Committing arson was not something you wanted to be associated with, especially when your business involves no authorities knowing who you were. Smelling of gasoline, Atlas decided to walk back to the warehouse. He had several appointments today that he could not afford to miss. Sighing, he navigated the twisting streets and alleyways of the borough. They were unusually quiet. Probably due to the attack. Atlas walked past a small, tidy looking building. Almost walking past it, he turned to face the small brick structure. No doors, no windows. This was a suppliers den, and a poorly made one at that. After spray painting some obscene messages onto the building, he continued on.

Atlas decided it was best to stealth the rest of the way to the warehouse. Walking with a deafening silence, he turned the corner into the alleyway. Christ, the door was open. He heard snippets of conversation, something about a clubhouse. He was prepared to 'disarm' the intruder, readying a knife. He opened the door. Yukako was standing there (What could she want?) and some little girl.

"She part of your entourage?", Atlas asked leaning against the door