Watching the video, her heart began to ache and her chest began to tighten.

She found it harder and harder to breathe the longer she was lingering by Tommy's body. The blood only reminded her of the loss. SHe had no idea what Tommy had done or why those around him in HR were being picked off. They cleared did something they shouldn't have but to be killed? She didn't want to be involved. While Hisano Mikano had every intention of just running away, a chill came over her when the two mysterious men decided to pay her a visit too since she was the last person Tommy had texted. Fuck. Were her parents after? She pulled out her phone, dreading the likelihood that she was already too late.

[i]'Dad, you and mom need to get out now. Go down to Ray's and ask to be hidden somewhere. I can't explain anymore but just go somewhere and stay low! I'll contact you when I know it's safe. Don't trust anyone. If not Ray, find somewhere. I love you both.'[/i]

Sending the text to her father, she picked up the bloodied key and looked it over, frowning. She grabbed a bit of Tommy's suit blazer and used it to wipe the key clean. Stuffing it in her jean pocket, she took a few paces back and eyed his revolver, unsure if she should nick it or not. Her own gun wasn't nearly as good as his but she wasn't fond of carrying two weapons. That would make her look like she was looking for trouble, which she was not. All Hisano wanted was answers. The woman sighed and decided it was better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it.

The last thing she wanted was her final thought to be regretting not taking the damn gun. So Hisano grabbed it and then recalled the other piece of information the video had provided. Fixer's Hope. She hadn't been there before but had heard Tommy mention it once or twice. Hisano headed for the door, giving one final glance over her shoulder. She shook her head, wishing things had gone different. Maybe if she had gotten there sooner, she might have been able to save his life? Hisano headed back along the hallway and back down the steps, her footsteps light.

As soon as she reached the first floor, the tears hit her.

Wiping her eyes with the back of her right hand, Hisano tried to tell herself to keep it together. She couldn't look like she was involved. She knew people were now looking for her and likely her folks by extension. Hisano headed out of the building and headed for the Chinese Quarter, her eyes looking out for anyone who looked threatening. The pink haired woman needed time to find Fixer's Hope. It was a place hidden away, like a hole in the wall. Hisano banged on the door, not in the mood to be coy and polite. Tommy was dead and she expected this place to have a some clue as to what happened and why. She had to wonder if the key unlocked the door but for now she impatiently waited. As she did, she took out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a long drag to try and compile and soothe her nerves.