Legato placed the pictures down, glad that Midvalley had suggested intercepting all of Master’s mail. “No doubt about it now. The Stampede’s definitely on the prowl again, and he’s rubbing our faces in the fact that we couldn’t stop him last time.”

Raiden shuddered at the bodies, sliced open and entrails arranged in a cruel imitation of butterfly’s wings. “He’s a monster.”

“So what do we do?” Dominique wondered. “Knives-sama still hasn’t recovered yet.”

“Chapel’s keeping tabs on things.” Legato frowned as he received the latest report. “And he just told me that Stampede took two Bernadelli agents as hostages.”

Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
Because it’s just as likely that the twin’s philosophies took them in the opposite direction.