Alice was silent through a great deal of the conversation, sitting near the rear right back window.  It was easy to fit four of the guardian in the back, mostly because of Alice's diminutive size compared to the others.  SAS, RAF, they all sounded the same to her.  All she ever cared about was if they were trying to harm any of the famiglia.  The single item that shocked her however, was the proclamation from the British Government and its allies that said they were pretty much turning their nose up at the Vongola, the same Mafia famiglia that had kept all the others in check and out of people's hair for the most part, the<em>respected</em>Mafia.<br/><br/>"Obviously he wasn't very good at his job then.  High-value assassination has never beeen their strong suit." she spoke to the rest with an assured tone.  This of course was biased, though it was true that the Medicci tended to produce the best assassins, outside of Israel, and they were equals in most ways save that the Medicci used box weapons and flames, something the Israeli forces didn't have.<br/><br/>"Whatever the case is, the nations that refuse us won't be so hasty to make that decision after I have a talk with them."  For once, her hands didn't graze over the handles of her pistols.  "My family owns a majority of antiquated art that resides in the museums of said countries, mainly Renaissance period pieces.  They also hold debts to our family for the lending of said pieces, and if we just tighten the pressure on those debts, they're sure to be more than willing to accommodate our search into these matters."<br/><br/>This time, however, Alice did rest her hands on the pistol grips.  "If not..."