We join Aemilia, John, and Andy in the catacombs under a church. They're hiding illegal spices.
She stepped to him, lips clenched, fingers drawn into claws. The mirth left his eyes before she could make his eyes leave his head. "Do you really want to know?"
"Don't blame me! He's the bad guy!" To show his sincerity he whapped the back of John's head. "Bad boy! Bad...." slap, "...bad," slap, "...boy."
"Enough already!" John forced himself to his feet. He looked down at Andy's leering face, bathed in light and shadow. "Of course you know this means war."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
This is the calm before (still another) storm.