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Post by Cecoil on Jan 26, 2013 15:45:51 GMT -5
Rosalia huffed to herself, sitting on a bench in the park. Tokyo was a nice place to be, don't get her wrong, but she would rather be back in Italy, overseeing the operations of the Aquile, her newly formed organization. But, well, in all honesty, there wasn't much to oversee. She had no members to fill in the six seats of her Guardian positions, and she was given a small allotted amount of other mafioso from the main branch of the Vongola. Things were starting out slowly for the Aquile, but she was hoping and dreaming for the best.
With little to do in Italy, it was decided by someone of higher rank than her that she was to stay undercover in Tokyo, watching the enemy movements. She had arrived just a week ago, and had thankfully gotten over the terrible jet lag. With her days fairly open, she spent most of it in the park, at a place near the headquarters of the Giorgi Family. To any average civilian, it would just be like any other skyscraper in Tokyo, renowned for its technological work. But Rosalia's eyes were more analytical, always watching the building despite her seemingly preoccupations. She was reading a book, at the moment, and though she seemed to be heavily absorbed in it, she was in fact observing the building, watching for any suspicious activity. But that wasn't to say she wasn't half-reading it, a novel by her favorite romance author. [/size] |
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