Billy shook his head.

"Tegs, go start you vacation will you? I shouldn't have even made you stay this long. Eva can handle this job and I can hold down the fort here in the mean time."

He reached out and hugged his sister.

"Just stay safe, and take a couple of extra guys please? You never know what might happen."

His mind flashed back to an abandoned house on the outskirts of town where he once found Integra laying on the floor with a knife in her shoulder. He did not want to revisit that sort of situation again anytime soon.

Hugging her brother back, Integra laughed softly offering them both a smile before she would be heading out.

"I'll make sure to keep a few extra boys on me so you can be at peace of mind, don't worry."

She glanced at Eva with a bit of a smirk as she offered the woman a small hug as well.

"Make sure he stays out of trouble alright."

She made her way out of the warehouse, waving over her shoulder as she took Aaron, Mickael, Martin and Jason with her. 

Aurora paced.  She's sent Marcus to wait for Eva hours ago. 

Where are they?  

"We're running out of time."  She said to Phil.  

"If the boss says she's coming, she's coming." 

She leveled her stare at Phil.

"Another hour... give her another hour."  Phil tried to urge her.

"Another hour and my mom's next truck will be leaving for Ottawa.  You want to be the one to tell the next widow that her husband isn't coming home?  That she has to raise her children alone?"  She said flatly. 

Phil responded with a shake of his head.

"Alright then."  She said walking back into the room removing the leather belt from her waist.  

"So we're doing this?"  Crackers asked, nervously.

Aurora didn't answer.  Instead, she wrapped her belt around the upper portion of his left arm and began securing it as tight as she possibly could.

"What are you doing?"  He asked with a tremor of fear in his tone.

Aurora's amber eyes burned as she held his gaze and whispered, "I don't want you to bleed to death before I get what I need."  Tourniquet in place, she went to the back of the room where the business of animal butchery used to take place.  Opening a few drawers she eventually found what she was looking for and made her way back to Crackers, the glint of steel held tight in her grip.

"What's... what's that?"  He stammered.

Aurora did not reply, she just kept coming towards him, moving with a casualness that seemed in opposition to the fire in her eyes.  She'd broken out into a thin sheen of sweat.  Internally she told herself, it was just another way to kill a man... though she knew this was far from anything she'd done in the past.

"You're not going to.  You won't.  You're just a kid... you don't want to do this!"  He tried to offer her.

Aurora opened the sheers.  "That's where you're wrong.  I've waited a very long time for this..."

The man began weeping as she put his pinky finger between the open sheers and just as she began to squeeze them together he shouted, "MARANZANO!"

Blood trickled down onto the floor faster and faster as she closed the blades a bit more.

"I'M TELL YOU!  I WAS TELLING SALVATORE MARANZANO.  HE'S CALLING THE SHOTS!  IT'S MARANZANO!  PLEASE!!!"

The sheers clattered to the floor in the puddle of blood, Aurora pulled her pearl-handled M1911 and squeezed the trigger sending a brilliant spray of crimson across the room.  Crackers slumped over in the chair and his blood began to run down the drain.  Phil stared blankly and didn't move as she walked calmly to the phone and dialed a number.

"Found the rat."  She said.

Phil listened as she paused, waiting for what came next.

"Maranzano.  I don't know if they know about today's run.  Might change plans just in case."

He could see the lioness' shoulders slump, the air in the room was heavier now.  The girl looked exhausted even though she'd only barely begun what might have been a very bloody work.  It was a miracle the man broke as he did... perhaps two days of sitting tied to a chair had caused him to sincerely consider what she might be capable of.

"I'll live."  She said into the phone, followed by, "I'm flying to Detroit.  I'll be home tomorrow."

As the girl hung up the phone, she looked to Phil.  "We clean up.  We pick up Marcus and I'm going to see Billy and we never speak of this... yes?"

Phil looked at the dead man.  All doubt that she was capable of it, fled.  She was the Devil's daughter after all.  Phil simply nodded.

"Good."  She said.  "Very good."