[Dawn]

Chloe placed an order with the waitress, she was starving before turning her attention back to Zaki, "Not much really up and the kid's doing fine, she's overseas with our Uncle for a bit." she pauses for a moment before turning serious, "I'm up this early cause we need to make plans just in case things turn bad. I am sure you have seen the news the hunters have been airing lately, I don't know about you but I'm not ready to donate my body or organs in the name of Science just yet."

[Espy]

HAYATE

Really, this place needes more hobbyists....Everybody's too concerned about business and crap. Hayate glanced up; apparently he'd missed the "walk" signal. He sprinted hastily towards the opposite sidewalk before the light turned red, and waited to cross to the other corner.

[Straywolf]

Makoto watched the red-haired man cross the street. He was on the corner of the street, right behind her. She turned around, and looked at him from the back. Yeah, it's him. What's up with him? Does he have his head in the clouds or something?

Makoto's finger tapped on the steering wheel, waiting for his next move. She slipped her hand into her pocket and took out her cellphone. She pointed the phone at the man, and snapped a quick picture of him. I'll forward that to my contact later.

[NikkoGallarado]

Zaki looked at the other nodding some as he took a bite of his food. "Well the leader of vampire Skulls came and well scared me some into giving him some info of what I had heard. He wanted to make a truce kind of pack, you talked with him didn't you or did you talk with someone else?" he asked unsure if he was asking the right thing. Moving some things around on the table he moved the notebook over to her. "Here all the info I was able to get so far, it seem they would be doing some kinda check/sweep so I think its safer to stay in doors for a while from the way it sounds."

[Dawn]

Chloe takes the notebook to read what Zaki has written before moving it back across the table to him, "Can't say I have seen any signs of those blood suckers hanging around but than they know how I feel about late night visitors, especially ones who wants more than just coffee with their late night snacks. Through, I had an almost similar conversion with one of the leaders of the Toxic skulls while I was talking to a friend of yours, one of the candy skulls," Chloe leans back, as the waitress set her order down on the table before her, "Sounded similar to this pact that the Vampire skull wanted," she pauses, sprinkling salt over her food before narrowing her eyes, "And you shouldn't let that Vampire skull bully you around so much, any information given out now could be used as a double edge sword if it falls into the wrong hands."

[NikkoGallarado]

"Ummmm Chloe look at me I am kinda not the best at trying to fight something that would be way faster then me and maybe stronger and ummmm could eat me alive." he shuddered some then made a face of ugh. "Yeah I know, I only gave him a little bits that wouldn't get much movement on as you know. Oh you ran into Ashton, so weird I haven't heard from her after we went on our own ways. . .glad to know she is still alive in away." letting out a soft sigh then took a few more bites of his food.

[Dawn]

"Guess you got a good point there, I doubt anyone would want to end up coming vamp poo," Chloe takes a bite of her food and sighs, "I'm getting bad vibes just thinking about what the future is going to hold. If the Vamps and Toxics are both thinking about forming pacts, than for sure the Flame skulls will go for it. Especially after losing one of their bases, you know how hotheaded they can come," she pauses for a second, "Only question I have in mind, if this pact does actually come a reality, would we be for it or against it?" Chloe takes a sip of her drink, "And yes, it was Ashton. She looks like she's doing quite well for herself. She wanted to know about you. I gave her the number to call the flat to contact me if she needed anything. I can always pass your number to her if you want her to contact you, you know I won't give out that information to anyone not in the techs without your permission to do so first."

[Espy]

HAYATE

One step out into the street, Hayate very nearly tripped over his own two feet. They weren't used to his new pair of shoes yet, and he hadn't given much thought to comfort as he grabbed the nearest pair.

Oh well. They'd have to adapt, sooner or later.

Half trying to keep his shoes on, he ran across the street. If he'd remembered correctly, there was a cheap crafts store a few streets down, and hopefully he had enough cash to cover everything he needed to do without getting into even more trouble in one day.

[Straywolf]

...How are you this uncoordinated if you managed to get me in a hold before? Makoto's gaze followed the red-haired man as he ran past her car. Makoto slowly drove away from the curb, and followed the man. She hoped to isolate him from the public, not really wanting to waste ammo on civilians who got in her way.

[Espy]

HAYATE

He walked down a few narrow streets, being careful to not step into the gutters or puddles that dotted the pavement. He was familiar with the place; he was friends with the barber on the corner, had hour-long almost-philosophical conversations with the local general shop owner who treated him like a son, and was so frequent a customer at a nearby restaurant that he had barely just sat down when the chef would be at his table with his favorite soba.

It was his safe haven.

The two bells strung on the barred glass door tinkled as he entered the small shop. He took his usual course towards the spraypaint shelf as the owner glanced at him over the top of his newspaper.

"What brings yeh back so quick?" It had only been a few days since Hayate's last visit.

"Oh. Ahaha. I...er...lost the cans in an accident," Hayate replied, a bit delicately.

The owner chuckled. "I won't be givin' you any discounters, kid. Eve' though yer about all tha' keeps this shop alive."

Hayate smiled. "I have the money, gramps. Don't worry about me. I'm still a bit better off than you are. If it really comes down to it, I'll even buy the things I don't normally need. The shop won't close while I'm around." He finished gathering his supplies from the shelf and turned towards the old man.

A shadow in the doorway caught his attention. Dropping everything he carried, he almost flew over over the counter to wrestle the shopkeeper to the ground.

[Straywolf]

Makoto parked the SUV right in front of the narrow street the red-haired man walked into. She grabbed her MP7 and hopped out of the vehicle. A mob of teenagesrs, and eventually the rest of the crowd, slowly backed away from the armed Hunter. Makoto didn't care.

She walked to the back of the SUV and popped open the trunk. She reached for the hi-tech bow and quiver. The crowd watched her mount the bow onto the magnetic strip on her hip, and the quiver onto her back. While she closed the trunk, she gazed at the nervous crowd, and walked into the narrow street.

Makoto passed by several shops. The street was completely empty. Bells rang a few stores down, giving away her target's location.

She stopped in front of what seemed to be an arts and crafts store. She gently opened the door, and the bells jingled lightly. The door closed behind her, and was greeted by the smell of paint.

Makoto flipped the safety off of the MP7, and cocked the gun. "I know you're in here, boy. Make this easier on me and show yourself. I don't feel like wrecking a store like this just to find one person." She kicked a can of spraypaint, and let it roll to the other side of the room.

[NikkoGallarado]

"Thanks for not sharing it, I knew her long ago I never thought she would ever join a gang but hey new things happen on a daily base that not even we can really know what the future holds for us." he laughed some. "So tell me what do you think we should do now?" he asked his group mate. It wasn't going to be easy and that was the truth but to have everyone work together may be the better of the deal he had seen in long time.

[Dawn]

So far, things had been quiet. Jayden had managed to get around the whole shrine district without much of an incident occurring, listening in to the dispatcher on the radio attached to his belt, he could conclude that there was trouble in other parts of the city.

Before starting his patrol of his usual beat, he leans against the side of one of the buildings and lights a cigarette. He had only taken one puff when the dispatcher that was on duty radioing him.

"Just great," Jayden grumbles plucking the radio from his belt and holding the button down to respond, "Jayden here, over."

Took a moment for the dispatcher to respond, "We just received an alarm coming from the arts and crafts store on." the dispatcher gave him the address of the shop which wasn't too far away from his location.

"Alright, I'll go and check it out, over." Jayden clips the radio back on his belt and with a sigh, stomps the barely smoked cigarette under his boots.

It took about ten minutes, maybe fifteen tops for Jayden to reach the street where the arts and crafts store was located and wanting to check out the situation inside before going in with guns blazing, he glances through the front window, noticing the mess and someone with a gun, searching around the store. Pulling out his revolver, he kicks the door open and cocking the revolver, points it straight at Makoto, "Police. Drop your weapon."

"There's quite a few people we never imagined as kids who would be what they are today. I wouldn't be shocked if Avalon joins one of the gangs when she comes of age." Chloe pauses, her eyes growing a little darker, "In my opinion, you can't start a war without gaining information on your enemy first." she takes a sip of her coffee, "We only have a few bits of information of what the skull hunters are doing, I think any form of action right now would be wrong thing to do. I rather wait till we see what kind of hand the hunters are hoping to play before I lay all my chips down cause one bad move could be the end of the game.."

[Straywolf]

The door behind her flew open and the bells rang loudly. A familiar voice yelled the normal phrase a police officer would yell. Makoto turned her head, and saw Jayden, pointing a revolver at her back. She faced away from Jayden, and eyed the shelves and the hallway to back room of the store."Well. I guess you managed to call the police on me. I never would have thought a member of the Skull Gangs would rely on the police for help. "

She sighed and slowly shook her head. "Jayden, are you going to get in my way, and stop me from doing my job, just like Officer Roland did?" Makoto took a few steps forward and passedby the cashier's counter, stepping over a few cans of spraypaint. She turned around and faced Jayden, and glared at him. With the MP7 still in hand, its sights were now focused on Jayden. "Get out of here. You can clean up whatever's left of the Skull. That is, if he decides to resist arrest."

[Dawn]

Jayden doesn't lower the revolver, after seeing that is was Makoto or the MP7 pointed at him, his expression grim, "I wish I could do that, Makoto but unfortunately I can't. I have to do my job as well, you know. Even if that means I have to get in your way and stop you from doing a job, if your going to go after skulls, do it in the streets where I can turn a blind eye, not in the shops where civilians frequent." he sighs, and lowers the revolver but doesn't turn to exit the shop, "Go and do what you have to do with the skull. And don't compare me with Roland, he would of shot you without asking questions first and you know that."

[Espy]

HAYATE

He gestured silently to the shopkeeper to stay under the counter, then quickly thought through the situation. This...was that Skull Hunter he'd met some time ago. If it weren't for the policeman being in the same room... But if he did try to fight his way out, he would be risking the old man's life, as well as being charged for attacking a Hunter.

She wouldn't do anything too rash while the police was keeping an eye on her, right?

"You think I would be the one to call the police?" He stood slowly, with his hands buried in his pockets. Good. The canisters are still on the counter. Just in case.