[Straywolf]

Makoto returned to her apartment, and walked to her dining table. She examined her equipment, and began to think of what to do. I'm dealing with acrobatic gangsters and potentially dangerous police officers too. I don't want to assume the police would attack me, but... Makoto slipped on her tactical vest and began to adjust the straps to make the vest fit perfectly on her upper body.

God dammit! Too tight. She struggled with the straps. Mom, I didn't need these genes, you know. I know you were joking around about the guys in the dojo chasing after me, but...ha ha... Makoto paused, and several tears fell from her eyes. The memory of the fire that killed her family and friends came back to her.

No. This is not the time to remember...this. She wiped her eyes with her jacket sleeve, and put several ammo clips for her handgun and her MP7 into the ammo pouches on the tactical vest. Makoto loaded a clip into the MP7 and slung it over her back.

I'll start at the construction site again. I'll see if I can get a lead.Makoto took a deep breath, and left the apartment again.