[h3]Mizushima Natsuko[/h3][sup][Ryuu Motors, Adachi Road, Tokyo's 20th Ward.]
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[hr]It was a fair enough day outside - a high sun slowly drifting towards the western horizon with sparse clouds spread about the blue, with a warm if not slightly hot afternoon high to accompany the cicada's cries. For the two sitting just outside the back door to Ryuu Motors - the poor old thing, clad in rust and labelled "Emergency Exit - will sound alarm": the very same alarm that hasn't been working since it sustained collateral damage in the Owl suppression operation - the warm sunbeams were a little uncomfortable, granted, but a welcome change from the bland interior of the workshop. Natsuko - with her hair in a ponytail, a tanktop that showed the definition about her collarbones and the muscular albeit feminine tone of her arms, with her jumpsuit worn up to the waist before being tied off by the sleeves - sat on an upturned milk crate, leaning casually back against the wall with a smoke-trailing cigarette between the index and middle finger of her right hand. To her left, on the other side of the cheap outdoor table, was a muscular middle-age man sitting on a metal folding chair. A pair of sunken eyes sat between his salt-and-pepper short back-and-sides hair and a well-groomed mustache, surrounded all the while by relatively slightly severe wrinkles; he too had a cigarette between his fingers. A zip-lock bag with sparse bread crumbs atop and an empty container of take-out Chinese food sat on the table between them.

"So how are we going to tackle that Prius?" asks Natsuko, as she lifts her cigarette towards her mouth. Her fingers - recently cleaned, although with oil well-embedded beneath her short fingernails from the days work - puts the cigarettes between her lips, where its tip comes to glow a vague orange. The middle aged man, Yuudai, let out a vague scoff.
"The lady who drives it is too old and too far gone to be driving a stick... she needs an automatic. The boss is going to ask around and see if he can get the gears we're looking for but until then, we'll try to get the Vitz out this afternoon. God knows the old crone can't afford a new gearbox..."
"What's wrong with the Vitz?" asks back Natsuko, before she blows the held back smoke partially out of her nose and partially out of her mouth. 
"Just need to finish off the service. It looks pretty good, actually." he explained, between drags on his cigarette. Natsuko let out a scoff. 
"We'll have it done by two-thirty," she came back. Yuudai let out a vague, affirmative 'hmph'. 

Natsuko reached into her pocket, fishing about for a moment before producing a smartphone. She pressed on the side to bring the screen to life, where she noted the time: 1:24, 6 minutes to go. She thumbed over to the messages application to type: 
"i'm going to get something to eat tonight in 3rd tonight, less people with the flu. u in? there's a race going from 4th to 1st at 23:00 as well if ur down, but i'm sure as hell not going racing into 1st alone - plus PK will b in on it." After adding an irritated emoji to accent the mention of PK, she pressed up at the recipient field to select the familiar name: Ryuu Ouma. With that, she hit send.