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Jaune stepped over the body of a crime lord and approached the table. Roman sauntered alongside him, cocksure in his victory and swaggering with every step. He took a chair, tipped a well-dressed corpse out of it and sat at the head of the table.

"And just like that the biggest criminal families in Vale. Dead."

[...]

"I guess not." Jaune laughed, more at how macabre the situation was than because it was funny. "It's good we didn't lose too many people. Neo did her work keeping the alarm from being raised and the Lumens held their end. How are they?"

"Alive. Their meteoric rise to power didn't go unnoticed and they were invited to the meet." Junior sighed and shot him a look. "Just as you planned. They opened fire from within, killing some of the criminal lords before they could call in reinforcements. From there, this was little more than a formality."

"That's how a proper raid goes."

It was how Charlie did things in the Specialists and that translated. Plan hard, prepare harder and strike fast. By the time the criminal families knew what was hitting them it was much too late. With him and Roman at the head, they didn't stand a chance.

[...]

Roger Lumen, now a respected member of the Council thanks to things going his way, had been summoned to the council. In doing so, revealing the location of the meet to them all. Roger feigned sickness, sending Sebastian, his adopted sun and faunus heir, to take over in his stead.

From there, it had just been a case of moving in, taking care of guards and trusting Neo to prevent any alarm being raised. So paranoid and untrusting, so afraid of being betrayed, each of the criminal families had brought only a skeleton crew of people with them. They'd met under truce and accords agreed long ago.