[Straywolf]

Makoto looked over the dumpster, and noticed the frustrated woman had walked away. She stood up, and began to rush out of the alleyway. She passed by the construction site and a crumbling theater. Her apartment was only a few blocks away.

Makoto walked up the stairs, and entered her apartment. She dropped her jacket on the floor, and sat down on the single chair in front of all of her equipment. She took off her shirt, and unwrapped the bandage around her body. The wound stopped bleeding, but it still hurt Makoto whenever she moved around. She reached for her first aid kit, took out a bottle of medicine, and squeezed out its contents. She gently rubbed the ointment on her back. "Augh...at least it won't hurt as much anymore."

Makoto put her shirt back on, and resupplied her ammunition. She was one gun short, since she left her MP7 back at ground zero. Shit. I don't have another protective vest, and I don't have my other gun. Makoto cocked her handgun and holstered it.

Makoto stood up, grabbed her jacket, and walked out of her apartment.