The first thin that happened that evening, was an immense group text. Warnings, warnings of anything that Bianca thought might happen, and it went out to her apartment-mates, wherever they might have been. Tsukasa was dozing on the leader's couch, her bandana tied around her forehead, and her phone constantly buzzing in her palm. Spencer was home, it was natural. After work he usually went home for a nap or something.

So Bianca looked over the base while Tsukasa napped. There were many members of of the gang just hanging around the base, most of them just lounging, or fighting in the open floor of the warehouse.

It was like any other day. It was perfectly normal, no one was seriously injured, there weren't any cops chasing them.

"Good evening humans~ Have I interrupted something?"

There was something wrong with Izaya. Bianca knew that much. He wore his signature jacket, and everything. But... how had he known to come to the base? Simple, Mairu. The only person that she had told anything to, and it was all falling into place.

"This just got easy...""

She kicked her legs as she sat on the platform, placing her fingers to her lips to alert the Yellow Scarves in the area.

"Assemble! Part, leave space! Make a column!"" Slowly, the gang members filed into place, making a wide path for the informant in the center of the room. Tsukasa stirred on the couch, but Bianca payed little mind. Right now, that wasn't the issue.

"So, you came after all. Your sister is a good little child isn't she? Not much for anything, but bait. Bait... nah, that's too cruel, even for an Orihara." She shrugged.

"So, tell me why you're here."

"You amuse me Bianca."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Bianca thought she had Mairu figured out. But of course, things weren't the way they appeared. This girl, was just as crazy as she had assumed she was. Charging into a gang's base like that was one thing, but being dressed like her psycho brother? That was another.

Not to mention their leader's large amount of hatred for the Orihara name. Just to add to the list of names Tsukasa did not particularly enjoy. Perhaps there were a lot of people the young gang leader had a strong disliking for, but Kida and Orihara were defiantly at the top of her list.
Bianca on the other hand only hated the Orihara name.

"As for plans? I'll have you know I'm not the one planning things."

It was a straight-forward lie. But not completely. Tsukasa was the one pulling all the strings when it came to the "pest control" she had wanted done. Yes, but that covered so much of Ikebukuro, Shinjuku, and Tokyo, that it was a broad topic, instead of the narrow one Bianca had. She wanted to be rid of the Orihara's, not ever wanting to see someone go insane, or die, or be scarred for life because of their addiction to the 'precious humans'.

"Nijiji-nii is the one." She muttered this, tugging at her yellow headband. It was uneven, and she disliked it very greatly. "It's her decision on who's ass we kick and when."

A couple of the Scarves twitched in the crowd, surprised at Bianca's words. How had such a childish girl become so serious suddenly?

"So skip all the blah blah blah. I'm not here to try and exchange more information." Her fingers twitched for her whistle and butterfly knife. If all else, she could wake Tsukasa up. But, that was if she was needed. "Tell me what you plan to do. Maybe I won't have to resort to something boring and lifeless, something with no action would be no fun."