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A change of clothes? Not unless there was something in the van she had stolen other than the sweater she’d used as a gas mask. They were pretty far away from the area she normally patrolled after all; her normal clothes were stuffed into a public locker miles away from here. “Not nearby, no.”

This woman would just have to deal with her sticky, blood-stained clothes a while longer. Akeno could sympathise; she’d been in a similar position a few nights ago, only without the ability to heal gunshot and knife wounds.

The conversation seemed to have come to an end; there really wasn’t anything else for her to say if this woman couldn’t give her any information and wasn’t willing to talk to anyone else. The only evidence they might have had would have burned up in the building when it was set on fire and the person who had done it was long gone and not likely to return. There was still the address she had gotten from the van, but it was too late to follow-up on that now; what with the parking lot being filled with emergency vehicle and her having no way to extract the van from its midst. Once she was done here she would have to just go back home, walk home at that, and see what tomorrow would bring.

It was… frustrating.

She now knew something big was going on but had no way of dealing with it, no way forward. No clues she could act on, no resources to throw at the issue expect time and her own body. This whole thing had just fallen into her lap but she couldn’t [i]do[/i] anything with it. She didn’t even know where to start.

“What’s your name anyway?” The woman in front of her was the only thing she had to go off of. Even if she didn’t know much she knew more than her; knew enough to target this building even if nothing came of it. Might as well get what information she could out of her.