Kasai had made her way back to the police station, set to fill out her report and get to work on finding a reporter willing to listen to her rather insane story. As she placed the paperwork down on her captain's desk, he turned and looked at her. 

"How did it look out there? Anything big seem to be in the works?" He questioned her. She gave a sigh, the last thing she wanted to do was stick around to entertain his mini-interrogation of her observations. In the end though she remembered to remain respectful and cleared her throat, shaking her head. 

"No sir. Place was pretty quiet, just a few of the regulars mingling about. They didn't even seem to be organizing at the moment, Niko is out there now continuing surveillance." She gave her verbal report and waited for him to dismiss her, which he did after giving a nod and a grunt. 

She gladly and quickly exited his office and grabbed her things to leave for the day. Now she was on another mission: to find a newspaper willing to do an interview and tell their story. That could prove difficult due to the fact that the paper will willingly have to speak against the mayor in a way, make sure the people see his fault in ignoring the severity of the issue. 

Kasai set out with a few news outlets in mind, but she was promptly turned away from each of them before they even heard what she wanted to tell them. After a few arguments and some unkind words, she was back out on the street thinking up a plan B. A tapping on her shoulder made her turn around, a dissatisfied look still donned her face. A thin man with a card in his outstretched hand stood behind her. 

"I recognize you, you're an RCPD officer." Kasai slowly nodded her head, unsure of what that had to do with anything this stranger could want. "I work for the Republic City Times. I saw them turn you away; we don't interview anyone that isn't well-known and promising of a headliner." Kasai was quickly getting annoyed with the man, and went to turn away. 

"No, wait! I know this is all stuff you already know. But here," he handed her the card that was in his hand. "This is someone who can listen to what you have to say. They work independently of the big papers, but they can get your story out for you if that's what you really want." He gave her one more nod and turned to go back to his place of work. 

Kasai looked down at the business card, with nothing else written on it than a phone number. She shoved the card in her pocket and marched down the sidewalk again, frustrated by the numerous rejections she had received so far today. It had been a long day, and she was ready to head home to have a drink and relax. She got in her car and drove to her apartment. 

Once inside, she tossed her keys on the table along with the card while she went to pour a drink. When she returned to sit down on her couch, she stared at the card. Should she even trust the guy? Why did he care enough to even give her a number? And why the hell wasn't there a name to go along with it? She sipped her drink while she pondered the validity of it all, willing her body to relax from the long day. 

When she finally started to relax, she thought of Avani. She wondered when they would see each other again, but she knew better than to be pushy. Avani was the type of woman who would make her presence known when she wanted. For now, she enjoyed the whiskey in her glass and watched the sun set across the harbor.