It was a quiet night in Napoli, Italy, well.. until Ghiaccio showed up ranting outside of La Squadra's base, his brows furrowed as he paced around, venting about the latest mission. "How hard is it to follow the damn instructions you're given? Pezzo di merda senza valore!" Ghiaccio yelled furiously, finishing his sentence with Italian.

Ghiaccio stomped his foot, the cool breeze pushing the lower half of his coat faintly, unaware of the fact that he was being watched from a distance.