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Ingrid...

Texas stands on the roof of one of the administrative buildings.

She had came here from the courthouse's rooftop. The night wind rustles her clothes. She tries to keep herself pressed against the fence as she moves towards her mark, ignoring the commotion on the ground.

That landship... it's registered with Venezia Trucking.

They secretly brought an entire ship's full of weapons...

It's no longer a secret.

Lappland's actions threaten to cause the situation to spiral out of control.

Maybe that's what she wants... never expect an attention-seeking lone wolf to act rationally.

It's not me that Lappland is after this time. I'm concerned that she might not stop at this.

She once said that all of Siracusa is her enemy.

Go, Texas.

But you'll be by yourself...

Not much we can do here, trapped in the courthouse. The best we can do is to neutralize potential risks as best as we can.

Both Venezia and the Truckers' Union are here for me. That's why I must stay... besides, I can't really move like you do.

I don't think Eirene intends to do anything to me, for the time being at least.

As for Lappland...

Leave her to me.

The landship's tore up the ground, the square is in mayhem, and the courthouse door is blocked...

How will you get to her?

Texas suddenly misses her friends at Penguin Logistics.

Croissant would bash a path through the chaotic crowd with her shield. Exusiai would probably come up with something even more outlandish.

Texas takes one look to estimate a direction.

She takes a deep breath, and takes a leap of faith.

(Claps)

What a dramatic entrance, Texas!

What, not happy that I stole the show?

Why would I be, when you're so eager to come and see me?

Did you break your leg? Do you need a doctor?

Well, it's not like a doctor could get here in this mess. Just find a place and sit down.

Sit where?

You've turned the deck into a... stage?

Did you seriously get this costume custom-made just for this?

It's the Carnevale, after all.

Looks better than what you're wearing, doesn't it?

Hey, Gambino!

(Panting)

Have you given out all the candy?

...There's a little left in the hold.

Go deal with that candy thief in the hold... I think he came up with you.

Leave the front-row seats for me and Texas.

Look, the poor child. The box cracked next to him, and a whole box of weapons spilled into his arms.

See how he stares with mouth agape. Does he not know how it works? The ones in the masks have seen him. He raises the gun in his hand by instinct...

Finally talking, Caesar?

What did you think?

It's not just I who didn't want to speak. Agnese, Vargo... we were ready to rip your throat out, until your little pup showed up.

Is this what that Lappland wanted to show us?

Only a little better than those colorful streets and flippant fireworks.

Does the 'human game' refer to how those humans still refuse to remove their absurd masks and show their true face?

Is this worth all the Signori dei Lupi gathering here tonight?

Are you anxious, Caesar?

Well, Vargo is the one who should be anxious right now.

Thanks to your help, Red should be paying a visit to the Tailor de Montano as we speak.

I am ashamed of you, Zaaro.

Hah, is that an emotion worthy of the Signori dei Lupi, Vargo?

Besides, you were the one who broke the rules first.

You interfered directly in the game. The killer that you had the Higashi dog find attacked the fangs of Caesar and Agnese in public.

Hmph.

There have been too many irregularities in this round. Agnese, Vargo... it is a position shared by more than one kindred. The game itself must be reviewed.

But—

The wolves that laid lazily upon the deck suddenly spring up.

With Caesar, the Signori dei Lupi surround Vargo and Agnese, shifting and crouching while bellowing belligerently.

If not for the night wind that drowned out the sound of the Signori dei Lupi's hunt, those on the ground would have been overwhelmed by terror beyond fathoming.

Well, well. After all these years, we're going back from using our literal fangs.

...Shut up, Zaaro.

The last three fangs have revealed themselves. The Signori dei Lupi shall stay here until this round is decided, and shall not intervene in any manner!

Any in violation shall be exiled from the pack, and be punished in the most cruel way for eternity!

The pack has spoken!

Let us watch with patience.

We will see if the human game is truly so much more interesting, as Lappland said.

Vargo?

Didn't nobody tell you that by the rules of Siracusa, sneaking onto somebody else's turf gets your leg cut off at the knee?

Now get outta those boxes and go sit in a corner.

It's you who should sit down, big guy.

Oh, it's you, the little de Montano tailor.

So, after I spared your life, you tailed me to the Nuova Volsinii port, and sneaked onto this landship?

You got talent on this front, I'll give you that.

I wouldn't have known that you were smuggling so much weapons into the city if I didn't! What's Venezia junior planning?

Whaddya think?

Have you any idea how many people will die?

Didn't you wanna join a famiglia and become somebody? Never thought about what the somebody had to do to get there?

Nonno was right...

A somebody like you keeps ordering new clothes because they keep getting soaked in blood...

You're no big shot! Nonno's too good for people like you!

If I was you, I'd listen to my nonno, swallow my tears, and learn how to sew buttons.

I won't let you!

Who's gonna stop me? You?

G-Get back!

Luchino kicks open a plank. Red sewing threads nimbly weave through it, with Luchino holding the end.

...Explosives? You learn that from the movies?

All the Originium explosives are connected by this thread. All I need to do is pull it, and these weapons will burn to ash...

You know what's gonna burn to ash? You.

Or you give up that dream of becomin' a famiglia somebody? Decided to be a hero who teaches the famiglie a lesson?

Sure, the headlines will all be talkin' about the young hero Luchino who saved Nuova Volsinii. Maybe you'll get a medal from the Mayor.

You won't be that little tailor anymore. Everyone'll tip their hats when they see you on the streets...

That's enough, pup. I don't got time to play What I Wanna Be When I Grow Up with you.

I-I don't need that.

What're you talkin' about?

I caused trouble, I'll deal with it myself. Nobody needs to know.

Luchino de Montano won't spend his entire life as a nobody... Maybe I'll never be more than a tailor, but right now, I don't think so!

And I don't like the way you were talking, big guy.