Tino wasn't one to be rude. He knew that, and he knew that people where more keen to his kind side. But when he was angry... He could fight like a madman. A few moments before Romano crashed, he'd been given permission to check through his phone and see the pictures. To log injuries, he said to himself. But really, he was intrigued. It was the 'curiosity killed the cat' turned into 'curiosity got the cat to watch a killing' and Tino was fully aware of it.

Tino was used to violence. He'd fought in wars before. But it was different. These where people he knew personally, not just people in whatever platoon he'd been thrown in. And with each image he saw, the pang in his gut became more intense. It was strange to look at, to see someone as kind as Antonio or someone as innocent as Feliciano hurt for the matter of power.

Government was a funny thing, Tino had realized this a long time ago. There where few who knew about representations, but those who did used them to get what they wanted. Bribery, kidnappings. Anything the people wanted, the government would surely comply to in order to save the representation, unless of course, they where unneeded.

Grimacing, he placed the phone back down on the table. It was a bit difficult to look at the pictures. They seemed so helpless, and so hurt, like animals being shown off. Tino bit his lip, glancing at where Romano and Ludwig where each passed out, exhausted from stress. Romano was unsurprisingly angry and grumpy a majority of the time, but he was striving to do what he could in order to speed up the process. Ludwig, however, had stayed relatively quiet. Maybe it was shock. But he still helped out in little ways. Perhaps it was something he had learned from Feliciano. Tino sure noticed. He wasn't sure if Romano did, but it was good.

He glanced at the map, on the screen. There where a few places Romano had pointed out that he was aware of, and it seemed as if there where only three candidates. There was an older house on the other side of the town. Yet another, a small villa with a few vineyards, less then a mile away, and of course, the industrial zone just down by the river in the highways which was perfect for dumping bodies.

Tino laughed to himself a bit, realizing that he had just thought about good places to dump bodies. How dumb... He was becoming one of them wasn't he?

He laughed. No way he was doing that. He had Berwald and Peter to take care of.

Just then, Romano's phone dinged.

The map had confirmed a location.

oOoOo

Romano swore he woke up to a scream.

Not Ludwig struggling to wake him, not Tino quickly gathering everything they needed, but his brother's pain and terror filled scream.

He shot up like a bullet from the barrel, throwing himself off of the bed to gather his own supplies and get ready, because he knew, he just knew, that they had done it, and they where going to save them, and that it was all going to be okay. One quick glance at the computer showed the villa he had pointed out a few hours earlier while they where in the car. Another glance outside the window as he pulled on his shoes granted him a view of a dark, stormy sky.

But that scream... It was still rattling in his head, like a ball that couldn't stop it's bounce, and he knew, oh dear god he knew, and it was one of the best feeling he had experienced that whole week. The knowledge that he was going to kick the asses of the bastards that could do this to Antonio and Feliciano without blinking.

Ludwig had a bit of a sheen in his eyes, showing that he too, was feeling the same way as he hurriedly pulled on his coat, moving to unplug the computer. Quickly, all of their supplies where shoved into the three bags they had brought, and Romano slung his backpack over his shoulder. He knew they where bound to forget something, but he didn't really care. He rushed out, a momentary, silent conversation between the other two stopping him for just a moment, before he ran up to the front to check out. The desk manager seemed a bit surprised at their sudden, rushed departure, but Romano didn't care about that either.

He pushed through the rain, and the three loaded the car at top speed, before Romano shoved himself into the driver seat, Ludwig climbing in beside him, Tino clambering in back to begin putting his rifle together.

Romano hit the gas, and the three took off. He could see Ludwig loading their guns out of the corner of his eye, and he felt himself grin a little bit. It was all going to be over soon.

In the rear view mirror he could spot Tino putting his gun together with a practiced ease, loading bullets into the chamber. The black color of the gun al,let glowed in the dark weather, winking at Romano like a spirit.

"Ve vill park at zhe edge of town and make out vhay zhrough zhe vineyards. Tino, you set up a spot on top of vun of zhe nearby buildings." Ludwig relayed his plan with efficiency.

"Kyllä!" Tino replied in his native tongue, the Finnish native quickly finishing his weapon.

"And we'll kill anyone who gets in our way." Romano stated determinedly.

The two shot him grave nods, and soon Romano found his handgun in his lap, the other magazines shoved deep into the closest pocket of his back pack.

He glanced at his watch.

12:58

He grinned.

A week, they had said.

And a week, he had accomplished.