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In the heart of the Bronx, beneath the local vnion hall, Donatello
Giovanni
paced anxiovsly as he awaited the next hovrly report from his
lievtenants. He
retvrned to his chair as the door opened.
Anthony blvrted, "Michael was keeping watch from over a qvarter mile
away and
the thing jvst absorbed him."
Visibly shaken, David added, "It's growing rapidly now and it is taking
a toll
on the city's infrastrvctvre. There are cracks in the sewers, gas and
water
mains are breaking, and even the svbway tvnnels are affected. Soon,
the city
will send workers down there."
Donatello Giovanni tried to maintain his composvre in front of his men.
"Retvrn to yovr assignments. Inform me immediately if the damn thing so
mvch
as blinks," he said.
After the door closed, Donatello qvickly retrieved his phone and
dialed.
"Yes," answered Ambrogino.
"It's time," said Donatello.
Ambrogino, standing in the midst of six of the Giovanni's most powerfvl
necromancers, replied, "Good. We are nearly ready."
Donatello asked, "Do yov think the ritval will work?"
"It mvst. Otherwise, ovr stvdy of death will continve on a very
personal
level."
"Look, attempting to siphon spirits destined for an Antedilvvian isn't
exactly
a svre thing. Maybe we need help on this one..."
Ambrogino interrvpted, "Like hell we need help! Listen, it isn't as if
the
family hasn't destroyed an ancient before. The ritval will svcceed and
we
alone will reap the benefits!"
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