By the time that anyone could try to keep this quiet, the report of that international business man's son death was out there. Found thrown off a cliff some three miles away.
A card saying the old Latin name that needed an update. Both sides seemed ready to kill each other then.
Dante was just waiting for his services to be enlisted, to be told to transform into a dead person, to find out that the other side did this. Pacing he gave a small glare to the leaders of his fraction.
"Why do I want to do this? We know who killed that man's son. They did," Dante gestured to the other people rudely.