Natalia made her way to a separate room, starting up a computer installed with TOR, among other things. She began typing a message out, sending it.
*The meeting has been rescheduled to tomorrow morning.*
She looked to the wall, her mind blank for a short moment. The meeting would be soon, so she needed to get ready.
-----Time Skip-----
The next day had come, the meeting room being that of a big auditorium type ordeal. She wore a mask, just as all the others did. It was to hide their identities for safety purposes. In no rush, She walked to center stage.
"My brothers, sisters of equal right. We are here to disgust an issue among us. It seems we have been infiltrated by someone, I'm guessing of mafia intent. We are not a mafia by any means, in fact we are better then that. I suggest that this quickly and smoothly removes them self before they get hurt. Were not something you should mess around with." She gazed out into the crowd, seeing as her little speech here wasn't packing much of a punch. She was speaking plainly, and needed.. 'An example.'
"To show that I'm serious, we've got a bit of a surprise for you. If you please."
As soon has it was said, one of the many on lookers dropped in the crowd of mask. Shot dead.
"Of course, we're well aware of the issue we have here gentlemen. So I will say it once more, I suggest you remove yourself before you get hurt. It'd be ashamed if we had to waste anymore of our time on cleaning up your blood."
She swiftly turned to the door. "Dismissal is approved." She walked out the door.
'That should get their blood steaming. Let's how long it takes for them to get off their asses and do something about it.
This will be... Most interesting.'
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Hetalia's Belarus: Tell Them She's Cold
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