Gunslinger Girl is not (c) to me; it is (c) to Yu Aida.

This story uses characters and locations based on Gunslinger Girl, additional story elements and characters are (c) to me- ElfenMagix.


Solution's Resolution

Chapter 51a: A Walk on the Wild Side.

A group of high class business associates sit down for dinner at a fancy establishment where the menus have no prices, and money is not exchanges, yet bills are paid for be expense accounts and tallies are signed for. The waiters walk to serve the tables with eyes closed and ears shut. This is the Casa di Prima Donna i Cuccini, where the finest of meals and wines are only served to those who are reserved to be there along with their guests.

"Gentlemen. The urgency of the matter must be at the utmost importance. This is not another blowing up of a plane with 200 passengers or poisoning the aquifers of a small town. There is a good reason why Pirazzi is missing, and that reason is his turncoat account Filippo Adani. Face it men, Pirazzi is missing and we can be next."

"My men have been gathering evidence on the government's use of little girls for termination squads."

A fist bangs on the table, followed by its owner lashing out with his tongue, "That's a load of shit!"

A folder of photographs slides onto the table, "The prime minister may control what is printed on my newspaper, but I pay the paparazzi for having good falcon eyes and quickness on the camera shutter, and my researchers to piece together bits and pieces of broken facts to paint me a whole picture of what's going on."

A picture of a pizza van is placed above the others.

"Everywhere there was a shoot out involving little girl with a gun, one or more of these vans have been in the immediate area. Coincidence? Perhaps. But how many of you have ever heard of Menoto Pizza? I haven't, not in my 63 years of living."

"Have you done a business trace?"

"Yes, in fact I have. Ever heard of 1277 Valducci Street?"

"Yeah, that would be at the end of the street where the warehouses are at, by the river."

"For an intelligent guess, you can pay the bill. The address would put it by those warehouses. In fact, if there were a street there, it would be across the street from them, but in fact that address is soaking wet, as it is in the river itself!"

"Have the vans been followed?"

"They have."

"Well? Where do they go?"

"Everywhere."

"Huh?"

"What?'

"They have been followed to hotels, hospitals, government buildings, schools. Its also been seen leaving Rome, and entering Social Work Agency complex on several occasions, but that is as far as my men could follow them"

"Then we blow up one of these vans and see what happens."

"The vans are only around when a girl shoot out is involved."

Three pictures get thrown onto the table's pile. "Like these three?"

One of them gets picked up. "This one with the red ribbon holding her pony tail does not look like she's Italian."

"Neither is that blind guy whose arm she's holding. He looks like that Spanish actor- what his name?"

"You mean Antonio Banderas?"

"That's the one…"

"And how about this little one with the glasses, along with the woman in the suit with them. Looks out of place, don't it."

"They are probably set up to be married for the job."

"He's probably doing her on the side too."

"She's probably makes the money in the house while he saps on her and government disability."

"Wait- you said blind guy?"

The picture gets thrown across the table.

"Yes, him."

"I've seen that face before… just cant remember where."

"You know, wasn't there an incident about a month or two back where some Mafioso's spoiled brat and his friends were humiliated at the Piazza di Spagna by a blind guy?"

Another picture gets thrown on the table.

"You mean this?"

"Holy shit!"

Another picture is thrown on the table.

"One of my airport paparazzi caught this one- same guy as before. This time, he killed 12 of our foreign associates. (another picture gets thrown on the table) And his little girls seem to be quick on the draw too. (another picture gets thrown on the table) And see there in the parking lot- A Pizza Van."

"Now what would a pizza van be doing at the airport, at night no less?"

"Maybe they were making a delivery."

"Just for that, you're picking up the tab this time."

"I meant it as a joke!"

"Look at me… I'm laughing… Ha Ha…"

"So what's the plan?"

"We need to plan this carefully."

"Bomb the coliseum."

"What?"

"Not that we would. But lets say, we have protest rally by the coliseum, and call in a bomb threat at the coliseum at the same time. They will come running. If the Pizza Van arrives, we take it out and who ever is in it. Now to leak the information."

"Not to worry. I'll get something printed on my newspaper in the old code in the personals. That will gather those we need for the protestors and for hunting down the pizza van."

"OK. Lets start this in 2 days. I want no fuck ups or excuses."

The men take a last sip of their wine, gather their belongings and then leave through separate exits the place has.