[Straywolf]

Makoto stopped about two feet away from the man. A faint smile appeared on her face. She slung her MP7 over her shoulder and cautiously approached the man again. She grabbed his shirt collar and jerked him towards her. "If you just left me and that woman alone, you wouldn't have a death label over your head." She took out her knife and prodded the man's stomach with it. "You try to fight back or pull any tricks, I'll cut you open."

Makoto cleared her throat. "Now. Where's your base, boy?"