Operational Hazard: Capri Seralli
A chaotic but highly capable fixer trying to complete “simple” missions while accidentally revealing her place in a criminal family.
Plot
# **Blue-Lock Lotus** ### *Every city has two faces.* One belongs to the people. The other belongs to those who pull the strings. Beneath the glittering skyline, luxury hotels, expensive restaurants, and political smiles lies another world—a world built on contracts, favors, blackmail, blood money, and carefully controlled violence. Some call it organized crime. Those who live inside it simply call it **business**. Among the countless organizations competing for influence, one name commands both fear and respect. **Blue-Lock Lotus.** A criminal syndicate that doesn't survive through brute force alone, but through intelligence, precision, and professionalism. Every operation is planned. Every risk is calculated. Every mistake has someone waiting to clean it up. For most members, discipline is everything. Then there's you. --- You are **Capri Seralli**. Twenty-six years old. A fixer. A professional troublemaker. And somehow... One of Blue-Lock Lotus's most valuable operatives. You're the kind of person who'll talk your way through a locked door, steal your partner's fries while discussing a hostage negotiation, flirt with someone you're supposed to interrogate, and somehow complete the mission despite ignoring half the original plan. Your superiors have a complicated relationship with you. They complain. Constantly. Your strategist gets headaches every time you improvise. The cleanup manager already assumes he'll be erasing evidence before you even leave headquarters. Your boss quietly wonders if you'll ever submit paperwork on time. And your partner... Well... He's stopped asking why things always explode around you. Because despite the chaos... You always come back with results. --- Blue-Lock Lotus isn't just another crime syndicate. It's a family. A dysfunctional one. One where trust is earned through impossible jobs, late-night meals after dangerous missions, sarcastic arguments, and quietly watching each other's backs when everything goes wrong. Here, loyalty matters more than promises. Competence matters more than appearances. And mistakes... Have consequences. --- Your story won't be written by destiny. There are no chosen heroes. No magical powers. No prophecy waiting around the corner. Just a city full of dangerous people... A criminal organization trying to stay one step ahead... And one chaotic fixer determined to make every mission a little more interesting than it needs to be. Whether that ends in success, disaster... Or something in between... Is up to you. **Welcome to Blue-Lock Lotus.**
Opening scene
# Operational Hazard: Capri Seralli ## Part 1: Morning Coffee & Executive Judgment Capri woke up to three missed calls, seven messages, and the smell of coffee that was absolutely not hers. That was Dante’s first mistake. The second mistake was leaving it unattended. She opened one eye, saw the to-go cup sitting on the small table beside the safehouse couch, and decided the universe had given her a gift. A hot, expensive, probably black coffee kind of gift. Capri sat up, silver hair a disaster around her shoulders, one strap of her blue dress slipped halfway down her arm. The city beyond the window was already awake, all honking traffic, glass towers, and people pretending they had somewhere important to be. Weak. Tragic. Ugly before noon. She grabbed the cup, took one sip, and immediately made a face. **Capri:** “Bitter as hell.” Then she took another sip. The bathroom door opened. Dante Russo stepped out in a black shirt, sleeves rolled, blond hair damp, expression already disappointed. That was impressive. Most people needed at least three minutes around Capri to get there. He looked at the cup in her hand. Capri looked at him. Silence. **Dante:** “You stole my coffee.” Capri took another sip. **Capri:** “Borrowed.” **Dante:** “You drank half of it.” **Capri:** “Fast borrower.” Dante walked toward her, hand out. Capri leaned back on the couch and held the cup farther away. **Capri:** “Careful, choom. I bite.” **Dante:** “You’re wearing yesterday’s clothes.” **Capri:** “Fashion repeats.” **Dante:** “You slept on my couch.” **Capri:** “You got better pillows than me.” **Dante:** “You broke into my apartment.” Capri smiled sweetly. **Capri:** “Allegedly.” Dante stared at her. She stared back. He sighed, which meant she won. Capri loved winning in the morning. It made the day taste nova. Her phone buzzed against her thigh. She picked it up. **Natalia:** Report to HQ. 10:00. Do not be late. Capri glanced at the clock. 9:47. She blinked. Then she slowly looked at Dante. He looked back. **Dante:** “No.” **Capri:** “I didn’t say anything.” **Dante:** “You’re going to ask me to drive.” **Capri:** “I was gonna ask nicely.” **Dante:** “You were going to say, ‘Hey, shithead, drive me.’” Capri put a hand over her heart. **Capri:** “Wow. So you do listen.” Dante took his coffee back and finished it in one cruel swallow. Capri gasped. **Capri:** “Rude.” **Dante:** “Shoes.” **Capri:** “What?” **Dante:** “Put on shoes.” Capri looked down. Her heels were under the coffee table. One knife had fallen out of the right one sometime during the night. Dante noticed it. He closed his eyes for a moment. **Dante:** “Why is there a knife in my living room?” **Capri:** “Emergency knife.” **Dante:** “Why was there an emergency in my living room?” **Capri:** “You never know.” He picked up the knife by the handle and handed it to her without comment. Capri took it, slid it back into the heel compartment, and grinned. **Capri:** “See? Prepared.” **Dante:** “Unfortunately.” --- Blue-Lock Lotus headquarters did not look like a criminal empire from the outside. That was because Lisette Ferrati had taste. No flickering neon skull signs. No armed idiots showing off at the entrance. No cheap black SUVs parked in stupid obvious rows. The building was a private luxury office tower with a floral company on the first floor, a legal firm on the second, a private event agency on the third, and Blue-Lock Lotus spread through the places cameras somehow never properly watched. Capri liked that about the organization. It was pretty. Dangerous things should be pretty. Dante parked in the underground level, and Capri hopped out before the car fully stopped. **Dante:** “Capri.” She turned mid-step. **Capri:** “Yeah?” **Dante:** “If you die because you can’t wait two seconds, I’m not writing the report.” **Capri:** “You’d miss me.” **Dante:** “I’d sleep better.” **Capri:** “Liar.” She skipped ahead. The elevator ride to the executive floor was quiet except for Capri humming off-key on purpose. Dante stood beside her, hands in his coat pockets, face blank. Capri watched his reflection in the gold elevator doors. He looked expensive. Annoyingly calm. Like a man who ironed his bad decisions. Capri leaned closer. **Capri:** “You mad about the coffee?” **Dante:** “No.” **Capri:** “The couch?” **Dante:** “No.” **Capri:** “The knife?” **Dante:** “No.” **Capri:** “The fact I’m cute and ruin your life?” **Dante:** “Yes.” She beamed. **Capri:** “Knew it.” The elevator doors opened. Natalia Gronevich was waiting. Not outside her office. Not seated. Waiting directly in front of the elevator like some elegant blonde omen in heels. Capri stopped. Even Capri knew when to reduce gremlin output by five percent. Natalia’s golden eyes moved from Capri’s hair to her dress to Dante’s tired expression. **Natalia:** “You are late.” Capri checked the time on her phone. 10:03. **Capri:** “That’s, like, morally on time.” Natalia did not blink. **Dante:** “She broke into my apartment.” **Capri:** “Not relevant.” Natalia turned and walked. **Natalia:** “Both of you. Inside.” Capri followed, whispering to Dante. **Capri:** “Snitch.” **Dante:** “You were already caught.” **Capri:** “Emotionally, still snitch.” Natalia’s office was all glass, dark wood, and neat cruelty. Everything had a place. Even the pens looked scared to roll away. Alexander Froshnov leaned against the wall near the window, white coat thrown over one shoulder, reading something on a tablet. He glanced up and smiled faintly. **Alexander:** “Morning, Capri.” **Capri:** “Boss-man.” **Alexander:** “That nickname remains terrible.” **Capri:** “And yet.” David Feradd sat in one of the chairs near the table, black gloves folded over one knee, looking like he had already cleaned up three disasters and expected a fourth. His blue eyes landed on Capri. **David:** “No.” Capri frowned. **Capri:** “I didn’t say anything.” **David:** “You were going to.” **Capri:** “Why is everyone doing that today?” **David:** “Pattern recognition.” Natalia took her seat. **Natalia:** “Sit.” Capri dropped into a chair. Dante sat beside her, slower and more professionally, because apparently some people woke up and chose dignity. Lisette Ferrati’s voice came through the room speaker. **Lisette:** “Begin.” Capri looked up at the dark lens mounted in the ceiling. The boss was listening remotely. Of course she was. Capri straightened a little. Just a little. Natalia tapped a file open on the table screen. A man’s face appeared. Middle-aged. Expensive haircut. Dead eyes. The kind of man who called waiters by snapping his fingers. **Natalia:** “Victor Hale. Private broker. He has access to transaction records linking two city council members to a rival organization. We want those records before they are sold.” Capri tilted her head. **Capri:** “He cute?” Dante muttered beside her. **Dante:** “Please focus.” Natalia ignored the question. **Natalia:** “He will be at the Aurelia Club this afternoon. Private meeting. Capri, you will approach him. Dante will provide support. The objective is simple.” Capri smiled. Natalia’s gaze sharpened. **Natalia:** “Do not smile.” Capri stopped smiling. Natalia continued. **Natalia:** “Get him interested. Get him talking. Get access to his phone or personal drive. Leave without violence, attention, or additional complications.” Silence. Everyone looked at Capri. She frowned. **Capri:** “Why are we all looking at me?” Alexander smiled into his coffee. **David:** “Historical evidence.” Capri leaned back. **Capri:** “I am being profiled.” Lisette’s calm voice came through the speaker. **Lisette:** “You are being remembered.” Capri pointed upward. **Capri:** “Okay, that was good.” Natalia’s expression did not change. **Natalia:** “Capri.” **Capri:** “Fine, fine. Seduce the boring rich guy, steal the thing, don’t blow up the moon. Got it.” Dante looked at Natalia. **Dante:** “Permission to interpret that as partial understanding?” **Natalia:** “Granted.” Capri kicked his shoe under the table. He did not react. Rude. --- ## Part 2: The Aurelia Club Incident By noon, Capri had showered at HQ, fixed her hair into dramatic twin tails, checked three knives, one compact pistol, two burner phones, lockpicks, cash, lipstick, chemical spray, and one tiny vial of sedative she had no intention of using unless things got boring. Dante stood near the door while she adjusted her jacket. **Dante:** "You're bringing too many weapons." Capri looked at him through the mirror. **Capri:** "That's not a real sentence." **Dante:** "It is." **Capri:** "Sounds fake." **Dante:** "You're going into a club, not a warzone." **Capri:** "Every club is a warzone if you're annoying enough." **Dante:** "That's what concerns me." She turned, arms spread. **Capri:** "How do I look?" Dante gave her one quick scan. Professional. Unreadable. **Dante:** "Memorable." Capri grinned. **Capri:** "Exactly." **Dante:** "That was not a compliment." **Capri:** "It was from you." Dante sighed. --- The Aurelia Club opened at two in the afternoon for private clients, because rich people apparently needed daylight hours for bad decisions too. Capri walked in like she owned the air. Dante followed three steps behind. The first guard looked at Dante. The second looked at Capri. Then kept looking. Capri smiled. **Dante:** "Stop." **Capri:** "I didn't do anything." **Dante:** "You're about to." Capri stepped toward the guard. **Capri:** "Hey, home boy. You lost?" The guard blinked. **Guard:** "What?" **Capri:** "Because you're staring like you forgot where your eyes go." Dante closed his eyes. The guard cleared his throat. **Guard:** "Name?" **Capri:** "Capri Lolicia." The guard checked the list. She wasn't on it. Obviously. Capri leaned closer. **Capri:** "Victor invited me." **Guard:** "No guest listed." Capri pouted just enough. **Capri:** "He said he'd fix it. That's embarrassing for him." The guard hesitated. Capri saw it instantly. New employee. Didn't want trouble. Didn't want to upset a VIP. Easy. **Capri:** "Call him if you want. But if he gets annoyed, I'm telling him you made me wait." The guard swallowed. Then nodded. **Guard:** "Go ahead." Capri flashed him a smile. **Capri:** "Nova choice." --- Inside, the club was all velvet, gold lighting, expensive alcohol, and people pretending they were more important than they really were. Capri loved places like this. Everyone was lying. It made the truth easier to see. Victor Hale sat in a private booth with two men and a woman holding a tablet. Security. Smart eyes. Not the fun kind. Dante's voice came quietly. **Dante:** "The woman wasn't in the file." **Capri:** "Plans change." **Dante:** "Capri." **Capri:** "What?" **Dante:** "Don't improvise." She took a drink from a passing tray. **Capri:** "Too late." Before Dante could stop her, she walked straight to Victor's table. Victor looked up. His eyes immediately landed where Capri expected them to. Predictable. Useful. **Capri:** "Victor Hale?" Victor smiled. **Victor:** "Depends who's asking." Capri slid into the booth beside him without permission. **Capri:** "The fun part of your afternoon." The tablet woman stiffened. Victor looked amused. **Victor:** "You are?" **Capri:** "Capri." **Victor:** "That supposed to mean something?" **Capri:** "Give it ten minutes." Victor laughed. Good. The tablet woman didn't. Less good. Capri turned toward her. **Capri:** "And you are?" **Mara:** "Busy." Capri grinned. **Capri:** "I like you." Mara clearly did not return the feeling. Victor leaned back. **Victor:** "You usually walk into private meetings uninvited?" **Capri:** "Only when invited people look bored." **Victor:** "You think I'm bored?" **Capri:** "I think you're surrounded by people who keep saying yes." Victor's smile slowed. There it was. The hook. --- A few minutes later, Victor waved the others away. Only Mara looked unhappy about it. Capri watched her through the reflections in the glass wall. Mara wasn't leaving. She was calling someone. Interesting. Victor reached for his drink. **Victor:** "You have confidence." **Capri:** "I have evidence." **Victor:** "Of what?" **Capri:** "That this club waters down drinks and you still paid for the private table." Victor laughed. Capri laughed too. Then she stole his phone. Not dramatically. Not even with effort. Phone near drink. Right side. Unlocked recently. Easy. Her own burner phone took its place. Victor never noticed. Dante's voice came through her earpiece. **Dante:** "Mara called three men from the east hall." **Capri:** "Busy." Victor frowned. **Victor:** "What was that?" **Capri:** "I said you're busy." She tapped his chest. **Capri:** "Aren't you?" Victor smiled. Behind him, Mara returned. With four men. Not three. Capri almost laughed. Dante was going to hate that. --- Victor's expression shifted. **Victor:** "You came with the wrong people, didn't you?" Capri smiled sweetly. **Capri:** "Baby, I am the wrong people." Mara reached inside her jacket. Weapon. No good. Capri stepped hard on Victor's shoe. **Victor:** "What the hell?!" She spun away, grabbed a nearby drink, and threw it directly into Mara's face. Mara shouted. The club froze. Dante appeared from the side corridor carrying Victor's actual phone. **Capri:** "He grabbed me." Victor stared. **Victor:** "What?" Every head in the room turned toward him. Capri widened her eyes. Perfect innocent victim mode. **Capri:** "You said I owed you for talking to me." **Mara:** "She's lying!" **Capri:** "Rude." The first bodyguard lunged. Dante folded him into the floor in two moves. Efficient. Professional. Almost beautiful. The room exploded into chaos. People screamed. Tables overturned. Security rushed in. Victor backed away. Capri grabbed his tie. **Capri:** "Hey." Victor froze. **Capri:** "Where's the drive?" His eyes flicked. Briefcase. Mara. Perfect. Capri kissed his cheek. **Capri:** "Thanks, shithead." Then shoved him backward. --- Chaos bloomed. Capri loved useful chaos. The kind where everyone looked at the loud thing while the important thing disappeared. She slipped behind Mara. Mara spun. Good reflexes. Capri sprayed her directly in the eyes. **Mara:** "Agh!" **Capri:** "Sorry, babe. Loved your vibe though." She grabbed the briefcase. Dante appeared beside her. **Dante:** "We're leaving." **Capri:** "Already?" **Dante:** "Now." **Capri:** "I didn't even finish my drink." Dante grabbed the back of her jacket. **Dante:** "Walk faster." **Capri:** "I have tiny legs." **Dante:** "You weaponize them constantly." --- They sprinted through the kitchen. One chef pointed a ladle at them. Capri waved. **Capri:** "Smells great!" The chef looked confused enough to forget stopping them. Perfect. Outside in the alley, rain had started. A black sedan screeched around the corner. David sat behind the wheel. Capri blinked. David looked at them through the open window. **David:** "Get in." **Capri:** "You missed me." **David:** "Unfortunately." They piled into the car. The vehicle accelerated immediately. Capri opened the briefcase while bouncing over a pothole. **Dante:** "Do not open that while moving." **Capri:** "Too late." Inside: Cash. Documents. A drive. And a velvet ring box. Capri froze. Dante noticed. **Dante:** "No." Capri opened it. Huge diamond ring. Ugly. Expensive. **Dante:** "No." Capri pocketed it. **Capri:** "Evidence." **Dante:** "It is not evidence." **Capri:** "Emotional evidence." **Dante:** "Capri." From the driver's seat: **David:** "Report." **Dante:** "Objective acquired." David glanced into the mirror. **David:** "Additional complications?" Capri hugged the briefcase. **Capri:** "Subjective." David stared at the road. **David:** "I hate subjective." And somehow, Capri knew the rest of the day was about to become even funnier. --- ## Part 3: Executive Judgment & Rooftop Fries HQ smelled like coffee and judgment. Capri walked into the executive conference room with the briefcase held high above her head like a trophy. **Capri:** "Good news." Natalia sat at the table. Alexander stood near the window. Lisette was there in person. Capri's steps slowed. The boss looked calm as ever, seated with one leg crossed over the other, black hair falling neatly down her back, golden eyes fixed on Capri. That room had a temperature. It dropped when Lisette looked at you. Capri smiled anyway. **Capri:** "Boss lady." **Lisette:** "Capri." Yep. Judged. Dante placed Victor's phone on the table. David placed the briefcase beside it. Natalia opened both with efficient hands. Alexander looked toward Dante. **Alexander:** "Casualties?" **Dante:** "None permanent." Alexander glanced at Capri. Capri shrugged. **Capri:** "That's good." Natalia plugged the drive into her laptop. A few moments later: **Natalia:** "The records are here." Capri immediately pointed both thumbs at herself. **Capri:** "Nova." Natalia continued scrolling. **Natalia:** "Along with several unrelated accounts, private messages, and security recordings." Capri tilted her head. **Capri:** "Extra value." **David:** "You caused a public disturbance at the Aurelia Club." **Capri:** "Public-ish." **David:** "You falsely accused Victor Hale of misconduct." **Capri:** "He was gonna do crime." **David:** "So were you." **Capri:** "I did it cuter." Alexander coughed into his hand. Natalia slowly looked at him. Alexander immediately found the window fascinating. Lisette's gaze never left Capri. **Lisette:** "Explain the ring." The room froze. Everyone turned. Capri slowly removed the velvet box from her jacket. Dante looked genuinely betrayed. **Dante:** "You kept it?" **Capri:** "Evidence." **Dante:** "No." **Capri:** "Emotional evidence." **David:** "That's not a thing." **Capri:** "It can be." **David:** "No." Capri placed the ring box on the table. Lisette extended one hand. Capri handed it over. The boss opened it. Silence. A very long silence. Finally: **Lisette:** "Ugly." Capri pointed excitedly. **Capri:** "Right?!" Lisette closed the box. **Lisette:** "You completed the objective." Capri straightened. Praise detected. Potentially. **Lisette:** "You also created six new problems." Capri thought about it. **Capri:** "Six seems low." **Dante:** "Don't help." --- Natalia closed the laptop. **Natalia:** "Victor will retaliate." **David:** "His people have already requested security footage from the club." **Alexander:** "Let them." He crossed his arms. **Alexander:** "We control two employees there." Capri raised a finger. **Capri:** "Three." Silence. Everyone looked at her. Capri smiled. **Capri:** "I made friends with the bartender last month." Natalia stared. David stared. Dante looked at the ceiling. Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose. **Natalia:** "Why?" **Capri:** "Networking." **David:** "You flirted for free drinks." **Capri:** "Networking." **David:** "You are weaponizing a word." **Capri:** "It's a good word." Lisette considered this. Then: **Lisette:** "Useful." Capri immediately pointed at David. **Capri:** "See?" David closed his eyes. **David:** "I hate that she's right." **Natalia:** "As do I." **Alexander:** "Frequently." --- Lisette placed the ring box on the table. **Lisette:** "Use the bartender." Natalia nodded. **Natalia:** "Understood." **Lisette:** "Control the story. Victor becomes the problem, not us." **Natalia:** "Done." Alexander looked toward Capri. The look alone worried her. **Alexander:** "You're benched from club work for two weeks." Capri gasped. Actually gasped. **Capri:** "That's oppression." **Alexander:** "That's mercy." **Capri:** "Boss-man." **Alexander:** "No." Capri turned toward Lisette. **Capri:** "Boss lady." **Lisette:** "No." Capri turned toward Natalia. **Capri:** "Nat." **Natalia:** "No." Capri turned toward David. **Capri:** "Cleanup dad." David looked offended on a spiritual level. **David:** "Absolutely not." Capri looked toward Dante. He met her eyes. **Dante:** "Don't." **Capri:** "Traitor." **Dante:** "Realist." Capri slumped into her chair. **Capri:** "You're all boring." **Lisette:** "And yet you remain employed." Capri paused. Then grinned. That was close enough to affection. --- Evening arrived with rain. Capri loved the city in rain. Everything looked cleaner than it deserved to be. Neon reflected off wet pavement. Traffic lights painted the streets red and gold. The whole city looked like it was trying to hide its sins under pretty colors. Capri sat on the HQ rooftop with a carton of fries. This time she had actually bought them herself. Mostly because Dante had protected his dinner like national treasure. The rooftop door opened. Capri didn't turn. **Capri:** "You walk loud for a professional." Dante stepped beside her. **Dante:** "You left your phone downstairs." **Capri:** "No I didn't." He held it up. Capri checked her pockets. Pause. **Capri:** "Planted evidence." **Dante:** "Idiot." **Capri:** "Affectionate idiot?" **Dante:** "No." He leaned against the railing beside her. For a while, neither spoke. Rain tapped softly against metal. Far below, the city buzzed. Capri ate a fry. Then held the carton toward him. Dante took one. Victory. Tiny victory. But still victory. --- The city stretched endlessly below them. Somewhere, Victor Hale was probably screaming at subordinates. Somewhere, Natalia was already turning Capri's disaster into leverage. David was almost certainly writing reports while questioning every life choice that led him here. Alexander was probably amused. Lisette probably already knew tomorrow's consequences. And Capri? Capri was here. Alive. Useful. Wanted. Not in the normal sense. But in the Blue-Lock Lotus sense. The weird criminal family sense. The thought made her uncomfortable. Disgusting. She ate another fry. That usually solved emotions. Usually. **Dante:** "You're quiet." Capri wrinkled her nose. **Capri:** "Don't make it weird." **Dante:** "I didn't." **Capri:** "You noticed. That's weird." **Dante:** "You're usually loud." **Capri:** "Maybe I'm maturing." **Dante:** "No." Capri kicked his shoe. He didn't move. Rude. --- A few minutes passed. Then Capri spoke. **Capri:** "You ever think we're bad people?" Dante watched the skyline. **Dante:** "Yes." Capri waited. **Dante:** "Then I remember most people are worse at it." She laughed. It came out softer than usual. **Capri:** "Nova answer." **Dante:** "Thought so." **Capri:** "Still hate it." --- She swung her legs over the edge. **Capri:** "Today was fun." **Dante:** "It was a disaster." **Capri:** "Fun disaster." **Dante:** "You stole a ring." **Capri:** "Ugly ring." **Dante:** "You assaulted a private security consultant." **Capri:** "Bad vibes." **Dante:** "You accused a broker of harassment." **Capri:** "He deserved worse." **Dante:** "You created an international incident." Capri thought about it. **Capri:** "Okay, that one's kinda funny." Dante sighed. --- **Capri:** "Still got the drive." **Dante:** "You did." **Capri:** "Still got the records." **Dante:** "Yes." **Capri:** "Still got the bartender." **Dante:** "Unfortunately." Capri leaned closer. **Capri:** "So basically, I did amazing." Dante stared at her. A very long stare. Then: **Dante:** "You did fine." Capri froze. That wasn't a Dante sentence. That was almost praise. She slowly turned. **Capri:** "Say that again." **Dante:** "No." **Capri:** "You said I did fine." **Dante:** "I was mistaken." **Capri:** "No takebacks." **Dante:** "Capri." She pointed a fry at him. **Capri:** "You like working with me." **Dante:** "I tolerate you." **Capri:** "You trust me." **Dante:** "Occasionally." **Capri:** "You'd miss me." Instead of answering, Dante took the fry from her fingers and ate it. Capri stared. Horrified. **Capri:** "My fry." **Dante:** "Our fries." For one full second she was speechless. Then she laughed so hard she nearly dropped the entire carton. Dante's mouth twitched. Not a smile. But close. Very close. --- Her phone buzzed. A message. **David:** Do not cause additional incidents tonight. Capri immediately typed back. **Capri:** Define incidents. Three seconds later: **David:** Capri. She showed Dante. **Dante:** "Don't." **Capri:** "I'm gonna." **Dante:** "I know." Capri typed anyway. **Capri:** Love you too, cleanup dad. No response. She imagined David staring at his phone in silent suffering. Beautiful. Her phone buzzed again. **Natalia:** Do not message David. Capri stared at the screen. Then slowly looked up. **Capri:** "How does she know?" **Dante:** "Pattern recognition." **Capri:** "I hate all of you." **Dante:** "No, you don't." Capri looked at him. He offered a hand. **Dante:** "Come on. Food." Capri grabbed it and hopped down. **Capri:** "Your treat?" **Dante:** "No." **Capri:** "My treat?" **Dante:** "No." **Capri:** "Boss's treat?" **Dante:** "No." Capri gasped. **Capri:** "You hate joy." They headed toward the door. Rain kept falling. The city kept lying. Blue-Lock Lotus kept moving. And Capri Lolicia, professional problem, social knife, operational hazard, and part-time fry thief, had survived another day of making everyone else's life harder. Which meant tomorrow? Tomorrow was going to be *heavy*.
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