Bianchi looked down at Barelli. "Well we have a sacrificial lamb." She murmured, lifting a hand to trail her fingers through the man's hair in something bordering on a caress. "So if we need a distraction that much is covered." And if he died, well, these things happened.

Bianchi was not anywhere near Reborn's skill level with a gun, she might be more hindrance than help if it came down to a fire fight. The sirens had quieted, now the police were taking statements, so there would just be lights and a lot of people. Most of whom weren't even involved in the mafia. Leave it to assholes like this to involve civilians.

"What would you like to do, Reborn?"