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An alarm sounded in a small apartment just outside the city limits. Jane woke as gently as she could have as the sounded invaded her ears, which is to say not gentle at all. Her hand slammed on the snooze button as Jane turned upwards toward the ceiling and opened her eyes. Where am I again? Jane's question was answered by herself as she recapped the events that happened. That's right. I was just moving here for a short time. Jane thought as she gazed upon the boxes that were still left unpacked. 

Some of them had legitimate household supplies but a select few others had...still legitimate but if assembled illicit goods. Those contained her firearms, but disassembled and workable. If that was not enough, she brought a safe to store the parts and ammunition she was able to take in. Truly, Japan's laws were weird to an American like her but what could she do about it? Still, her first priority before moving here was security devices and she already had them installed. No worries about break-ins anytime soon. 

Jane finally got off of the air mattress she was sleeping on and went to the bathroom. Still bits and pieces were needed for the bathroom but she at least got most of the accessories she needed out of the boxes. Jane began taking care of business, as usual from her morning routine. After getting a shower, Jane checked herself in the mirror. What was staring back at her was a woman with relatively short gray hair and brown eyes, the former a little longer than what the regulation length was when she was in the service. It was also her natural hair color, even though she was still young. Jane did not know why she had to be the special snowflake among most of her classmates in high school and her fellow Marines. As it was, most people called her "Ashes" because of her hair. As for the rest, Jane was still fit and healthy physically. Jane decided to stop staring at herself in the mirror and put on the rest of her clothes; jeans, a blue T-shirt, the Kevlar vest she always wore, and her Marine jacket complete with her christian cross, dog tags and boots. Her jacket still bore her name and Sergeant chevrons, of course.

After getting a honey bun and downing some water after a short prayer to thank the Lord for the food, Jane felt the need to go outside and stretch her legs. Jane grabbed her backpack, a token from her Marine days, stuffing her M9 parts, easily assembled, with a few magazines worth of ammunition and putting her combat knife in a bigger part of her jacket, easy to reach to but not making it blatantly obvious that she was armed, and a tool kit. Not only did she know that the town was dangerous by itself, but she just did not trust herself to be ok without a weapon on her just in case events turned south for her. For some reason she felt the need to go in a opposite direction today and so when she exited her apartment and locked the door she went in the direction opposite of where the city center was. She knew there was a nature trail near that area, and so that may be a good place to check out. 

While on her way to the nature trail, Jane spotted a few people going into an office building. She swore a couple of them looked liked they were out for a casual occasion, not a office environment. She knew it was a cold morning but it was not that cold. Still, that was not what ultimately got Jane to stick around the office building for the moment. It was the man that was sitting right across the street from the building. What in the blazes? Jane decided to observe him for a moment. He was...tinkering on something. Was he some kind of hobo? No wait.....that radio. Jane could not put her finger on what the radio's make and model was, but she was very sure that was type of issued in the Corps. That is when Jane decided to approach the hobo, for that was interesting. 

She stopped a few feet from the man, approaching from his side where he could see her. Jane crossed her arms, put a little weight on her right leg in a slight lean, and asked instinctively in English, though she knew Japanese thanks to Rosetta Stone. Technology was wonderful, after all. "That's a Marine Corps radio isn't it? Where did you get that?"
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