Hotel Molliero
June 25, 8:17PM
Antonio held his breath, pretending to be asleep as the Sacuri exited the room. He was in one of the meeting rooms of the floor, adjacent to the large ballroom where the Conference had taken place, and this was where he and others had been spent their time for the past week. He knew they were listening even from outside the room, so he pretended to sleep for a few more minutes, until he heard the steps getting away from the door.
Even then, he kept on pretending for what felt like hours, until he felt safe enough to carry on with what he was going to do. He sat up and used the flashlight on his phone to signal the others to approach. It was dumb luck that Antonio had managed to keep his phone, so he knew who the captors were and what they had done over in the Art Gallery, though cell reception had been blocked by the Carabinieri shortly after, so he was as ignorant of what was happening on the outside as the rest of them. They were nineteen in total, including the Governor of Roccia dell'Est. An older man, he had pretended to have a severe nervous breakdown, to avoid being taken someplace else, whether it was that the Sacuri had taken the Second Councillor and the other Eastern Governors. In reality, he was the exact opposite, and his sharp mind would be very useful in this next stage of the plan.
Sitting in a circle, and speaking in hushed voices, they started discussing what each was supposed to do, going over the various details of their plan, and suggesting possible solutions, so that everything would go perfect. They only had one shot, and failure would probably mean a painful death at the hands of their captors. None of them had any intention of letting that happen. After about an hour, they settled on their plan, and all went to their assigned positions, ready to act as soon as Antonio, their informal leader, gave the signal.
A few seconds after, the screaming began.