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Third Person POV

~few minutes earlier

Rosalina standing in front of the mansion. Her eyes filled with hate and anger. Screwing the silencer on her mini machine gun before grabbing the one on the passenger seat. Stepping out the car, covering her head with the black hoodie before walking towards the gate. Tightly clutching onto the two guns, the men noticing her figure, reaching for their guns she takes her aim and unleashes the bullets making the men's lifeless bodies fall to the ground. Looking around the area, she grabs the man's remote before pressing the red button letting the doors open. Taking quicker steps towards the door, men running towards her direction as she continued to gun them down effortlessly.

~Alex
Tiredly walking out the bathroom in his white robe. His body sore and tired. Taking steps out the balcony the cool air hitting his now pale skin. Grabbing onto the metal rod before looking down the floor In pain as a hiss escaped his lips, his eyes widen at the sight of the men on the ground making him quickly turn only to be stopped by the barrel of the gun on his forehead. His eyes widen at the sight of the kid he never thought he would see again, Emilio's son, a smirk playing on his face. "Ciao Alessandro" (hello Alessandro) he smirks before landing a hard hit with the back of the gun to the side of his head making him nearly fall to the floor with a loud groan, his breathing heavy, "I guess every dog has its day huh" the kid says grabbing him by his robe....

~Rosa
Slowly entering the silent house. The sound of footsteps fill her ears making her raise her guns up, Danté coming into view his eyes widen as she fires two shots at him making him fall to the floor. Taking step towards him before reaching down to take his gun from his waistband, stuffing it in hers before cautiously taking steps up. Walking up the office door. Slowly turning the knob she scans the office noticing a tired looking Tatiana standing out the balcony. Taking slow careful steps towards her as she watched the woman tiredly look up. Placing the barrel on the back of her neck, "hola Tatiana" she smirks...

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