Leisha slammed her gloved fist into the wall. After she raged and chucked a tantrum lasting a good few minutes, Leisha calmed down.
"I want to know how this happened!" she demanded, her voice shrill. "I want to know who is trying to frame us, and I want to know now!"
Everyone looked at each other.
"Well? Has no one anything to say? Hmm? There isn't a rogue faction of the Fudge Gang I don't know about is there?"
"No, of course not," someone assured her.
"So, who. Is. Trying. To. Frame. Us!" Leisha glowered at everyone. "As much as I would loooove to take credit for raiding Munza's facility, I don't particularily care for him to come after us for something we didn't do."
"We'll get right on it," she was assured.
"I don't want you to get right on it. I want you to tell me right now. Now!"
Silence. Leisha's eyes seemed to burn with an increasing rage with each passing second.
"Well, whoever it was, they were clumsy," someone finally spoke up. "We're primarily human, and they over did the power usage."
"Did they just?"
"Munza might not suspect us like they planned."
"I will not waste time with 'might nots'," Leisha dismissed. "Send a message to Munza offering him sanctuary."
Munza's other hideaways may have become compromised when they took his base in Orlando, and Leisha doubted if whoever was framing them would suspect that Munza would make a deal with the Fudge Gang. Also, this should be a way to determine if Munza did suspect them or not. It was a risky move, but even if Munza took them up on their offer, Leisha doubted that he had enough resources to give them any trouble.