Private logs, Ciani Rooks. Date 12.8.2012 local time. Audio only.
Things are going well. I think. Need to find something more to occupy my time, or else I might turn to a life of crime just to feel like I'm accomplishing something.
In the background a childs voice can be heard. "HEL! MINE! RAIN! MINE!"
I may also have to find another nanny for Gavino. I am not sure where Hawk has been taking the boy but he has picked up some words in common that are probably not suitable for a young boy.
"MAMMA, MINE!" Ciani's response to the boy is softer as though she's leaning away from the microphone. "No, Gavino, that gun is Daddy's. Later we will show him Hel for leaving it somewhere you could get it though." In a louder voice that is obviously still not meant for the private log. "Amato, schedule a family meeting this afternoon. Word it in a manner that the men realize I will burn their favorite toys if they do not show." A soft feminine voice replies. "Yes, Ciani, shall I specify which toy so they know you mean business?" A pause. "No, let their imagination do the work for us." "Very well, it has been done."
Maledizione. I will continue this entry later. Log off.
Just before the audio shuts down the childs voice can be heard again. "MALEDIZIONEeEee!" Ciani's response gets clipped but the start of it is caught. "Ah Hel."