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rpers_reprieve2015-05-12 12:05 am
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Haven't seen the end of it yet
It's not a particularly difficult operation. Hayato has to set up a bomb to ruin one of Giotto's dinners. He wouldn't dream of getting close enough to look at the mafia boss, but that isn't necessary when he knows where to place the bomb. If anyone else gets hurt, he doesn't care. Hayato is altogether done caring about anyone he doesn't directly associate with. Considering his track record after escaping home a few years ago, that is a remarkably small list of names. Giotto doesn't frequent spots very often, but he knows of a local pub that acts as something of neutral territory for families to discuss negotiations while making casual appearances to the public.
He doesn't plant the bomb in an obvious place. There's no way he'd make a rookie mistake like that. Instead, it's placed inside the lighting fixtures and inside the vents. There are three small bombs, each with wires that make them look unrecognizable within the hanging bulbs and natural wires. There are no blinking lights, no timers, no means to display and give his weapons away. Hayato knows when the bombs will go off, and has set them all for the same time. He'd made sure the install everything in the dead of night, and now he's just hanging out in the alleyway several blocks down from the pub. The traffic is too light for anyone to accidentally get hurt, and he already knows when the brunch will start as he watches the vehicles pull up. That's all the confirmation he needs, really, and so he simply waits. It's a long wait, and as he's usually out sleeping on the street, no one should spare him a second glance. He's as well-accustomed to this life as a stray cat is, and as he waits, back propped against a garbage can, he counts the minutes.
The sun is getting much higher now, and the streets are bustling. They shouldn't be. There should be screaming and smoke and the sound of tires peeling out on stone streets as medical teams rush in and the mafia rush out. Hayato has nothing person against Giotto and his gang, but there are a few family's that have made them enemies. Those families are rich and reluctant to take in someone so young and foreign-looking as him. He's a liability, but a desperate one. Hayato has been a delivery boy, has gathered information, and this is his first attempted hit. If he can accomplish this much, at least be able to report that he's damaged the core of the Vongola family, they might finally take him in. He's sick of being cold, and of being so hungry that he can't think straight. It's families like this one, he's been convinced, that have raised the bar for the mafia in Italy.
Hayato has been falling short of it for so long, he's beginning to think that once the Vongola is destroyed, there will be something of a revolution. There will be new traditions set into place, a more inclusive environment that looks out for the well-being of the less fortunate instead of pandering to the rich and powerful. Thoughts like these not only fuel Hayato's rage, but his determination, and he growls down as he realizes that his bombs have not gone off. It's much too late, and they had been working when he'd set them up! The silver-haired boy stands up and sets to round the corner and walk past the pub when he's stopped suddenly.
He doesn't plant the bomb in an obvious place. There's no way he'd make a rookie mistake like that. Instead, it's placed inside the lighting fixtures and inside the vents. There are three small bombs, each with wires that make them look unrecognizable within the hanging bulbs and natural wires. There are no blinking lights, no timers, no means to display and give his weapons away. Hayato knows when the bombs will go off, and has set them all for the same time. He'd made sure the install everything in the dead of night, and now he's just hanging out in the alleyway several blocks down from the pub. The traffic is too light for anyone to accidentally get hurt, and he already knows when the brunch will start as he watches the vehicles pull up. That's all the confirmation he needs, really, and so he simply waits. It's a long wait, and as he's usually out sleeping on the street, no one should spare him a second glance. He's as well-accustomed to this life as a stray cat is, and as he waits, back propped against a garbage can, he counts the minutes.
The sun is getting much higher now, and the streets are bustling. They shouldn't be. There should be screaming and smoke and the sound of tires peeling out on stone streets as medical teams rush in and the mafia rush out. Hayato has nothing person against Giotto and his gang, but there are a few family's that have made them enemies. Those families are rich and reluctant to take in someone so young and foreign-looking as him. He's a liability, but a desperate one. Hayato has been a delivery boy, has gathered information, and this is his first attempted hit. If he can accomplish this much, at least be able to report that he's damaged the core of the Vongola family, they might finally take him in. He's sick of being cold, and of being so hungry that he can't think straight. It's families like this one, he's been convinced, that have raised the bar for the mafia in Italy.
Hayato has been falling short of it for so long, he's beginning to think that once the Vongola is destroyed, there will be something of a revolution. There will be new traditions set into place, a more inclusive environment that looks out for the well-being of the less fortunate instead of pandering to the rich and powerful. Thoughts like these not only fuel Hayato's rage, but his determination, and he growls down as he realizes that his bombs have not gone off. It's much too late, and they had been working when he'd set them up! The silver-haired boy stands up and sets to round the corner and walk past the pub when he's stopped suddenly.