"So, where's my new cousin?" smirked Baccarat.

Roulette smiled at him as she entered the room. It was the surveillance room, and it was filled wall to wall with different screens showing different parts of the compound. It did pay to put in CCTV.

"She's resting," she said, taking a seat, "It's been a very long day for her. Of course, her mind is still a tad…unstable, but things will get better."

"Of course," said Baccarat, "I look forward to that. Slots and Blackjack never talk to each other, so it's always a little tense. And just the other day Slots was complaining just the other day how she would've liked another girl to pal around with."

"She was just saying that because you all had left the milk in the fridge so long it had become sour cream," smiled Roulette.

"Women and their particulars," snorted Baccarat.

"And their expiration dates," added Roulette.

Baccarat gave a short chuckle and Roulette nodded at him. This was what it was supposed to be all about, keeping with your family and sharing good times. That's all she'd really wanted. Her first family had been taken from her, but she'd been given another one. They'd be a family too, a proper family, just as soon as this whole thing was over. She couldn't wait.

They both turned back to the screen in time to see Kraken enter the picture and begin talking with Klondike.

"What the hell is he doing here?" hissed Roulette.

"How should I know?"

"What's he saying?"

"I'll turn up the sound," said Baccarat.

"-going to have to talk to Slots about this," they heard Klondike say.

They both watched, open mouthed, as Kraken twisted Klondike's neck around. They looked at the screen in stunned silence.

"He killed Klondike," Baccarat said blankly.

Roulette clenched her fists and glared at the monitor. She saw Kraken step around Klondike's body and open the door to the compound.

"He killed Klondike," Baccarat repeated stupidly.

"Yes," she said, "Now he's taken away two members of our family. I was thinking about making it merciful, perhaps pull him apart limb from limb. But now…we're going to destroy everything. Tell everyone to get down there. Get me Slots on line two."

She looked at Baccarat, who was still staring at the screen.

"NOW!" screeched Roulette.

Baccarat snapped out of it and nodded, his fingers flying over the keyboard, but his eyes glued to the screen where his cousin's dead body lay.

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"What?" whispered Slots.

"You heard me," said Roulette, "He's dead and the Kraken's in the compound. You've got to move fast and do what I told you."

Slots didn't answer. There were too many things running through her mind.

"I know this hurts," Roulette said softly on the other end, "but if you don't move now he's going to get away with it. He's heading your way now, and he'll be there in about a minute. Come on Slots, don't let this happen."

Slots' grip on her walkie-talkie tightened.

"Don't worry," she said shortly, snapping it off.

As soon as she said those words she moved behind a wall and started tugging angrily on one of her ears. How could this happen? It wasn't supposed to be this way. They weren't supposed to care about her, they weren't supposed to try and rescue her. Even when she'd said that they might do just that to Roulette it had just been empty theorizing. Why couldn't they just play along like they were supposed to?

Straining her ears she heard faint footsteps approaching her. Quickly she turned outside the wall and switched on the emitter, similar to the one used at the airport. Kraken didn't have much time to react; he just fell to the floor and clutched his ears. Under normal circumstances she didn't like using trickery. This time though she'd had to. Otherwise he might've killed her the way he'd killed Klondike, the bastard. She choked back tears at the thought of her dead cousin, and she glared at the man who'd done it.

Slots let it run for a few more seconds before switching it off. She crouched down and grabbed him by his arm, pulling him upwards.

"You must've thought we were stupid!" she snarled as she dragged Kraken along, "Of course we have surveillance!"

Kraken didn't say anything. Of course, how could he? He was halfway paralyzed with blood coming out of his ears. However, she saw that he was returning to himself quickly. At least he was enough of himself to glare at her in a way that clearly showed no repentance. She dragged him along, still feeling like killing him now would be better. Roulette had mentioned a plan, so she knew she'd better follow it though.

Angrily she tossed him onto the floor and heard the thunk he made with satisfaction. She hoped it hurt. She had no idea what Roulette had planned, but she hoped it caused him agonizing pain.

"I brought him, just like you said," she said, straightening up and addressing her aunt.

Roulette stared coldly down at him and nodded.

"Thank you Slots," she said, "Turn the emitter on, but to the lowest setting. We can't have him getting up."

She cocked her head.

"Now, you disgusting piece of slime," she said to Kraken, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

She saw Kraken glare up at her, and Slots kicked him in the head.

"I appreciate the sentiment," Roulette said, "But I really think we should save that for later. He's going to wish we just tore him apart then."

Roulette walked a few steps towards him and knelt down so she could look him in the eye.

"Did you think that you could just come in here and keep taking from me?" she hissed, "My husband, dead by your hand. My nephew, dead the same way. My daughter…well, she's fine now. At least I managed to save her, to take her away from what you would've done. I think you loving her might've been worse then you hating her."

Slots saw something flash in Kraken's eyes. Was it fear? Not for himself…he didn't seem to actually feel anything for himself…she smiled. Now she saw what Roulette had planned.

"Don't worry about her," she said, "But…I do want her to see you die. I really do."

Roulette straightened up.

"Vanya?" she called, "Would you be a dear and come in here?"