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Kat the Thief: How "Fate" Messes with You by Danielle Keptres Chapter 1 The last screw dropped away from the grate, and the grate slid slowly down, held by a gloved hand, to the top of a stack of boxes. A head popped out of the vent opening now, and slowly looked around. Sliding from the vent, which was just above head level from the floor, the thief got down to the floor with a slick maneuver. The thief flipped forward, similar to doing a somersault, but out of a one and a half foot wide shaft. The thief landed softly like a cat, in a crouched position, in front of the cardboard boxes. Standing up, the thief turned around and replaced the grate onto the vent opening, securing it back into place with a silent power screwdriver. The thief replaced the screwdriver in a pouch. Looking around, the thief stood in a storage closet. The room was about eight feet square. It contained all the standard cleaning supplies, including the same yellow mop bucket on wheels that every single business establishment seemed to own. Japan was no different now, just another part of the world-wide economic and social melting pot. The thief happened to notice a dusty pane of glass propped up against one of the walls of the closet. The thief noticed the reflection now. The thief had a frame that could easily have been that of a young, atheletic teenage boy's, if you were to ignore the fact that the hips and the rear were more akin to a female's. A dark pony-tail hung out behind the thief's head. The thief wore all black, obviously. That was a given for this sort of task. How would you expect a thief to hide in shadows wearing tie-dye? The thief wore a tight pair of pants, with lots of pockets. The belt had pouches all around the thief's waist. On the feet, the thief wore a pair of good boots. The boots were special made though, so as to make as little noise as possible. A long-sleeve shirt, with a mesh vest over that, completed a fairly normal outfit. What kept the thief from walking the streets in that outfit was the fact that the thief wore gloves, and a pair of goggles, that would make Sam Fisher or Solid Snake cringe. "Eat your heart out, boys," the thief thought. This room was on the twenty-third floor of the Oni corporation building, in Tokyo. It was a bit of a climb to make it up to the twenty-third floor, but it had helped that the building adjacent was an apartment complex, and therefore had fire-escapes. The thief had managed to make it up over halfway without actually having to climb. At that floor was where the mid-building air conditioning units were. That also made for easy access through ventilation ducts. The target was two floors up. Unfortunately, the 25th floor was completely secure, and couldn't be entered without a keycard. It was about 1 AM, so there shouldn't be anyone in the building except for the guards. As it was, the thief would have to be wary of lots of cameras. Lots and lots of cameras. There was a way around them though, the thief knew. Across the hall lay the building's network hub. Each floor had a closet near the middle devoted to the building's intranet, each with a server, and an optical connection to the main server. Interstingly enough about the building, though, was that the building's security system, was also connected into the network. While that made it easier to administrate the whole system from anywhere in the building, that also left the system vulnerable. The thief knew this, so the next goal was to make it down a hall that had cameras at both ends, and into the network hub closet on the other side. This required some mad skill, just the kind of skill this thief had. A watch vibrated. The thief looked down at it, thinking, "just on time". Right then, the power switched off in the building. There was about 3 seconds before the generators should kick in, and the cameras would take another 5 seconds for the network connection to re- establish itself. The emergency lights kicked on instantly, bathing the hall in an eerie red glow. The thief was already out the door, and sprinting the 50 yards down the hall. The watch vibrated once, twice, three times. The third time, it didn't stop for two seconds. Then the lights on the cameras switched back on. The thief didn't see it though, because the door slid shut just as they came on. Obviously, the power trick couldn't be used again, or the guards would probably get suspicious. Anyway, it was technically impossible because the power cable in the sewer was now severed, with a dead cat next to it. The thief liked animals, and it hurt to have to do it, but there wasn't much choice. It would look like the cat had chewed through the cable, and short circuited it, when the electricians checked it in the morning. They'd probably just shrug, and forget it. The thief now stood in a larger room, surrounded by racks and racks of blue cabling, and boxes with flashing green lights. The nerves of the building. "The fun thing about nerves," the thief thought, "is that you can send an impulse from one place and make it seem like it came from another." Removing a small palm-top computer from another belt pouch, the thief connected yet another of those blue cables from the palm-top into one of the boxes with the lights. After configuring a few settings, the thief executed a program a friend had written just for this occasion. Whether or not the palm-top had access to the network, it basically tricked the network into thinking it was trusted. This was accomplished by a roundabout hack; don't ask. Nonetheless, it's purpose was to then pretend it was the security server, and tell a few of the cameras to quit sending a signal. It then instantly replaced the signal with split signals of other cameras. Most of the hallways in the building looked the same. The only problem would be if one of the guards happened to patrol down that one hallway, then the eye-in-the-sky guard might notice something was up when he saw the same guard on two monitors. Moving on now, the thief packed the equipment back into a belt pouch. Now, how to get up a floor? Easy. Through the atrium. The thief left the hub room, and went back out into the hallway that had previously been quite dangerous, and walked down it at a leisurely pace. Turning a corner, the thief entered a spacious, open room. Closing a set of glass doors, the thief looked up. The atrium extended for 3 floors down, and 1 floor up. It didn't go through the 25th floor for security reasons, and it stopped at the mid-building lobby on 20. The thief removed a gun from a satchel. The gun was slightly larger than a 9mm pistol, maybe about the size of an extended Desert Eagle, or slightly shorter than an MP-5. Taking a stake that was attached in the middle to a coil of rope, the thief inserted the stake into the barrel of the gun. The thief fired the gun up one floor into the wall on the opposite side of the atrium. The gun made little more than a muffled "poit". Unfortunately, the atrium was so designed that one could not just climb up to the floor directly above, but that the balconies zig-zaged, opposite each other. The thief replaced the gun, and gripped the rope, backing up some before leaping over the railing. From below, all one would have seen was a dark blur move across the open air. The specter that this thief was moved with practiced ease up the wall, almost as if it was as easy as walking on flat ground. The specter climbed quickly over the edge of the balcony, and pulled the rope up. Coiling it back up, the thief walked up to the spike, now firmly imbedded into the oak wall panel. By pressing a button on the side of the spike, the barbs at the end of it released, much like a ratchet releases a bit. The thief had one more floor to make it up, but this specter had one more problem to overcome. This problem involved finding a card key for the door to the 25th floor. The staircases up to that floor were seperate from the normal flights throughout the rest of the building. In fact, the normal flights had no door opening onto the 25th floor. But, the thief, knowing how the security worked, knew that the scientists who worked on this floor had access, and would likely have thier card keys somewhere on this floor. The scientists weren't allowed to carry thier card keys home. "Weird type of security," thought the thief. Walking through a break room that had the smell of stale doughnuts and coffee, the specter noted there were anime posters on the wall. Apparently one of the scientists was a fan of anime. There was a poster of a red-haired, pig- tailed girl. The girl stood next to a panda. "I'll have to watch that one again sometime," the thief thought, smiling. The next room had a set of cubicles, with computer workstations at most of them. At the rear of the room was a glass case, with the keycards sparkling in it. "It can't be this easy," the specter thought, gliding up to the case. Of course, it wasn't that easy. The case was locked, connected to a computer in the cubicle next to it. Apparently this was the department head's desk. The thief also noticed that the head was also the anime lover. The thief turned on the computer, and a window popped up, asking for a password, with a few other buttons. "hah, Windows XP, secure, right..." thought the specter. The thief clicked one of the buttons, labeled password hint. "Too easy," thought the thief. The hint was, "The pig- tailed goddess' true love, reversed". Simple. enaka. Bingo. The glass case slid open. "I always liked Ukyo more," the thief thought. But cursed springs and pandas aside, the thief was doing a job right now. Removing one of the keys, the specter left the office, and started walking towards the stairs up to the 25th floor. The specter halted on a dime, and let a gasp out. The breath turned to vapor, and revealed the red beam about 3 inches from the thief's face. It wasn't cold throughout the rest of the building, but it felt about 40 degrees fahrenheit there. "It must be from the super- conducting experiments they do on the next floor," the thief thought. The thief took out a spray can, and turned it upside down, spraying the hallway full of vapor. The thief saw now the small holes in the wall that the beams came through, right in the trim on the wall. There was two levels of beams, and about 14 sets the length of the hall. One set had a beam neck level, and another knee level. About 3 feet down was another set, this time crossed in an X. They switched like this for the whole length. "Why is it they always set the beams into a similar pattern? It's so cliche," the thief thought. Checking to make sure all the pouches were secure, the thief backed up about 10 feet. Taking a quick breath, and readying for the feat, the thief launched into a beautiful manuever that was used way too many times in movies. "I can do it better," the thief thought. Flipping through the beams, the thief not only exited out the other end having not touched a beam, but managed a double somersault in the air before landing. "That would have been worthy of a try-out for the nationals back in my gymnastics days," the thief thought. Up a staircase, and past a card reader was all that was between the specter and it's prize. The thief crouched like a cat, and pulled the key card out from a pouch. The thief, now calling on a cat's grace, slinked slowly down the hall, and up the staircase. The stairs were supposedly pressure sensitive to anything over 60 lbs. That meant, as long as the thief moved very slowly, and always kept at least 3 limbs supporting weight, the cat would be fine. The cat slinked some more up, step by step. The landing was right there... slow... careful. The thief only weighed 145 pounds, at least since the last time the thief had checked a scale. There. The cat became the thief again. The thief stood up, and used the card key on the slide lock. The electronics beeped, and the green light came on. The thief audibly gave a sigh of relief. Almost there. The thief walked through a large, shadowy room. It held all of the Oni Corporation's little secrets. In glass cases, electro-staticly shielded cases, super-cooled containers, and other technical gadgets, held all kinds of toys that other companies wished they could get thier hands on. "Well," the thief thought, "I'm about to take one of these toys off thier hands. They don't need it anyway." There it sat, in the center of a round chamber off the side of the main room. It didn't look like much, but it would revolutionize many parts of the data processing industry. That meant computers, because that's what computers do. Process data, that is. It was a little cube, about an inch in size, attached to a rod, that extended an inch into an apparatus that looked like 3 cd player laser heads attached to it at perpendicular angles. That's basically how it worked, was with lasers. It was a hard disk, that had the ability to hold about 10 terabytes for every cubic inch of material. It worked on the basis of quantum mechanics for it's storage, so it was a breakthrough in technology. Coupling this with a quantum computer would allow anyone with access to it to solve almost any equation instantly. "Hell," the thief thought,"I even heard it could count all the atoms in the universe in seconds." Basically, this little piece of technology was priceless. And, the problem was, there was someone else holding it. *** The man stood there. He had a fairly built frame, but seemed lithe enough to move it with the grace of a cat, probably nearly as good as I could. Yeah, that's right. I get to narrate my own story now. I'm sorry, but I do get snippy sometimes. Anyway, it will be so much more entertaining this way! It was getting difficult to hold up the suspense in third-person for too much longer! I am the thief. I'll tell you more about myself in a minute. The man who was holding _my_ terabyte harddisk noticed me for the first time. He wasn't wearing a mask, or anything. He had gloves on, and a vest with a lot of pockets. He was dressed, actually, with gear similar to mine, but I noticed differences. His cord wasn't fiber-glass reinforced like I had mine. He didn't have any NV goggles like mine, either. It didn't look like he needed them though. He had grey eyes. If you didn't know, all the world's best snipers have grey eyes. The call them hawk or eagle eyes, or something like that. He smiled. It's a cute smile, if you ask me. It was a smile that said, "thank you for coming, nice meeting you, but I must be going", all without words. He winked, and walked past me. I took off my goggles, and shook my head to let my long hair loose again. My hair was still bound in a ponytail, but it was much more comfortable now that the goggle strap wasn't tugging it out by the roots. He looked at me, over his shoulder. I almost couldn't get the words out, and I didn't want to sound stupid, but I couldn't let him just walk out with my prize! "Hey! You can't just walk out of here with that! It's mine!" (Oh yeah, possesion is 9/10ths of the law. Now I have said something stupid) "Why not? That's what I'm doing right now, isn't it?" "I got here first. That was my prize." "Well, I'm holding it. That makes it mine." (Damn, he's stubborn. Well, I can't say I blame him. I would have said the same thing in his position.) The man continued,"Well, do you want it or not?" I was dumbfounded. He's playing with me. He can't play with me! He's obviously an amatuer! I can't believe this! I'm not normally one to freak out about competition, but this is unbelieveable! And no, I'm not full of myself! I jumped out a grabbed for it. He just held it up, and kept moving it whenever I got near. I couldn't budge him either, if I had wanted to. He was quite well built, cut. Swol. Damn, those pecs... Sorry. He is sexy though. He probably outweighed me by a good 40 pounds, I'd guess. I stopped fighting him for it. I backed up some, and switched into a snake fighting stance. He looked at me, and gave me the smile again. Then, he said,"Well, I'd love to play, but I have a schedule to meet." He dropped his right hand down towards the floor, and a pellet rolled out. I realized what it was just as it struck the ground, and I launched after him. The smoke pellet filled the room almost instantly with a thick, gray cloud, and I grasped through it. He was out of reach already though, and damnit, he could run. I can do the 50- yard dash in 8 seconds. He must be able to do it in 7, because he put ground between me and him. I yelled after him," you moron! The smoke will set off the alarm!" He gave me that same smile again over his shoulder, as he ran down the stairs, and completely ignored the fact that he tripped every single beam. It would take security about 30 seconds to get here, by my reasoning when I had prepared for this. I had that long to be out of the building. The man ran right through the office, vaulting over a cubicle. He kept slowing down slightly, making sure I was still behind him. He was still playing with me. He laughed as he ran. This was a game to him! Now that pissed me off! The nerve! I know I don't act very serious when I work, but he just disrespects the Art! He ran through the break room, and I thought I had him cornered. He'd have to take a second to set up a rope, to get across the atrium, and I'd have him. Well, he didn't even slow. In fact, he sped up. He jumped over the railing, and vaulted about 20 feet across the open air, landing 10 feet lower on the other balcony! Now, that was some Matrix shit. That's not cool. I know I'll regret this, but I sped up as fast as I can too. I jumped just as I enter the balcony, and used the railing as a step before I leapt into the air. I can do all kinds of tumbling tricks, but long and high-jumps were never my thing. I barely made the jump at all. I managed to grab the rail. That hurt like hell, my arms ached, and the muscle in my right arm felt like I pulled it at least, at worst I tore it. He walks to the railing, and looks me in the eye. "God, you are kinda cute when your angry. You are a girl, aren't you? You want a hand?" Well, the nerve! I'm used to that kind of question though, so it doesn't really bug me anymore. The girl question, that is. He reaches out a hand to me, and I grab it. He pulls me up over the railing. "I didn't think you'd actually jump after me." "Well, i wasn't going to let you leave me. The guards are coming, and I don't want you to get caught with my prize." "Okay." He starts walking again now. He looks back at me. "Are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself badly, did you?" "No, I didn't. My right arm hurts a little, but I'll be fine. Oh, and yes, I am a girl." That's not exactly a true statement. I'll get back to you on that one. "I never introduced myself. And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just in the way you move. You move like a cat, but with such power. You move more like a football player, but with amazing graze. I suppose that's an oxymoron, huh?" He laughed at this, and I had to laugh too. "My name's Devon." "Ummm," I had thought about this, but hadn't really had to use it yet. There is a video game I play a lot in my free- time. Guess what? In it, you play a thief. Right up my alley. One of the two main characters is Katrina, or Kat for short. I wish I could be as good as she is. I suppose it's kinda like a Lara Croft thing, the obsession I have for Kat. "...my name is Katrina, but you can call me Kat." "That's a great name, because it matches you perfectly." "Why, thank you, but we need to move. And why, anyway, did you decide to stop and help me?" "I'll tell you in a minute." Just as he finished that sentence, the guards rounded the corner. We took off running down the hallway. I noticed now my knee hurt too. I probably banged it on the balcony wall. Devon dropped another one of his smokebombs. The guards, of course, were shouting for us to stop (like we ever would), and we just ignored them. One of them fired a shot, but the other guard probably stopped him, because that was the only shot he fired. It missed us completely. We got to the end of the hallway. The door opened into a large office, with windows looking out over Tokyo. The guards were right behind us. Devon had that smile on his face still. He looked at me, and said, "Get on my back. Trust me." Oh god. I think I know what he's going to do. Out across the street is a billboard. It's a good 50 feet of open air, and 23 stories down, if he misses. He won't miss though, I know this already, but I'm still scared. I climb onto his back, and use a caribiner to hook myself to his vest. his vest also has climbing webbing incorporated in it, now that I looked close. Devon drew a berretta from a holster on his hip, and ran full speed at the window. He shot it as he ran, and fired the whole clip into it before we reached it. It was already mostly shattered from the gunshots as we hit it. The guards yell and shoot, and bullets are whizzing by, as we soar out into open space. We must soar at least 30 feet, and it feels like a few full minutes. I'm scared to death, I hardly know this man, but I trust him. I don't know why. I didn't notice this at the time, I was too busy being scared. Devon pulled out a grapple hook, and flung it out towards the billboard. It caught, of course, on one of the catwalks they use to change the sign. We swang, and dropped onto the roof of this building. Devon shook the cord, and pulled the grapple back to him. I looked back. Two of the guards just stared out the shattered window. I swore one of them had his jaw hanging about a foot from the rest of his skull. Devon ran to the edge of the roof, and looked over. He ran about 30 feet along the edge, and then jumped over. I just followed. He had dropped onto the fire escape. I ignored the ladder and dropped too. Ten feet won't hurt me. It takes at least 20 to sprain my ankle, 30 and I might break something. I asked him again, as we descended flights,"why did you help me?" "I like you. And this would have been yours if I hadn't got it first." He tapped the backpack where he had placed the tera-disk, probably just prior to pulling me up from the atrium jump. "Why were you there too? It's nearly impossible for us to both try to steal something so secure at the same time!" He just smiled and said one word. "Destiny." *** We reached the bottom of the fire escape, and dropped the last 15 feet or so. Devon turned to face me. "I'm going to hold onto this, because I have plans for it. But, because I like you, I'll give you half of what I make off it when I fence it. Fair?" I think to myself, that's more than fair. That's equal! That's a partner dream! Hell, I'd being willing to work with him again. Just then, I hear the sirens. They are closing fast. "We gotta run, now!" I take off. "Comon!", I yell. He's right behind me already, though. A squad car pulls up behind us, into the alley. It skids to a halt, blocking the far side of the alley behind us. The japanese policeman jumps out and yells at us to halt. We keep running. He threatens to shoot. I don't stop. He shoots. I go down, my left leg crumpling out from under me, and I cry out. Devon whips around, and all in one motion, pops a new clip into his berretta, dives backwards, Max Payne, or Matrix style, and pops 3 shots off. He knocks the gun clear out of the cop's hand, shoots a tire on the car, and shoots the cop in the right arm. He comes back, picks me up, and carries me. I think I blacked out. I have never been shot before. I've never blacked out before, either. *** I wake up, lying in a hospital bed. A nurse is nearby, checking an IV. "Good morning, Miss," the nurse pleasantly begins. She is Japanese, and speaks that language. I'm fairly fluent in it. Actually, I'm from America, but I've lived over here now for nearly 5 years. I learned Japanese before I came here though, mainly from watching a lot of Anime. One of my favorites is Ranma 1/2. Ghost in the Shell, Akira, and Armitage the 3rd, are also in my collection of DVDs at home. I have an apartment in Osaka. I ask what day it is. "It's the 21st of April, Miss. I'm going to need to get some information from you. A man brought you in last night, and you were shot and had lost some blood. He said it was from a gang battle, and you caught a stray bullet." She wouldn't be calling me Miss if they had done a thourough check on me. Actually, I'm genetically male. I still have my male parts, but I also have breasts. B-cups, about. I've been on hormones now for 3 years. I'm no longer functional down there, not that I'd care to be anyway. At least, I don't think they'd have checked down there. For all appearances, I am female. If they did, maybe they don't know what to think, so they're just calling me by what I appear to be. The japanese are real polite about most things, and taboos are a big part of their culture. My right leg ached. I got hit about 6 inches above the knee, in the back. The flesh stopped the bullet, and the flesh will heal. I'll probably be limping for a few weeks though. "Can you get me something to eat please? I'm hungry." "Yes. What is your name, though? The man who brought you disappeared as soon as he explained what had happened." "Danielle." That's the name I had on my liscence, and any other paperwork I had on this persona. I had matching paperwork for Daniel, my male persona. It's nice to have hacker friends willing to help you. Obviously, I'd have to give them Danielle, as they'd assumed I'm female. The nurse left the room, and that left me to my own devices. There was a TV in the room, but I really felt like just lying there and thinking. That's the thing. I'm pretty good at disguises too, and I can easily go back and forth from my male and female personas. Usually, I go by Daniel or Danny during the day, and at night I switch to Danielle or Dani. I'm very lucky that I have a frame that can fit so well for both sexes. I have a 27 waist, 36 hips, and 36 chest. My hips aren't that wide, but I have a big ass, quite a bit of muscle, because of all the running I do. The only part of me that I don't like that much is my shoulders. Their a bit wide, but I dress to accomodate it. I can hide it, or use it to my advantage. I'm bisexual, if you really care to know. I've had stints with a couple straight girls, and a couple lesbians. I've also been with gay men, and straight men. Not meaning I slept with them all! I'm not a slut, you know! It's nice to see life from all angles like that though. I have a much stronger understanding of the world because of it. I weigh about 145 now. I've weighed as much as 165, when I was at the height of my teen years. That was when I could run the mile in 5 1/2 minutes. I lost some weight when I started on hormones, and it helps keep me trim anyway. I have to watch my girlish figure! I stand 6'1" standing up straight, but can fake 5'10" without looking like I'm slouching. Amazon blood, maybe? hehe. I'm quite passable as a girl or a boy. I have high cheekbones, and my jaw is wide at the back, more like a man's, but tapers more like a girl's does. If I go out for the day as Dan, then I just have to dress the part, and make sure to wrap my breasts up. As Danielle, some makeup and more feminine clothes is all it takes. The only problem with the arrangement is my shopping expenses! I try to be stylish whatever I look like! It has to be my artististic sense. I've spent the last couple of years here in Japan sending resumes into the different game companies, like Nintendo, Sega, and Konami. I'm beginning to think about giving up, going back to America to try my luck there. Actually, that's how the thief thing started. I am quite athletic like I said, and I've always climbed things for as long as I remember. I still get called a tomboy when I'm being Danielle. About a year ago, I had run completely out of money. I couldn't really return to the states, and I had no one to ask for money. My father and I haven't spoken for 8 years, and my mother passed away in 2000. I started to just crash at a few of my friends' places after my rent expired. I started going clubbing with them, and spent my nights getting high, and drinking. I promised myself when I was younger that I would never start drinking or doing any kind of drug regularly, including smoking. My father was an alcoholic, and I was afraid of ending up like him. Well, that was just where I was headed. I didn't help much when I got read either. I happened a little more in those days, before I had completely refined my image. Now it rarely happens if ever. That just spurred me to drink more. Anyway, at one of the clubs, I met a woman. She turned out to be the person who would teach me quite a few of my clandestine skills. Actually, she didn't teach me too much. She just forced me to use them, and practice. The woman, her name was Ayami. She was Japanese, of course. I think she had some Australian blood too, because when she spoke english, she had an aussie accent. Ayami was as lithe and graceful as a panther. I think she was about 40 really, but she really looked somewhere between 25 and 30. She had been practicing an art similar to ninjitsu, for the Yakuza bosses. The Yakuza is like the mafia, but in Japan. Basically, they had her do special jobs for them, mainly the "take without anyone knowing" type. And she was quite good at it. Anyway, Ayami took me under her wing. I lived with her for a while, and she taught me everything she knew. She wanted to get out of her line of work, but like the mafia, no one leaves the family, or the Yakuza for that matter. Ayami disappeared on a night about two months ago, and I haven't heard or seen her since. I'm still not sure what happened to her, but I have my suspicions. She did leave a note, so I think she left of her own willpower. She told me not to stay at her apartment, and to leave the city if I could. I did. Actually, I live in Osaka now. I'm just in Tokyo on business, so to speak. If I could, as soon as I can, I mean, I want to become an artist full time, maybe work on games, or just stick to traditional art. They're both fun for me. I did a couple of practice jobs prior to the Oni corp. run. I stole some gems, and a few gold coins out of a jewelry store. It was cake, so I thought I was ready. I planned on fencing the tera-disk for probably close to a quarter million. I figured I'd give most of the money to charity, and live my life out happily. I'd just work to stay busy. I also hoped I'd have the money for the operation. Well, now, I'll have to find this Devon. The nurse walked back in right then. She had a tray, and a clipboard. She set the tray on a cart for me for easy reach, and asked me to fill out the paperwork as soon as I was done eating. I asked when I could leave. She said tonight, if everything was stil fine. That's good. I have to find _him_. As I was filling out the paperwork, the nurse had a that look on her face, as if she meant to ask me something. I wasn't too sure what she wanted, and I was a little afraid I had been caught in one of my quite numerous charades. "How exactly did you get shot?" The nurse asked. A good question. How to explain that? " I was with my boyfriend, and we were driving through a bad section, and I hear a gunshot while we are at a stoplight. I don't remember anything more after that, other than my boyfriend driving real fast. I think I blacked out," I tell her. "Maybe it was gang activity," I add. "Well, a police report will have to be filed. As soon as you finish the paperwork, they'll probably put it through." I filled out the paperwork, and the nurse left. Apparently Devon had taken care of the insurance information. It was a company I didn't know that was listed for my health coverage. I ate some of the food too. The soup was quite good, Miso, but I didn't care for the fish. It seemed not quite fresh. The rice was good for me though, rice has a lot of energy. I looked around the room now. I was in it by myself, thankfully not sharing it with someone else. That would make changing easier. I had a nice view out the window, too. I found my things in one of those clear plastic bags. Apparently Devon had the sense to stow all my things inside my locking backpack. My gun, rope, and more conspicious tools wouldn't be seen by anyone. That backpack I had special made so that I could lock it, and I kept the key for it on my charm bracelet. I also had small hoop earrings, actually I had a couple on each ear, and a black choker I really liked. It was feminine look, but a look badass too. That's what I liked about it. I put all my jewelry back on, and sorted through some of my other stuff. I stripped out of the hospital gown. I still had a pair of black panties on. You couldn't see what's left of my manhood through them, because I had a trick to keep it out of the way. I put a bra on, that I had kept stowed in my pack. I also put my longsleeve black shirt on, but i pulled out a pair of light lavender raver pants. They were a favorite pair of mine. They fit quite well into my pack too. I pulled out my vest, and just turned it inside out, so the dark blue lining would show instead. I took out a brush, and ran it through my hair a few times. My dark sepia hair falls to my shoulders. I had my hair cut short a few times when I was little, but I couldn't stand it. Actually, I cried myself to sleep when it was short. And that was when I was a boy. It does this thing at the tips where it curls out just a little, naturally. It annoyed the hell out of me at first, because i wanted it straight, but I like it now at this length. It's cute too. I don't have any makeup in my bag, so I have to make do without it. I limped over to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. My right arm looks a little red, from my fall last night. Also, I know underneath my pants, my right leg is bandanged up. I think I can walk without making it apparent I'm injured though. It's not too bad, and I have real good pain tolerance. I used to play paintball a few years back. If you've ever played paintball for any length of time, you get used to pain. I look at myself in the mirror. I see a teenage girl, with dark brown hair, and raver gear looking back. It's a cross between some gothic and raver stuff, actually. I have Irish, Scottish, and French blood too. I don't think I had mentioned that yet. The Irish showed some. An Irish lass. Hah. I always had wanted to learn the Irish step dancing when I was little, but I was too afraid to ask. I thought it was just a girl thing, and I thought I'd get in trouble. God, I do look good for my age though. I'm really 23, but most people still think 18 or 19. I don't know if the nurse was just going to let me rest a while, but I have things to do, and have to go. I hobble back into the room, and sling my pack over my back, looking in it to see what kind of yen I have on me. I have about 10000y, which is about $100. That's all I have left to my name. I practice walking around the room a little, trying to look normal. I even swing my hips a little. As long as I walk slow, and don't put all my weight on my right leg, I'm fine. There's a couple of reasons I have to go before the nurse comes back. One, if the police come calling, I'm not too sure I can explain what happened to them and get away with it. Second, I have stuff to do. I leave the room, looking around to make sure the nurse isn't in the hall. I walk to the elevator, being careful not to face the nurse's station. I ride the elevator down to the ground, and walk right out of the hospital, and onto the streets of Tokyo. I have stuff to do today. I glance at my watch. It's a bit before noon, and I have to find a man named Devon.