Trinity sighed as Moro talked on. She tossed her head back eyeing a spider that had made its web into ceiling, like a delinquent child in class without a care for what her instructor was revealing. She smiled as the eight legged widow climbed along her silken threads griping a long dead fly sucking the fluid from its body.<br/>Rolling her head on her shoulders was watched him open the case siting up with renewed interest as he reviled the newspapers. Looking them over as both Serafina and Maria made there comments Trinity felt her gut begin to warm a slow building mistrust and anger rising within her.<br/>"What?..." She asked, her voice uncharacteristically soft, giving her head a slight shake as if to physical display her disbelief. "Make a hero? Who the fuck gives a rats ass about this Dogfucker!? Wheres the pay off! I mean i was expecting a diamond hist or a hit on some Mafia families first born but this shit? What the fuck is all this? Wheres the fucking money!" She screamed fighting back the urge to pull her gun and shoot everyone in the room. She never had a vision for the big picture, it was a flaw of hers and one that she would never admit to. She was simple and worked in simple ways. If someone was fucking with you, kill them, if a wall blocked your path, knock it down. She didn't understand politics or manipulation. She knew one thing and one thing only, getting her job done in the most straight forward and more often then not bloody way possible. "This sure sounds like Bullshit to me Pig. You better pray you ain't waisting my fucking time."