Vulpe
Proceedings against the midnight market were not going well. Even the Thieves Guild was not strong enough in power or influence to close it down. Like a cancer, it kept spreading.
Stefano Rossinni kept in contact with Jan-Luc LeBeau as the two Patriachs struggled to at least keep it contained within their own boundaries. Stefano was also struggling against the repercussions of the punishment he had meted out to Vindichi. While he had been well within his rights to do so, the traitor's family was strong within the Guild.
This all boiled over in one blood streaked day.
Vulpe was coming out of church with her parents, when suddenly a rifle cracked. Stefano dove for his family, taking the bullet in the back. "Run," he ordered them hoarsely. Vulpe tugged her mother to her feet as a rifle fired again, bullet striking sparks at their feet, and they ran.
Anna Maria could be hidden easily. Vulpe, not so. Her mutations made her too distinctive. The Guild reeling with the shock of her father's death, and bounty hunters on her tail, she fled Italy.
A few weeks later, she crossed the border from Canada to America, dodging the border guards. The hunters were close behind her, she knew it. The bullets that occasionally whistled past her head and the knife shuddering in the wall near her body told her that. Fatigued but still sharp, Vulpe moved into America. If she could get to her father's allies, she might be safe. Maybe.
The Assassins were after her as well. Vulpe's mouth stretched in a fierce grin. She'd already bought her life dear. Over ten men lay dead behind her, their throats slit or strangled silently before she let them drop and ran again. Two of them had been Assassins of the Guild. Sloppy work on their part. That's why they were dead, and she was not.
Vulpe, wavering with exhaustion and throwing glances over her shoulder made her way to one of the LeBeau safe houses. She told them what was happening, voice hoarse and they led her to a place to sleep. She lay down thankfully, and closed her eyes, collapsing into slumber immediately.
They rang Jean-Luc and told him.
The Patriach of the Thieves Guild of America bowed his head in memory of the dead man, and left orders that Vulpe was to be kept safe at all costs. When Remy rang again, he'd have to let his son know what was happening.