Author's Note: Hey folks. This was hard to write. This turned into the longest chapter I had ever written in 13 years of doing this so I had to split it up because I couldn't see anyone wanting to read so much stuff in a single chapter. Apologies for the time taken. This does mean that, for once, I have almost an entire chapter finished in advance (almost. Probably more 10h of work ahead).

And! Guess what this also means? ? ?!

...this fic will have 13 chapters :') T_T and me who thought I could write all I wanted in 5 chapters. Ah

No warnings. Probably first and last chapter to not have them.

.

.

Despite their usually eventful lives, that sunday was stressful for all of them. Grayson had them escorted in three different cars to the fanciest neighbourhood in the city and dropped in turns in an apartment building of muted colors and pretty french balconies, the type of place none of them could probably afford to just walk by, let alone live in. It was the old part of Topside but that didn't mean the buildings were degradated, it meant their decorated and flowery façades were postcard material, their fully recovered interiors now rented at insanely high prices for anyone but the regular people of the city to afford. If not for the nagging thought that they were being taken by the cops to a safehouse because a kingpin was bound to try have them attacked or worse, it could've probably been like a surreal school trip of sorts.

Mylo was still pretty impressed regardless. He sometimes imagined himself pickpocketing skillfully in this part of town (not out of need as much as for the thrills, he was the younger middle brother of four with no particular standout point to his name and he needed to wind off) but it was quite something to be choffeured here. Then that unspoken unsettlement resumed its place in the pit of his stomach and Mylo felt his breath run short.

Claggor looked at the buildings on their way absentmindedly, a mix of fantasy and reality pulling at his brain. On one hand, he thought on how faithful most videogames layouts and outlooks for rich cities were when compared to an actual rich part of town. On the other, he recognized some of the actual streets they drove on, from when he had studied the neighbourhood to know his way around in preparation for his Academy Uni application. He ended up not having the money to pay tuition fees, because the merit scholarship still needed the money upfront and they'd only be reimbursed later. All their wages together weren't enough. This old part of the neighbourhood had a good transportation grid, it would've been a nice place to rent a room in if he could afford it. He would've preffered to come here in different circumstances, not because they were hiding from a threat while half his family was mad with the other half.

Ekko disliked this part of town because he and Jinx had been kicked out of it before. They had decided to go on a date Topside to see an art installation Jinx had read about online and have a good time, but Ekko must've looked too rapper and Jinx too metal for the sensibilities of the personnel of a fancy pastry shop they had picked and were refused entry to. Jinx had had a bit of a meltdown after, and some days later they returned there at night with hoodies to paintspray a huge monkey face smoking a pipe on the showcase of the pastry shop, carelessly autographed with a proud 'Jinx was here', and bolted before anyone saw them. They were never bothered by the cops so it was all good. The fact she wasn't here now, that she was unable to reply to the tons of messages he had already typed her and would likely ignore when she got hold of a phone again, was a punch into Ekko's gut. He had to do something, explain himself better, and the fact he couldn't was eating him alive. It would be alright if Jinx took time to herself, winded off alone, but she wasn't alone, she was with Silco and that was the last thing any of them needed.

Vander's thoughts and intrusive memories were not too unlike Ekko's, only centered around a different person. Because them as a band, but Silco in particular, had had a pet hate for Piltover based on principle. Being born and raised in the opposite spectrum of the city, in the type of neighbourhood children from the fancy part of town grow up learning to avoid and hearing some stories that were indeed true, made them want to prove a point. Whether that point was that they were right, or that they were wrong, depended on the perspective. After some loud public nuisance and ensuing generic acts of vandalism in Vander's and Benzo's early teenage years had made them known to the cops, eventually introducing the rest of the guys to them and meeting Grayson when she joined the force, they mostly settled for coming to Piltover only out of spite, to see who would be the first person to call the cops for how they looked or what they did. Sometimes they turned that into a game and made bets. Damyan had wanted to make acoustic street concerts here, but Silco always talked him out of it so they wouldn't lose their gear to the cops when they were arrested for disturbing the peace (which happened even without the music part). Silco's alternative was to shoplift and scratch cars. Not as productive as playing, but more indicative of his opinion where Topside was concerned. Nowadays, Vander still didn't like coming here mostly out of muscle memory, knowing the gazes he would get due to his build and tattoos and expecting some kind of trouble for his presence. And according to Grayson, Silco's goons didn't cause as much trouble scaring people off or damaging property as they did with the growing rise of Shimmer trafficking to Academy University students. Silco's quiet rage hadn't changed much in that regard, only acquired much, much more effective and deadlier ways to express it.

Caitlyn lived in this neighbourhood. Her thoughts were not on the tourist-luring architecture she'd known all her life, disproportionally inflated prices that didn't affect her or social differences she was on the winning side of, but on the fact she was scared for Vi and everyone else. She trusted Grayson and she trusted the police, but she had the terrible feeling that the smallest mishap would make everything go out of control and she would have no way of stopping it. Something was going to have to give; that fragile balance they had all sustained as an ultimately dysfunctional family for the past years would not recover from this and she didn't know what she could do to help them. The only discernable way was to keep them physically safe, but this had repercussions beyond just that.

As for Vi, all her thoughts were focused on getting out. Because this?, escorting her to some new place and being kept there under surveillence? This was house arrest. They were arresting her to keep her from going after Silco. And Vi wasn't about to stand nice and iddle while the cops did what they do best and just let things drag out, blowing their chance. So she took in every road, every street corner, the building they were taken to, checked for security cameras, and immediately started to pace around the house with a purpose.

"Don't, Vi," Vander told her tiredly. "Please."

"Don't talk to me, Vander."

"You're not getting out. Let Grayson do her thing. We just have to sit still for a while."

Vi ignored him and walked to the back; that was one way of getting out, she could just hop out the window to the downstairs balcony and from there to the ground, it wasn't that high. The cop who had drove her said they were 'safe, the doorman's an agent and we have a man on the lookout at the back too'. She searched for anyone sitting on a parked car, a lurker on a window. These old richass type of buildings didn't have outside service stairs but they had a whole interior layout for domestic workers, their own stairs and backdoor so they wouldn't be seen walking in the owners' pretty main streets. She'd spotted a couple of security cameras above the doors, so most likely they had one on the building's back door too, but she could block them and buy herself just enough time to bolt. But the window was more her thing. One way or another she'd get out. Just let her have an opening.

"I think we should all rest," Caitlyn suggested, the conflict mediator apparently her newly found place in the family. She wasn't exactly stellar at it. "It's been a long night, we need at least some hours to recover."

"You can go," Vi told her, walking back to the living room. "Not like you have to walk far to get home."

Caitlyn turned at Vi, frowning slightly. "I don't mind staying with you, it might be-"

"I do. You're not gonna do anything here."

"But, Vi..."

"Go."

Caitlyn felt as though she had been slapped. Before she could say anything else, Vi turned to one of the bedrooms and banged the door shut behind her, leaving Caitlyn staring stunned at the empty corridor.

"Don't mind her, Cait," Claggor said almost immediately. "Vi needs to wind off."

"I... Maybe she's right, I'll be of more use working with Grayson than if I..."

"Vi's angry," Ekko agreed. "She just needs to wind off. Don't mind her, no point arguing anymore."

Caitlyn turned to Vander when he approached, placing a big hand on her shoulder.

"You can stay if you want. You're right, we all need to sleep, you included. Plus it seems like we have rooms to spare."

"Yeah, all your safehouses are mansions or what?" Mylo asked in his own attempt at cooling things down. He had already paved the whole place thrice while waiting for the rest of them to arrive, the huge hallway, a hugier corridor filled with doors on each side leading to six whole bedrooms with a double bed each, linked with doors between them, plus the living room with its french balconies, leathered sofas and theater-sized TV, fully equipped kitchen and two bathrooms complete with bathtubs. Like, who would ever need all this? They could fit their house three times in there.

Dawn had broke outside when they each picked a bedroom and laid on the comfortable but still strange beds, their windows and blinders shut tight to block the drowsily awakening city outside. Caitlyn didn't attempt to knock on Vi's bedroom, resigning to the advise of much more experienced people than her. She texted her parents with a 'I'm staying at Vi's', preferring that even to a washed up version of the night's events that would still leave them worried sick and default back to their opposition of her carreer (at least Mother). She sighed and tried to relax by looking at the embossed ceiling, a simpler design of her own bedroom's. The result was as fruitless as it was to be expected. Her body and head were tired, but worry and stress kept her restless and tossing and turning around to no avail. Her rummaging made her think she was hearing movement outside, but she must've imagined it.

Were they really going to manage to arrest Silco without anyone getting hurt? Their basis had always been to pin him with solid, unrefutable proof, but that had obviously been the hardest part to get, without pictures of a meeting, a recorded conversation, a traceable batch of Shimmer, anything that could not be easily disputed as circumstancial in court. The people who might help get any of that had all been frightened to silence and compliance, and the few that could be persuaded to at least give their testimony refused out of the knowledge it wouldn't be enough without more evidence. Vi's attempted shortcut by forcing a vulnerability to be exploited, a gambit in itself as it was, at least seemed to be working, but hadn't she misjudged her sister's reaction to it? She effectively did use Powder without her consent.

And even if everything went right and they arrested Silco, what was going to happen after? What then? For the police, it would be a success to finally have a kingpin behind bars, but what about Vi? What if Powder fully broke ties with her because of it? Wouldn't all her effort be pointless if she lost her sister?

More importantly, how could Caitlyn help stop it? Because all her great mind could conjour was nothing, and 'nothing' was not going to help her sleep right now. She needed to get ready to go back to work, organize with Grayson how to make the most with what they had, but she also had to make sure the result wasn't such a loss for her girlfriend that she would end up heartbroken. Vi's rage didn't let her see that, but someone would have to make her.

But was there a way things could end up differently? Wasn't this whole thing doomed from the get go, with each side demonizing the other, tearing Powder and Jinx apart?

Caitlyn huffed in frustration and stood up, exiting quietly from her bedroom to the kitchen to fetch herself a glass of water. The morning sun beamed into the room and blinded her for a moment. She heard steps and turned, finding Ekko entering the kitchen too; she should have expected to not be the only one finding it hard to sleep.

"Hey, Cait."

"Hey. I hope I didn't wake you."

"Pff, as if. Can't sleep. All I'm thinking is how to get Jinx back and all I come up with is shit."

Caitlyn nodded; God, she hated the feeling of defeat. Because that's what this felt like, defeat instead of planning for victory. She had tried to be positive before but there was only so much positive thinking could do and they effectively still had all the work ahead and only roadblocks in sight.

"You're safe here, at least," she sighed, not expressing the words with the conviction they should've evoked. Not because she doubted them, just because they solved nothing of the Powder problem.

"Good luck keeping Vi here for long," Ekko said. Good luck keeping me here, he added mentally. He had to do something. He had to talk to Jinx. He couldn't hide and wait for someone else to do something.

"You need to stay here if we're going to arrest Silco. Vi needs to understand that. If all of you think he's going to react with hostility-"-

It had to be divine intervention, because they heard movement outside the house and a key was turned on the front door, much to their startle. And to their shock (Caitlyn's at least, Ekko just sighed), the doorman agent entered escorting Vi with him.

"But- how-" Caitlyn stuttered, looking at the bedroom and at the door with her chin dropped.

"Our agent outside caught her at the end of the street," the man said gravely, letting Vi go when she shoved her arm off aggressively. "We're not playing here. There is a real threat on you. We're only working for your benefit, but you have to collaborate."

"Fuck off."

The other bedrooms opened one after the other, Vander being the first to come out. His eyes widdened for a moment before his face hardened to a scowl.

"We would appreciate if you could work with us," the cop said to Vander, considering Vi was walking away from him. "We're only trying to keep you safe."

"We're sorry, officer," he replied. As Vi stomped by him, he caught her by the arm and pinned her to the spot. She immediately shoved her arm again, but Vander didn't let go and Vi snapped her face at him, mirroring his scowl. "It's not going to happen again."

"I'm not gonna stay cooped up like a fucking coward!" Vi spat at Vander. "I told you I'm not afraid of-"

"You're not a child anymore, Vi," Vander cut her, and that edge of anger that had already peeked once tonight was back on his voice. "You can't act rashly like this. Start thinking for a second on yourself and others."

"What, like it's my fault this whole shit derailed? I'm the one at fault now?!"

Caitlyn tensed at the scene unfolding into yet another fight. She wasn't used to this amount of arguing. Vi was tired, you could hear it in her voice and in her words, a projection of her own guilt running unbound from frustration and lack of sleep, but she was so damn stubborn she refused to just stop, think, rest, please. She must feel like stopping was defeat, and if Caitlyn herself felt that way without having the amount of emotional investment Vi did, what could be said about her?

Caitlyn tried to open her mouth but someone else was faster than her, also fed up with the night.

"Can you stop with throwing blames everywhere?" Claggor huffed, rubbing at his face. Vi turned angerly at him. "I can't put up with more fighting today. Can we all just go to sleep? You can get back at each other's throats tomorrow."

Vi stared back at Vander in a silent challenge. Vander didn't ease his expression. They stood there for a moment as each of their chests heaved.

The cop was still at the door, eventually realizing he was standing in the middle of a family matter. He left without saying anything else, his work just beginning.

"We'll figure a way to be helpful here," Vander told Vi. "We can try to contact some people, reach out to them again while Grayson works on her warrant."

"If it were that easy, we would've done it already!"

"Guys!" Claggor said, his voice raised. "Enough. Goddammit."

Vander breathed and opened his hand. Vi pulled her arm free and went back to her room without saying a word to anyone else. Claggor turned to Vander, waiting for him to do the same, and only after that happened did he breathe out and retreat back to bed.

Mylo was standing in frozen silence on the same place in front of his door, seemingly to slowly wake up and drag himself to the kitchen with a sigh. His tiredness reflected itself in a look of utter defeat, which was a faithful if but terrible picture of how everyone was feeling.

"I told you," Ekko told Caitlyn under his breath.

"I..." Caitlyn sighed, shaking her head. Vi really just parkoured out of a window under two hours of being in a safehouse and after being involved in a fist fight. If that didn't show Caitlyn wasn't ready to deal with what was to come, she didn't know what would.

Ekko sank into a chair at the table. "We can't stay here forever. Even if Silco's arrested he won't stop coming after people, that's why you don't get testimonies, people know he'll find a way to send Sevika after them. We're not just gonna live in hiding from now on."

"Then what do you propose we do? Just jump out of windows to do who knows what?" Caitlyn said. She couldn't hide her frustration, not as tired and unsettled as she was. "We have to keep you safe, and we have to go after Silco. It's hard work as it is without... God, why doesn't Vi listen?"

"Welcome to the family," Mylo grumbled.

"We can't let things be as they were and we can't do the right thing without losing something important. To arrest Silco we need proof, to get proof we need Powder, and by arresting Silco we push Powder away from you. We can't win."

"Tell me about it," Ekko sighed. Going after Silco should've been a good feeling, not this chokehold of loss-gain. They shouldn't need to depend on Jinx to exploit a fault. They shouldn't have done that. "I need to talk to Jinx. I need to make her understand."

"You too?" Mylo said quietly, finishing a glass of water. "What do you both think you can do right now? Silco won't let you talk to her, and Jinx doesn't wanna see you anyway. What are you or Vi gonna do out there but get in trouble?"

Caitlyn breathed out and turned her face to the side. Wasn't Mylo right? Yes, they needed Powder, but she couldn't see how they'd get through to her either, not after tonight. They hadn't talked to her about any sort of plan precisely because they knew she wouldn't side with them, what luck could they hope to have now that she actually knew they had betrayed her trust?

If she was right and Silco ultimately loved Powder more than he hated Vander and Vi, he might back down... if only he could see she wouldn't get hurt. But Powder hardly seem unharmed or well when she left Vander's. Would he really allow for them to take his daughter away in any circumstance after tonight?

Didn't it all boil down to that immediate problem? Caitlyn was going around it thinking of the what ifs while Grayson had pinned it down by the neck: what would Silco do as retaliation for Powder's pain? He wouldn't sit back, not even for Powder. He wouldn't because of her.

She feared the full extent of that retaliation. Caitlyn didn't know the man personally, had never even seen him as he currently looked; she had searched for pictures of their band, but from what she'd been told, he looked rather different now. This was another situation she should listen to the advice of much more experienced people like Vander, Ekko, Vi. But she knew enough of his crimes to have a good picture.

Silco was ruthless. He had no qualms about killing people - they had the bodies of several minor drug dealers and renowned criminals alike they couldn't trace back to him, but knew were murdered by his command. They had a trail of injured people, a handful of them deceased due to those injuries, who happened to not want to bow to whatever demand they were placed under - but those same people refused to elaborate on their 'accidents'. Both in the Slums and outside of it. When a Piltover businessman's suicide resulted in his enterprise being bought by an apparent front company, raising quite a bit of questions on whether it really was a suicide after all, Caitlyn really thought they had something; the man was a renowned business shark, his death would attract media attention the way deaths and disappearances in the Slums never could. But it didn't; interest dwindled and Grayson saw her investigation put into a standstill when some of the man's dirts were uncovered. While they saw those dirts as further hints Silco's organization was involved in his death, their pursuits led to dead ends, begging the question: just how deep did Silco's corruption run already?

The organization ran too wide an influence for it to be all the work of a single man. The barons, as they were called, each tended to a criminal branch, but Finn had confirmed what they always suspected; Silco was the leader. They had a democratic play-pretend over a dictactorship system. Grayson had found hints going as far as international terrorism of the so-called Doctor, and they believed him to be Silco's Shimmer co-creator. They didn't know if the activities were sanctioned by Silco, but they suspected he surely acknowledged them.

Caitlyn didn't blame Vi for wanting her sister very far from that world.

And the man capable of these things loathed Vi. From how they talked, sometimes it seemed more than he did Vander. Surely Silco would want to protect his business and his position, but having someone try to take his daughter away from him? That was striking a very personal cord. Could Caitlyn really hope that a father's love for his daughter wouldn't be twisted into an attack? All of them - even Vi, consciously or not - agreed in the fact Silco's weakness - his humanity - was in Powder. A weakness that could be exploited to put him behind bars; a weakness that could make him lash out like nothing else.

What if he actually sent people after Vi?

We'll keep her safe. Against her own will if need be, were the words that instinctively came to Caitlyn's mind. Reality wasn't so naïvely optimistic, clearly.

"You can stay in protective custody for as long as it's needed," Caitlyn whispered despite it, more thinking out loud than anything else, but Ekko was already shaking his head.

"We can't lose our lives because of Silco."

"Precisely, we cannot lose our lives because of him," Mylo agreed. "So we need to stay here, safe."

"Jinx is alone with him, being pulled away from us. We pushed her away. I have to try and fix things somehow."

How?, Caitlyn asked herself again while Mylo sighed. They were going after her father, who let her hang around people she wanted regardless of his personal feelings, who surely had created a dynamic and demonstration of love that she accepted and nurtured. A mirrored compromise was expected from Vander's side, and they had broke it. All she wanted was the impossible compromise on both parties to accept the other, and they showed her otherwise.

Moments of the previous hours picked at Caitlyn's brain. The accusations thrown around, the refutes they got. And that they didn't.

"What do you think happened?" she asked quietly. "Between Vander and Silco?"

Both Ekko and Mylo looked at her. Their eyes were heavy with the tiredness their body refused to succumb to, much like her.

"I dunno," Ekko said. "It was bad though. Me and Jinx never talked much about it because no one knows - or at least I thought no one knew. All I know is it was eleven years ago. Everything happened eleven years ago; Vi's parents died, Vander adopted the girls, the band ended, and Vander and Silco had a fallout."

"You think it was related to their parents' death?" Caitlyn asked, frowning. Ekko shrugged.

"I dunno, man. Might've been, I mean, the band ended for good after they died. Maybe one of them wanted to keep the band going and other didn't. I've no idea. I think it was something more serious than just that, though. Maybe it had to do with the girls. Maybe it was some previous shit between them, maybe Silco was already doing shit at that time and Vander found out."

"Vander doesn't speak much about Silco, does he?"

Mylo shook his head. "He doesn't speak much about old stuff in general. He sometimes mentions tidbits, but it's like a slip of the tongue mostly."

"Silco speaks a lot about Vander though," Ekko said. "You could tell by how Jinx talked, she mentioned stuff from the band and with Vander that Silco must've told her. Vander barely talks about the band at all, just... it's easier to get anything out of Benzo. Which kinda makes me think... maybe Vander really did Silco dirty. Jinx kinda made it sound like that tonight."

"And he wouldn't want to talk about it for that reason," Caitlyn followed. It made sense.

"Vander would never do anything the guy didn't have coming," Mylo said at once.

"I didn't mean... I'm just trying to understand."

"We've all been curious," Ekko said. "I've done some digging around the net, trying to see what I found out about their final band years, and things had slowed down, yeah, but they hadn't disbanded or anything, supposely they had projects in the works. I couldn't make out if they were falling out or if life just happened, I mean, Jinx had been born, Benzo had married again and moved, Vander had been arrested..."

"Vander's been arrested?"

"Some times, you know, minor stuff, bar fights and resisting police arrest, stuff like that, nothing serious."

"Not since he's adopted us though," Mylo added, feeling like he needed to protect his father against attempted accusations. "He doesn't talk much about it, but it's come up in conversations."

"And it's online, it's even on the band's wikipedia page."

"And he got the girls' custody?" Caitlyn asked, frowning. Wouldn't that have been a red flag for adoption?

"They had no more relatives. Their parents were the black sheeps of their families, started living together pretty early on, I think they were seventeen when Vi was born. Vi never told me about their grandparents, never met 'em," Ekko explained her. Vi and Jinx had always been surrounded by people who loved them, a support group made of very few blood ties, taking after their parents. "I don't know how the adoption process went."

"I see." Indeed, Vi had never mentioned more family beyond her immediate one. Could've been an issue at the time of adoption, but apparently it hadn't been.

"So like, the band had grown distant, but when apparently they were trying to get back together, their parents died. Everything I found online about the end was what Benzo told me; he was the one to call their record label and say things were over, and no more statements afterwards. Word got out their parents had died, and Vander and Benzo had some people asking questions, were recognized sometimes, some fans would get nosy. But as far as I know, they never said anything else on or off the record about it."

"They died in a car crash, didn't they?"

"On the bridge. Yeah."

Caitlyn frowned. "What about Silco? What was he doing before the band ended, and what happened after it did?"

"No clue," Ekko shrugged. He couldn't piece together a lot from the bits he recalled Jinx sharing. He rubbed at his face. "They seemed to be tight, man, I've seen some old backstage videos on youtube. They all seemed to get along great, like, they knew each other back from highschool. Jinx's said that Silco mentions those times a lot, and honestly, Benzo does too. You know, dumb stories from when you're young. They seemed to all get along just great with Silco. Vander's the one that barely mentions stuff from before."

They fell silent for a moment until Ekko sighed. "Honestly, I think Silco channels all his hate and resentment for Vander onto Vi. He hates her too much for it to be normal. They haven't seen each other since he took Jinx, and yet he always looms over with threats, had guys scare her everytime Vi and Jinx fought before. Jinx doesn't like talking about it but she's led on that she knows Silco hates Vi."

Caitlyn frowned, nodding. There definitely was something wrong in that story. But figuring it out wouldn't help them in their current problems.

Just as Mylo was ready to say something, one of the bedrooms' door opened and Vander came out again. They all fell immediately silent, too tired to know how to act in a less conspicuous manner.

"I thought you said we all needed to rest."

"Sorry," Mylo hurried to say, gulping down another glass of water.

"Can't sleep," Ekko grumbled.

Vander sighed in the corridor and walked down to them. Mylo and Caitlyn seemed apologetic, but Ekko pushed his face away, feeling the urge to rebel not unlike Vi.

"I know you want to go after Powder too, Ekko," Vander said with weight in his voice. "But we need to sit back, at least for the next few days. You and Vi both. Do you hear me?"

Ekko frowned, dropping his shoulders. "You saw how she left. We did that to her. Now we're stuck here, all cooped up in fear that Silco might lash out-"

"Enough. You heard Claggor. He's right, we need to sleep. Go to bed, all of you."

"I need to talk to Jinx and she doesn't have a phone," Ekko huffed out in frustration, but Vander shook his head.

"She'll get a new one soon, don't worry. She will read your messages."

"Then what? You think she'll actually wanna talk to me?"

"We need to wait, Ekko."

"Never thought it would be this hard," Caitlyn said under her breath despite herself.

They returned to their bedrooms, more tired than before but just as restless, if not more.

Just like Vander had listened to most of their conversation due to poor acoustics, so did Vi, sitting against her door with her fists and jaws shut tight.

Yeah, she hadn't been too smart trying to run away at once, without thinking about what she was going to do once she was out. She had an idea now. Not a brilliant plan. Hers tended not to be, clearly. But she wasn't about to give up.

And she'd need help.

She needed to talk to Ekko, alone. They had to go to her sister and catch Silco, and she'd kill two birds with one stone.

.

to be continued

.

.

Author's Note: Vi's terrible plan will only be on chapter 10 now. Next chapter we'll go back to Silco and Jinx to wrap up their sunday scene too and move on to monday. We all know how much mondays suck, so hopefully look forward for that.

Thank you for reading.