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Resting his gaze on the skyscrapers outside the window, the child lit his cigar.
Night Awls Capitano Gregor: *puff* I told him to watch his mouth since the Thumb Sottocapo would be attending the summit. And yet, he's finally done it... and it couldn't have been a more spectacular fail, too.
Syndicates that swarm into a collapsed Wing all have similar interests: Lay claim to at least one of the many alleyways of the Backstreets, and keep a tight grip on it until they can sell it to a new L Corp. that will one day rise as a Wing.
The Night Awls, which the child is a member of, was one of the Syndicates vying to claim their slice of the pie in the absence of the Collapsed L Corp.—all with the Thumb's permission, of course. However, they were forced to take their hands off the whole business simply at the whim of the Capo dei Capi, the "Padrino" of the Thumb. Perhaps he thought it too unfair, but the leader of the Night Awls couldn't hold his temper in check and asked the one question he should never have dared to ask.
Night Awls Committed Subordinate: Yes, Capitano?
Night Awls Capitano Gregor: Send up the remaining crew to my office. And... make sure to let them know what I'm about to say. Don't leave out a single word.
The child gathered up what remaining of the crew at headquarters... But not the ones outside. He couldn't let the Thumb find out that the Night Awls had been forewarned. No sense in dying for the ones who're already doomed he told himself.
Night Awls Capitano Gregor: Is everyone here? You all must've heard about what happened... at the Thumb Summit.
Night Awls Desperate Subordinate: ... Can't wrap my head around it. To think he had the audacity to question the Capo dei Capi's intentions... Is it our turn to get Purged now?
Night Awls Committed Subordinate: After everything we did to Purge the other Syndicates... How could it possibly turn on us?
It wasn't surprising at all that the rank and file started to blame their dead Boss.
Night Awls Committed Subordinate: ... Why couldn't you be our Boss, Capitano?
Night Awls Committed Subordinate: ... How about we cut through L Corp.'s Nest and get to the other side of the Backstreets before the heat catches on?
Fortunately enough, it was raining in District 12.The Nest of L Corp., shrouded in a thick blanket of fog following its Collapse... was a perfect place to move without drawing eyes.
Night Awls Capitano Gregor: ... Any thoughts on where to go from there?