"Go with you?" The Chinese-looking girl chanted, spinning around a few times on her heel before stopping, her face right in front of Kenji's and her umbrella behind her back. It might be scary seeing how happy she was. There was absolutely no reason to be happy! In fact there was a lot of reason to be unhappy right now! "Where do you want to take me, officer?" She asked innocently, "I really need to be somewhere~ ...But you want to lock me up?"

When Yoshi approached, the girl's smile faded just a little, but she was still visibly pleased with something. "Am I doing something wrong? Breaking the law~? Is that it? Mmm?" She teased the two, her gaze shifting between Kenji & Yoshi playfully.

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And just as Cronic was thinking about what the successful terrorists would be doing right now, a shadow leapt overhead, the sound of quiet, slow steps emitting from a nearby rooftop. It was all too obvious that it was a ninja, and not just one of those ninja who were paid to express-deliver pizzas. They weren't in a hurry, and they were sure as shit not bothering to help with the fire. Either stupid-ignorant, or terrorist.

"Kei, Arashi, if you're still alive you need to be heading for the secondary rendezvous. The Shinsengumi reacted more quickly than we thought. Meet up in Kabuki district's port, Takahashi-sama will be there with the ship." Shiroko said calmly into her radio. Sounded kind of posh for a ninja, almost like a noble lady. Unfortunately, she didn't bother to check if anyone was listening.

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"Oh look. People running around with swords after a terrorist attack," A voice came from the Shinsengumi squad approaching Humaru, each of them with their katanas drawn. The black-haired man's voice was cold, but he sounded pretty happy about the catch. "Now, what do we do with Joui terrorists? Do we capture them and beat the information out of them, ...or do we just slaughter them on the spot?" He asked.

He was Toushiro Hijikata, the Demon Vice-Chief of the Shinsengumi. "And you... What the hell are you doing here? You don't look like you fit in with these rats." He muttered, tossing his cigarette to the road and stepping on it.