Fuchsia's hiding behind a wall, peeking over the corner and looking at a red door across the hall from her. She hears the loud arguing of body guards in the room-unsure of how many might be there since they covered the windows before Violet could count them. Nina joins her, and takes the opposite side from her; the office was completely destroyed with blood from the murdered-splattered across the wall, tables flipped over, glass walls shattered, and a siren ringing-calling for reinforcements from anyone in the Armando faction that might be nearby.

"You guys might need to hurry up…I see some vans pulling up." Santiago said through the earpiece; a gun click could be heard, seemed like he was locking and loading.

"I'll support you, just give me a second." Violet said right afterwards.

Inside the room where Linguini was hiding, he had a large number of armed body guards with him, he was in the middle of the office crouched down on the floor-clutching his phone tightly and breathing heavily. Linguini looked rather young, about 24 to be exact, had his short Bluish-purple tentacles slicked back, and had on a white suit with a matching purple vest.

"Boss, when are the reinforcements arriving." Said one of his guards; the sounds of gunshots could be heard right afterwards, meaning that they arrived.

"They must already be here!"-He said in a frightened and excited tone-"Get me out of here. NOW!"

"But boss, remember what the don said…" spoke another guard.

"Yeah, he told us to stay put."Another guard added.

Linguini scratched his head frantically and looked across the room; the doors busted open and Fuchsia and Nina stormed in, shooting many of the guards down. Nina body slams Linguini-knocking him unconscious from the trauma to the head, and then picks him up, leaving the guards to Fuchsia. Fuchsia disposes of them by throwing another grenade and exiting the room with Nina. The two run through the destroyed building frantically, trying to reach their escape before the reinforcements break through Santiago and Violet's defense.

Santiago is crouched behind his car, shooting stray shots at the enemies; Violet's with him in an uncomfortable spot. "Toss me a firearm." She says, resting her sniper on the ground; Santiago hands her a spare firearm and she quickly grabs a double kill on two grunts. They eliminated a number of the reinforcements by the time Nina and Fuchsia got back with Linguini; hastily making an escape and brushing through all the ink bullets being fired at them. After their escape, a young woman dressed in a navy pinstripe suit wearing a white fedora with matching shoes shows up at the scene-smoking a big cigar; she has a huge squad with her of men that completely outclassed the remaining grunts.

She had a confident walk, resting her INK-47 on her shoulder as her eyes filled with disgust at the poor effort of her underlings. She walks over to the grunt that seems to be the leader of the small pack, and slaps him with full force; the sound from the impact was very loud, so loud that many looked away as soon as she raised her hand before even slapping.

"Whaddaya think ye doin?" she said in a frustrated-thick tone, "I told ye secure the area and take down those traitors. What happened!?" she yelled, throwing her hands in the air with dissatisfaction; the grunt looked at the ground, ashamed and embarrassed with the stinging red mark from her hand clearly visible across his face.

"My sincerest apologies boss…when we got here, we didn't expect to deal with any defense…especially from the don's brother and niece."

The young lady raises an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes once he finished the sentence. "Tch" she sounded, ordering them to search the destroyed building for any survivors; she takes out her phone and makes a call to Armando. After a moment, an associate answered the phone and then handed the phone to Armando. Armando answers the phone will little interest; the young lady begins.

"What is it now, Lydia? Couldn't take care of the job?"

She gets agitated, but lets it slide since he's her boss. "Unfortunately I arrived just a little after the attackers escaped with Linguini…but I received news from one of my underlings; we know who it was that attacked the office and abducted Linguini."

"Who…?"

"Your brother and niece were a part of the attack, the Santiago faction…"

There's an awkward silence for a bit; Lydia listened closely for his response, but only heard dead silence. She stared at her phone to make sure the call hadn't dropped out-it didn't. She's called Armando's name, but got no response. After about a minute, Armando returned.

"What happened? Where'd you go?" she asked.

"I made some calls to the others and told them to tighten up security at the other landmarks across Beacon Hills… it is very more than likely Santiago has recruited Violet to take down my territory."

"But we have the numbers…why would they want to attack us and take us down?"

"I'm about to start another war with the Galloway's, one that might devastate this entire district worse than the first. I'm not surprised if that was the reason why the future don has returned here. Either way, time won't be on their side…"

"So you think they want to take over your territory in hopes that it'll stop the war?"

"I'm positive…" he responded in a creepy tone.

"Then what do you propose we do about this. If we allow them to get any territory, then we'll have our hands full with both the Galloway's and the Santiago faction."

Armando explained to her the plan: from tomorrow, all the major spots would be secured tightly; More security, less potential for damage. By the weekend the Galloway's should be in town and ready for war.

A few hours passed by and Santiago and the others reached home. They took Linguini to the basement and tied him to a wooden chair riddled with sharp splinters; the splinters sharply pierce his skin and force him to squeal as his whole body absorbs them. The room is dark and dank, with a dim light of red filling the room and with a reeking a smell that twists the nose and frightens the eyes with its disgusting appearance of dry blood spilled across the grey walls and floor with a mysterious green pigment mixed in with it. The rusty pipes had small trickles of water that slowly flowed from through the ground in the same mysterious green paths. Linguini looks around and shuddered, seeing a carving on the roof that spelled "Torture"-sobbing as he saw Santiago make an entrance with a big brown briefcase, followed by Marco-a fellow family member-with a dirty black bucket of tools and a stained towel.

"Boss, any reason why you recalled everyone from their mission?" Marco asked, resting the heavy bucket on a nearby table; the bucket made a really loud sound as it landed, scaring Linguini, whom had his head tilted back as he wondered if today was the day he'd die.

"I recalled the others because we accomplished our first objective. There is no need for us to take any further action until we get the information that we need." Santiago answered, turning on an old ceiling lamp. "Get up beautiful, time to do some talking." He said slapping Linguini's face; Marco dampens the towel.

"I'm going to need you to answer some questions…I'd prefer that you would cooperate so that we may release you with minimal damage." Santiago said in a casual tone, opening his big briefcase and pulling out a metal baseball bat.

Linguini eyed the bat, shivering with fear as Santiago slapped the bat in his hand; Marco roams through his bucket of tools searching for the proper tool of choice. Linguini breaks in a cold sweat as Marco roughly slams a wrench on the table, peering at Linguini with an eye full of bloodlust.

"Hey, you haven't given your answer." Santiago said, stomping on Linguini's foot; Linguini winced.

"I won't…be a snitch!" Linguini rebelled, spitting at Santiago's face. Santiago laughs loudly, telling Marco to close the door. Santiago swiftly takes a hefty swing at Linguini's legs and destroys both of them on the first swing as the door closes; the brutal impact triggers Linguini to cry out in agony, looking down at his legs afterwards and seeing both knees throbbing intensely-skin turning a bruised purple.

Santiago laughed, "Think loyalty will get you anywhere? If I want to, I could kill you right here, right now."

"W-what do you want from me?" Linguini stuttered with tears welling in his eyes, shaking his head rapidly as Marco approached him with the next form of torture: cover his head with the stained towel and drop gallon after gallon of rusty pipe water.

"This'll make ya squeal!" Marco said, forcing Linguini to bend his head back; Linguini struggles as the towel is forced onto his face.

"I'm going to give you a chance to stop this mess before it gets any worse than it already is; Armando…where is Armando Sororia's artillery? How long will it be before the Galloway's arrive? Is it possible that G.P.A. will be used? You surely must know something…you're one of his right hand men."

"I don' kwow awythwing 'n yat regard!" Linguini pleaded in a fuzzy tone with the towel over his face, "pwease beweive me!" he pleaded again.

Marco drops a gallon of water on him, refilling the bucket again and dropping another gallon. Linguini coughs, his head dripping wet. Santiago reaches for a pair of bronze brass knuckles in his briefcase and commands Marco to remove the towel. He grabs Linguini by the tentacles, brutally beating him and pounding his face blue with the bronze brass knuckles; blood oozes from Linguini's nose and mouth as his left eye swelled up.

"Now look here, I just want any info I can get. You're making it harder on yourself…first you show your loyalty-I cripple you, then you pledge to be oblivious and not know anything- Marco and I rough you up…know what happens next?"-Looking at the ground, and seeing the drops of blood from Linguini-"say, you got a family…? Wife…? Girlfriend…?"

Linguini whimpered, "I have a wife and two kids, with a third one on the way…"

"Ah? What are their names…?" Santiago asked, pausing on his murderous intentions.

"My wife's name is Lizette. My two sons are Riley and Seymour; the third one is gonna be girl. Lizette's due to have her in a couple months."

"Quite a lovely family you got…"-tapping his fingers on the chair-"would be a shame if you couldn't see your family again huh?"

"Please, spare my life."

"Answer one of my questions, and I'll think about it."

Linguini snapped his head forward, "The Galloway's should be arriving to begin the war in a couple of days, Armando told us in a recent phone conference a few days back that they'd be arriving in the main town by this weekend; two days from now. That's all I can say, I truly don't know the answer to the other questions…but my guess on the G.P.A. question is that it is a possibility. I remember Armando saying something about physically rebuilding Beacon Hills…that the town must be completely reborn in his image."

"Where's the mayor?" Marco interjected, "I haven't seen the mayor since Armando defeated the Galloway's…I heard that he was fatally ill and being taken care of at the town hall. But he hasn't shown his face or even sent out a Twutter or Tentagram post….What happened to our mayor?"

"He's…dead. Armando killed him as soon as he defeated the Galloway's, but he made an alliance with the mayor's secretary to keep the image of the mayor standing to give the people of Beacon Hills some security while he operated from the shadows."

"So that explains why he has so much territory…"

"So his plan is to destroy this place and rebuild it completely by waging a war with the most despised family in the district…if he becomes victorious, he'll have everyone on their knees worshiping him…"

"That sneaky bastard; we have to stop him!" Marco said, slamming his fist in the palm his hand; Santiago stared at the battered and bruised Linguini.

"Hey, join my faction." He said with sincerity; both Linguini and Marco were shocked.

"What!?" they said in unison.

"Join my faction, and we'll protect you and your family. Its fine if you won't accept the offer, we humiliated and tortured you after all. But once Armando and the others find out, you know the rest…"

Marco complains with Santiago, interrogating and prying for an answer as to why he suddenly wanted Linguini apart of the faction and also arguing for Linguini to simply go and die anyways. Linguini sat in the chair-restrained, pondering on the options. He visualized his family, knowing that he couldn't let their lives be in danger. He shuts his eyes tightly and prays to his god.

"Oh Great Kraken…"-he whispers-"please keep my family safe and forgive me for whatever my sins may be in the future." He takes a deep breath afterwards, and calls Santiago's name. "I'll join." He said with uncertainty; Santiago smiles and releases him from the chair-untying him.

Upstairs in the main room, it was full of all the members of the Santiago faction; a victory party was being thrown to celebrate the success of kidnapping Linguini. Food and drinks were displayed across the huge home; many of the men were formally dressed in black suits while the women were dressed in colorful blouses and dresses. Violet was catching up with some of her old relatives, introducing Fuchsia to them. The trio enters the room, silencing the crowd as they saw Linguini; whispers could be heard as the crowd stared at the beaten Linguini. Santiago explained the entire situation and told notified them that Linguini was now a member of the faction, much to the dismay of Marco; the reaction was positive, with some even welcoming Linguini. While the celebration continues, there's a knock at the door. Nina goes over to answer and hollers with excitement once she saw who was on the other side; everyone turns toward the direction of the door to see what the fuss was, and many cheered once they saw the handsome young man-who looked to be in his early twenties-enter through the front door.

He had Jet black tentacles slicked back with a smug look on his face, an arrogant walk to go with his polished style of wear, and charming smile. Santiago opened his arms wide as he hugged the young man afterwards. Many others shook his hands with enthusiasm, some showing a big smile as he approached them.

Linguini looked confused as he recognized the man, "Giovanni Sororia!?"

"Linguini the loser…? What are you doing here?"

"I'm a member of this faction now. Exactly why are you here…aren't you one of Armando's top lieutenants?"

"I'm actually a member of this faction too, serving as an undercover spy"-Walking over to Linguini and getting in his face-"I'll inflict more wounds if you try anything funny."

Both of them exchange an electrifying stare, clenching their fists. Other members soon came in and separated them; Linguini spots Violet and Fuchsia nearby. He walks over to them, grooming himself as he gazed at Fuchsia-mistaking her for being an older woman since her features were more developed.

"My-oh my… little Violet? Why haven't you grown up!" he said in a friendly tone, taking a side glance at Fuchsia.

"Cousin Gio…you're the guy that's all the talk?" Violet responded with disinterest and a little hostility.

"Yes, I've secured Uncle Armando's trust…"-taking another glance at Fuchsia-"I hope we'll be able to work together and take him down together." He said raising a fist with such a plastic tone, once again glancing at Fuchsia and making her uncomfortable. "Who's your friend?" he asked.

"Her name is Fuchsia." She said reluctantly, staring at Giovanni with suspicion.

"Quite inviting of you to bring an Octoling home…" with lecherous eyes, seeing past Violet and straight as Fuchsia; Fuchsia looks away, stepping back as Violet stood in front of her.

"You're creeping her out, go away Gio." Violet said, making a hand signal of scooting him away.

"What am I doing wrong? Can't I admire her beauty?" he said in a sly tone.

"No, you're way older than us and it's creepy. Go away."

"That's not very nice...I haven't seen you since you were a little kid!"

"And I'm sad that I couldn't continue that run."

He ignores her statement and keeps his eyes on Fuchsia, winking at her. Violet glares at him, grabbing Fuchsia by the hand and walking away from him; he waved goodbye to them, expressing to meet them again. The family looks ahead to their next goal, which is to defeat the Armando faction and prevent the war. They learned that their window of opportunity would be two days, for in two days, the Galloway's would arrive. So the plan shifts to having a rest day for tomorrow and try to accomplish everything on Saturday. Violet and Fuchsia stand over in the kitchen, enjoying some dessert.

"He's your cousin…"

"Yeah, I've never liked him. He's always been a favorite in the family, gaining the favor of everyone at the head of the family."-She narrows her eyes-"I don't trust him."

"Well, I don't like him either…he seems similar to the creepy uncle that you talked about."

Violet eyebrows twitch for a brief moment, "Uncle Armando…I hate him."

"You don't have to think about that creep…enjoy what's been accomplished." Fuchsia said, patting her on the back.