[Straywolf]

Makoto lightly rested against the wall. She huffed in frustration, and slammed her fist against a metal drawer. I let that damn boy distract me, and I completely forgot about that woman! I should have killed him when I had the chance!

She dropped her hand, and took out her handgun. She removed the ammo clip, and looked at the remaining bullets. Tch. Six bullets left. Makoto reloaded her handgun and rested her eyes.