Death Wish

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol Garret muttered a curse as she heard a few odd noises creep around the dark desolate room.. She wasn’t one to actually be paranoid about drug smuggling and dealings, but for some reason tonight wasn’t really what she had envisioned as a good night to deal.

She had been packing two guns, one of which was still on her pod about half a mile away from the building, well hidden from onlookers and anyone wanting to catch her. She had been waiting for what felt like hours, but it was probably only minutes.

Pistol kept bouncing on the balls of her feet and glancing down at her watch, the odd silence and odd location causing her instincts to be on hiatus. It was nearing 3 in the morning and her buyers were twenty minutes late. Anyone who dealt, traded, sold, and worked with Pistol knew that she had the ability to be patient for ten minutes. When you weren’t there on time then by God she had no reason to be kind about it, after all it was her life and precious time wasted.

“Damn it.” She said as her eyes scanned the dusty room that looked like it hadn’t been used in at least ten years. She had been in worse places, places that were decrepit, smelly, hazardous to her life…she was used to meeting in odd places so this honestly wasn’t anything new to her. The only thing new to her was the atmosphere and charged energy of the air. She was sure it was just her and how paranoid she was being when she was always professional and always ready for the worst, but this was someone she had done business with many times before.

Pistol glanced around some more seeing nothing out of the ordinary. The moon was shining in through the building where she awaited for her business to arrive. She was severely annoyed at that moment, not only was it late but she was tired as hell and hungry as a horse and honestly not in the mood to be in a dusty building that was making her allergies flare and wait for hours on end to sell some drugs.

She was two seconds away from walking out of the door and heading for her pod to then head back to her shop and home. Screw those who weren’t decent enough to do business on time. If there was anything Pistol had learned in her line of business, as diverse and odd as it was, waiting for more than an hour was almost sure to bring problems whenever it arrived.

“Two minutes and I am gone.” She was talking to herself, too which wasn’t really a good sign. Pistol hated waiting, hated people who weren’t reliable, hated people she couldn’t trust, even more hated getting so mad that she was having to explain the situation to herself. She was tired of walking in circles as well, wondering if she had in fact gone to the correct location. She knew Coruscant like the back of her hand so she was almost positive the person at fault was not her at all. One thing that was going to be her fault, those who were going to be suffering the consequences for standing her up the second they open their pretty eyes. Again and again she kept telling herself she’d give them a few more minutes, but they kept getting drawn out until she had to put her foot down.

“You are gonna pay.” She said to herself as she began to head from the entrance she had found previously. She cradled the precious goods under her arm as she walked towards her exit, her boots crunching glass and other debris. She was going to go home, make a few phone calls, go to sleep, and wake up tomorrow morning with her money and her drugs.

The bottom of her black pants scuffed the rough flooring as she managed to make her way across the room, the only sound being made as from her lungs and from her own movement. But by the time she had made it towards the exit she wasn’t so sure that she was making any noise, she wasn’t sure if she had been stood up, and she was definitely not sure if the other person in the building was even her buyer. One thing that was for certain, Pistol was not going to stick around any longer to figure it out for she wasn’t the one who liked to be shot at.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo Imai was a very laid back man. He had the uncanny ability to wait and wait and wait, until whoever he was waiting on decided it was a good time for them to show up. Sometimes they actually showed up, soemtimes they didn't. It was no skin off his back. He wasn't buying the stuff and had no stake in the matter.

Tonight was no different.

Saburo, or Yuki, as most just called him, was reclined comfortably on an old supposrt beam that had fallen from the ceiling of the old warehouse so long ago the dust was an inch thick. There was a leather bag on the floor, the same make an material as his leather pants and jacket. It was a protective material that looked and felt like leather but helped to protect the body in case of gun fire. The bag held the rather large amount of illegal drugs that he was supposed to be handing off here.

The buyer had yet to show, but Saburo was a patient man, and knew that the buyer had gone through way too much to give up on it now. Although, he did have to admit that there was something off. But with his cigarette to keep him company, he figured he would be all set for another hour or two at least.

A sharp noise from the corner of the room however set his senses on edge. He sat forward quickly, like a bird dog who had spotted its prey. He reached up with one cut off gloved hand and pusehd his sunglasses from his face up onto his head, causing his hair to spray out from it slightly. Saburo flicked the cigarette away from him and stood up, his huge clunky boot making thudding noises on the floor. He walked towards the noise, being sure that he kept his bag in plain sight.

Saburo had good vision for a Japanese man, as most had fairly bad eyesight, but he could see nothing that would have made that type of noise: the sound of a blaster's power pack being discharged. He was on alert now, though he didn't show it, as he knew if anyone could see him and could tell he was watching, they would have the elemnt of surprise.

Backing up and checking his watch, Saburo decided it was time he went back to his contact and told him of the events. It was much too late for him to be doing this and he had an appointment early the next morning for a man who wanted a huge tatoo on his back.

Picking up his bag and putting it over his shoulder, Saburo pushed his glasses back onto his face and began across the room towards a door, flexing his rather stiff shoulders and hoping that he could remember the way out of this desolate, remote area.

And suddenly, he had the feeling as if he were not alone. And with these types of things, Saburo was never wrong. He turned and glanced over his shoulder, seeing nothing but knowing someone was there.

"Come out, come out wherever you are..." he purred in Japanese, his voice barely audible to even himself.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol clenched her jaw as she stopped a few feet shy of exiting, realizing that this wasn't the same way she had come in considering the door had been blocked off by a few heavy objects. She slit her eyes and slowly moved and turned her back to the door, slightly croaching forward to take a peek in the many shapes and shadows the room had casted. She wasn't one who enjoyed getting shot at, sure, but it wasn't to say she didn't enjoy being the one shooting.

She bit her lower lip and slowly bent down, knowing in desolate areas at such a late hour caused things to echo and sound to increase. She kept her eyes open and her ears perked and her senses alert as she felt the gun un her black boot. She pulled it out slowly, her ice blue eyes finding nothing but more shadows, dusty rafters, dead bugs, stagnant air. She stood up with her gun held in her right hand, ready to shoot anyone she did not know, or did not trust.

Pistol began to move towards another way, ignorance finally catching her for she had no clue which was she came in, although she was pretty sure it had been the door behind her. Pistol kept gnawing on her lip for it helped her think, but she didn't even need half a brain to understand that she was not alone, and that they were not of the same race. She grinned when she caught something in her eyesight. A body moving in between a few fallen rafters. Was this her buyer? There was only one way to be sure.

She slowly moved in the shadows, sliding in rafters that were a tight squeeze, giving her a shortcut to the man who wandered around as if he, too, were looking for someone. She pulled the gun up as she grew near and by the time she was merely inches from him she pointed the gun at the back of his neck, holding her bag with her left. If this was her guy then he'd know she was coming, but if it wasn't he'd be of no service.

"Schnell erklären Sie mir Ihren Namen!" She ordered for the man to give her his name, quickly as well. But the second the words escaped her mouth a fire rang out and echoed loudly in the empty space. She jerked and ducked, wondering who the hell just shot at her and where the hell it came from.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo had known it all along. Or more like, the last five minutes. But either way, he had guessed it was a set up and as soon as someone shot at he and the woman who had been behind him, it was completely apparant.

Taking a deep breath and ducking another shot he did an about face and saw the woman who had just had a gun to his neck. He raised his sunglasses, gave her a smile and a wink before, pulling out the two automatic blasters he had hidden in his jacket and pointing them at the bag he had been carrying it. He fired at it, ripping the bag and its contents, letting them spill over the floor. Just as he had intended this brought more fire from the shadows.

"Watashitachi wokorerano gemu notameno sukoshi furui kangae naika?" he shouted into the shadows, almost completely posotive he knew who at least was shooting at him. Several more shots ripped through the darkness at him, and he jumped back, running into the woman who had pressed a gun to his neck a moment ago. He tumbled over her slightly before hearing several clicks of blasters being loaded. They were both surrounded. He sighed loud and heavily and annoyed. He looked at the woman.

"Unless you are with them, then I suggest that you join me back here," he said with a slight smile. He jumped over a large beam and took cover there just as heavy fire began, not just at them but in al different directions. They were just shooting at he and the woman. If Saburo guessed correctly, it was possible they had been bait for two rival gangs so they could have a terf war. He could have judged wrong though.

"Ugh...arigatou..." he muttered to the darkness, knowing that he's never get home now.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol watched the man move around quickly, firing as well and screaming in some language she did not understand. When he had spoken to her in English she was surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. She could've sworn this person was her enemy, matter of fact almost anyone she didn't know she considered her enemy during little jobs like these.

"Damn it!" She said loudly as she ended up ducking behind the same object the man had seemingly jumped behind. The sound of guns blaring made her wonder why the hell she even worked with the German gangs anymore, all they enjoyed doing was getting drunk, having sex, and killing people. Unlike her, some would consider that the dream life.

"Wer sind Sie?"She asked, still not trusting him as she held the gun at him while staying low and out of harms way. Screw getting shot at! Pistol had to switch her brain over to English considering she didn't think this man knew much German. "Who are you?"

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo ducked a little more as a shot ricocheted off of their beam. He was in a crouching position his guns resting on his knees. He looked over at the woman when she spoke to him forst in German, then in English. He pushed his glasses up on his head and glared at her.

"You are being shot at, by people we can't see, a man has just saved your hide, and you want to know who I am?" he asked, his Japanese accent heavy, but his voice monotone. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Do you really think I would tell you?" he paused a moment to duck another bullet. He winked at her. "Sorry, Josei. That's not the way things are done."

He raised up on his knees, and shot over thier beam and grinned wide when he heard the choking and thudding sound of someone getting shot and falling from somewhere. He slid back behind the beam, laughing, his morbid fascination with death rearing its ugly head. He shook his head and relaoded his gun. He glanced at the woman.

"Look, Josei, if you aren't going to use the guns God gave you, then how bout looking for a way out. I don't know about you, but I sure as hell am not spending the night in this hellhole," he called over the firing blasters and angered shouts.

[Asher Perez]

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[Pistol Garret]

Pistol glared at the man surprised that he actually did have a point, but then again it was obvious he wasn't heavily involved with some of the biggest gangs ever created in the galaxy. She was in over her head when it came to who she worked for, certain peolple would love to know where she was and would love to see her dead. This man was, at that exact moment in time, her link to either certain death or savior.

"You save me?" She let out a laugh as she cocked her eyebrow loving that idea. She shook her head and tried to make the best of the situation, after all it had happened to her before with a few rival gangs.

Pistol bit the bullet, no pun intended, and stood up and began to shoot at a few people in the shadows, tracing where the gunfire was coming from in her mind and quickly taking aim and shooting, hearing nothing but a solid thud on the ground. She ducked a few times by the gunfire but was quick to show them she didn't like being shot at by returning the favor and hitting a few people.

Pistol, as she stood next to the man firing his weapon, bit her lower lip as she continued to shoot, hearing people screaming orders. She wasn't sure if it was in English or some other language, all she knew was there were too many people and too many guns. The longer they stuck around, the harder it would be for them to make it out alive. She was shooting out of instinct and shooting because it gave her this sick sadistic pleasure to hear people gurgle and die. She was also checking places to where they could manage to get out of there alive. She wasn't exactly sure which way she had came and how she managed to get behind a certain beam, but she was more than willing to try and sneak around to find that exit she had been looking for in the first place.

"Sweetheart, don't get your panties in a wad." She said in reply to his deman to either shoot or find an escape, it was his good fortune she was willing to do both.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo looked over at her and cocked his head. He did not know all of the English sayings yet, and so this one was new to him. Rolling his eyes at her, he looked into the shadows over the beam they were hiding behind to see who the hell was shooting around. He could see a body moving closer to them and he squinted to see who it was. He could tell that they were Asian, like himself, and he was pretty sure they were from the gang that had recruited him to do this stupid job. He growled over the beam and reached over, shooting at the man. He missed--only by a little--but it got the man's attention. He dived behind a wreck of old wall. Saburo laughed out loud and his voice echoed throughout the old warehouse.

"Surukotowo kokoromi teirudearu nani! Watashi hakono shigoto notameno watashi wo yatotta kotowo kangae ta. Roba, tadashiku shitte irusorewodearuka!?" he yelled. The man reached over at shot back at him.

"Hijouni no baka okashii. Chuui wo shiharatta ra, tabun kono rai wo miyo u. Shikashi Imai Saburo ha karejishin no omote men wo sugi te nande mo miru kotogadekinai!" the man yelled back at him. Saburo rolled his eyes and ducked behind the beam, reloading his gun and glancing over the beam.

"Hai. Monoha nande mo, ee!" he said, moving over the beam and shooting over at the man again, before ducking behind again and looking around for a way out. He muttered to himself angrily, before looking at his German "friend". He wondered breifly who she was before shedding his long jacket to his wife beat and getting on his stomach and sliding across to the wall across from him, touching to wall to see how thin it was. If it was thin enough he might be able to attach his extra energy pack and shoot through.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol shot at a few men in the distance, shrouded in secrecy by the darkness. She watched a few men fall and she was almost positive she was shooting her own men who she had worked close with before. She growled as she saw a man shoot in her direction. She ducked and pulled out another gun hidden in the waist of her pants. She jumped back up and shot her two guns at the same time.

"Bastard, töte ich Sie allen!" She screamed loudly in German and jumped over a beam and walked into the line of fire continuously shooting people in all directions, feeling the air of bullets whiz by her since she knew her gang used true hand guns instead of modern day blasters. But that wasn't to say they didn't come prepared. She heard a few charging their blasters and she quickly ducked behind a crate, hearing them aim and shoot.

"I'll kill you all!" She screamed again, loudly as she jumped up and shot a few more people. She ran across the room to where she had been before she had snuck up behind the Asian man. She shot the gun in her right hand at a man trying his best to sneak up behind her. She didn't flinch or even pay attention to him as the body fell limp to the floor, her eyes were too concerned with the man she left behind.

"Hey!" She screamed over the loud noise of screams and gunfire. "Where'd you go, sweetheart?"

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo glanced over his shoulder at the woman, his immediate reaction to spit something out in Japanese at her. As his English was still not so good, he had to think about what he was going to say before he said it.

He crawled into a crouching position, attaching the energy pack to his gun and slid back across the floor, glancing over at the woman as she shot around at those in the shadows. He twitched and eyebrow, and looked back at the wall. He leveled his gun at it and could still see the woman out the corner of his eye.

"Well, lover," he said, having to yell over the gunfire. "My hover bike is right outside this wall and if I can get through it, then we hae a quick ticket out of this place..." he paused a moment. Then he glanced over. "Unless you'd prefer to find your own way out to your own vehicle."

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol bit her lower lip and looked out the window seeing it had been blocked with something on the outside. She muttered a curse and kicked the dead body nearby just for the hell of it. She wasn't enjoying being shot at, but if it meant she'd have more opportunities to kill German bastards then she was happy as a kitten.

"Sweetheart," She called back. "It seems like my exit is truly blocked. You get me out of here and you will be rewarded greatfully." She knew this meant she'd have to run back across the room, duck behind the crate, shoot more pricks, dodge bullets and blaster fire, find her sweetheart, pray to God he could get out, get on his pod and go to safety. How hard could that be?

"Damn." She said to herself as she began to make her way back, feeling a bullet whiz by and take a nice hunk of flesh as it went. She squealed lightly, it being a high pitched 'ow' that was tainted with a deep accent. She never could say that word right. She sat on the ground and glanced at her right arm, seeing her white skin being tainted quickly by red. She hissed and jammed her left elbow into the crate, letting out her aggression.

After a moment she picked herself up and ran towards his direction, stopping to shoot at a man who she sadly missed. She jumped onto a rafter then fell quickly to the ground, coughing slightly as her eyes ran around the floor till she spotted her man. He better get her out alive.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo shook his head. He didn't really care what did after he got her out, but he didn't want her money, or anything else she could give him. Right now, he just wanted to get to his home and he wanted to sleep and he wanted to smoke. What was the likely hood these guys were going to let them go easy?

"Ana no hi!" he shouted joyfully as he charged his gun to its maximum and let her rip. The automatic weapons blasts plowed into the old wall, causing it to explode outwards and blow chunks of wall dust all over him, causing his black hair to look white, his clothes to look grey. But he had a hole in wall, and that had been what he had been aiming at. He got bak into a crouching position and chucked the burnt energy pack away from him. He looked over his shoulder for the German girl, glancing over the movement and whizzing bullets. He spotted her through the dust and chaos. He blinked some dust from his eyes and headed for the wall. He turned back to her when he was there, as he crouched out of the line of fire.

"Here's where we take our leave!" he yelled over the firing at her. He looked at his hover bike and smiled. "I'll get her fired up and you just make it to the damn hole! And don't die on me!" he called sarcastically before slipping out the hole and sprinting for his hover bike.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol grinned as she watched him run off. She stood and ran towards the new hole he had made but not as easy as she had hoped. A man jumped in front of the new hole. She immediately raised her eyes up, her forehead wrinkling as she did so. The towering object was dark and again shrouded in shadows.

"Pistol, you are no longer needed." His thick German accent was hard to place, but she was sure if she saw his face she'd know him. She stood up and saw he held a very long barreled gun and it was pointed directly at her chest.

"Neither are you." She said in a clenched jaw, as she kicked him square in the nuts. She watched him lean forward in pain and she kicked him with her steel toed boot in the chin and watched him fall onto his back, a cloud of dust escaping under his heavy body. She shot him twice and grabbed his gun and crawled out of the hole and jogged towards where she had seen the man run off to. It would have been her luck if he'd left her there.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo revved the engine loudly as he leaned forward on the antique motorcycle style hover bike. He put on the gas and spun it around speeding to where he saw the woman looking about. He didn't want to have to stop, as he could see people coming out the back and through the hold he had made. He clenched his jaw as he sped towards her.

He jerked the bike around, spinning around her, the hover field kicking up an absurd amount of dust. He reached out to the woman and grabbed her arm, pulling here onto the bike with him, as he scooted forward--the seat not made for two--and opened her up.

The speeder bike ripped over the dust a cloud being kicked up behind them, clouding the view of where they had gone to the people who had been back there. Though when he looked back over his shoulder, he saw no one following them. He had figured they had just been pawns in a bigger game. He slowed slightly so that the roar of the engine did not take out thier ear drums, but he wasn't going to stop. Not even close. He had a ship to get to.

But he also had a 'companion' to take care of. He glanced over his shoulder at her. Being this close to her, he just realized how pretty she was. She put him in mind of a gang leader he had met one time. Chuckling at that thought, he turned almost fully so that he could look at her, only looking away once in awhile to look where he was going.

"Where are you going, and do you want me to take you there?"

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol flipped her head and moved her hair out of her eyes from the wind that lapped around them. She had never been this close to someone in a long time and it was almost like being hime again to feel the body heat resonating from the man in front of her.

He had moves that she would kill for, she had never been picked up like that before and it was quite entertaining for her. "What a way to pick up a lady!" She joked as she gave him a crooked grin, hoping he wouldn't mind her humor. She let out a sigh as she slit her eyes against the wind.

"Take me to my apartment on the far East side. I live in the SOVIET District above my shop. Pistol City, you cannot miss it, sweetheart."

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo cocked an eyebrow. Had she said Pistol City? Surely his English was not that bad. He had driven by there several times. His tatoo parlor in fact was just beyond the SOVIET District's line in the THAI District. He put his tongue on his bottome lip and laughed slightly as he turned his bike and picked up the speed a little.

"No more sweetheart," he said, just now realizing that she had been calling his that all evening and how much it actually sounded funny. "Everyone calls me Imai, or Yuki. Whichever you prefer..." he paused. "Far East side? Pistol City. I have driven by there several times. I know Nicolai Stovanich, he works the bar near there."

He paused a little as he sped his bike, taking one hand off the steering and patting his pants, looking for his sunglasses. When he didn't find them he clamped his teeth together hard and shook his head. Then he looked around him, forgetting where he was gooing and seeing he was going down the wrong street.

"Kusso..." he muttered, turning the bike around and speeding back onto the right road. He was waiting to get out of the NIHONGO District and into the SOVIET District. He could see the Russian signs ahead of him and glanced down a street as they passed it, seeing the sign for his tattoo parlor lit up. He jabbed a thumb down the road.

"That's my place down there," he said, then he glanced over his shoulder and winked at her. "I guess we have been closer than we thought." He stomped on the gas and the bike sped up the road and around a corner, where he stopped at her shop, Pistol City.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol grinned when she felt herself jerk forward from the hard stop. She slowly slid off the bike, not honestly meaning for her body to rub up his back as awkward as it had. She was holding onto his right shoulder when she hopped off and she smiled.

"I've been by your place as well, just haven't been drunk enough to enter it!" She let her hand fall down his arm and then to her side. She bit her lip when she glanced up and down the empty streets, knowing that the nightlife wasn't really happening on her side of the street.

"Thanks for the wild ride, Yuki. Hope to do it again sometime." She winked and backed away from him and nodded her chin at her shop. "I owe you thanks, please stop by and pick up a weapon of your choice." Or me. She smiled to herself and mentally rolled her eyes. It had been far too long since she had such excitement in her life. She needed more random things like this in her life.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo rolled his shoulders after she had gotten off and laughed to himself. Oh, the bad things he could have said, and/or done. However, he held his tongue and his hormones and just looked over his shoulder at her. He smiled at her then winked and revved his engine waiting for it to wake back up after being idle for a moment or two.

He didn't know the woman, not really. She was obviously in some kind of business that was similar to his. Otherwise, they would not have been in that warehouse together, and not running for thier lives on his hover bike either. That intrigued him. He rarely found a girl who was as smart alecked as she seemed to be. He was definately going to be passing by here more often now. He saluted her and nodded.

"You ever want to look me, the name's Saburo. Far East Tattoos. Ask anybody, babe. They'll know me. Sayounara!" he called as he spun the bike, dust kicking up around him again and he sped off in the direction of his parlor and his apartment, his mind straying finally from the beautiful woman to going home, having a good smoke, and getting to bed.

This had definately been one of those days.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol turned and smiled to herself, Yuki had given her the best impression of her life. He reminded her of a wild man who liked to kick butt in leather. And she couldn't begin to think of how she loved the way he looked when shoot his gun. As sadistic as it was she found nothing hotter than a man firing a deadly weapon, hell he even had a kick <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont> bike and job...although she was sure he did more than his tattoo parlor.

"Saburo, Saburo." She said his name to herself as she grabbed her keys that were hidden under a brick that slid out of the wall. She unlocked her shop and walked in, enjoying the smell of leather, silver, grease, and sweat. It was her home, her shop, her life. She allowed the night lights to point her in the direction of the stairs behind decorative beading hanging from a bare doorframe behind her showcase counter. She walked up the long steps to her thick metal door that had 'ENTER AT RISK' in three different languages. Anyone who saw that sign should know she was willing to kill them if they meant her harm. But nobody had walked through that door besides her in a long time, welll anyone threatening.

"Some how that might change." She said to herself as she walked through the door and into her tiny apartment, the smell of cinnamon heightening her senses. She was gonna grab some hot chocolate, lay on her bed, blare some music, and check out about that tattoo parlor.

[Saburo Imai]

When Saburo awoke, not exactly the next morning but much later that night, 3:00 to be precise, he awoke to the sound of somone pounding on his tattoo parlor door. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes before sitting up on the cot he had set up in the back room of the parlor. The back room that was his room. His home. Had been for two years.

He got up and opened the door, looking through the tattoo booths and to the front door. Through the Japanese, Chinese, and Thai characters on the window, he saw a friend of his from down the road glaring into the shop, pointing at his watch. Saburo had no idea why he was here at three o'clock in the morning making gestures to his watch and banging on his door.

Making his way through the shop, he unlocked the door and peered out at the man, who raised an eyebrow accusingly.

"Li. What the hell are you doing here? Your tattoo appointment isn't until ten o'clock. Its three. You do realize that right?" he said in Chinese. The man sighed, annoyed.

"Your drop, idiot! Your drop! How did it go?" he asked. Saburo's mouth dropped open. He shook his head. Then he sighed.

"Well, I got shot at, almost killed, and barely got some contact with a hot German chick. Or...Russian. One of the two," he waved his hands. "Li, come back tomorrow when I actually have some sense about me. I am not doing this at three o'clock in the morning." Saburo began to shut the door, but the man, smacked his hand against it. "Li...?"

"I just thought you should know. I believe someone followed you in here, or were waiting for you. Saw 'em hovering around the girl's place. Dunno if they will do anything this evening, but I would be looking out for them to at least come and mess up your store if not try something else," the man said. Saburo sighed heavily.

Shutting his door he shook his head and went back to his room in the back. For a moment, he considered going to back to bed, but out of curiosity, he moved the shades on his window. He had a clear vision of the street on which Pistol City was located. Seeing nothing, he figured the man must have been overreacting. But when he laid down, he could not sleep. So, he fired up a cigarette, and hoped it would help him sleep.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol groaned as she tossed onto her side, the side of her face smushed from the mound of pillows. She glared out the window that she had left open for some ungodly reason. She normally shut her windows before going out or sleeping since she had had a few problems a few months ago. Punks coming in her place and jacking some nice weapons and hitting the jackpot with her illegal drugs in the basement of the building. She, of course, was not going to call authorities for her freedom was important to her.

"Damn." She moaned again as she tried to close her eyes but unable to keep her mind at rest. She was thinking of the pain in her arm, trying to think of who would want her dead in the German gang, why her window was open, why she couldn't stop thinking about that guy Yuki, or Imai, or Saburo whichever it was. She sighed out, agitated and rolled onto her back and wondered if she had any good alcohol to give her a nightcap, but she doubted it since she ate out more than in.

Pistol closed her heavy eyelids and began to drift off again, surprisingly, but when she heard a loud thud she opened her eyes and slowly sat up, her heart pounding lively. She held her breath for a moment as she glanced at the window, watching hte open blinds shift in the wind. She heard some more noise and slowly she moved out of the bed. She glanced at her door and bent on the floor and put her hand under the mattress and grabbed her handheld gun an stood back up, not caring that she was in her underwear.

Who the hell was in her house?

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo had been too bothered by this whole thing. He couldn't get back to sleep after Li had come to his door. So, naturally, even with all his cursing, he had gotten up, thrown on a pair of jeans and a wife beater and hopped on his bike riding slowly through the street, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

He was in front of her shop now and had noticed from his window back at his place that the back window was open. That was either a bad decision on her part, or a bad sign all together. He peered inside the window, taking a drag from his cigarette before flicking it away from him and getting the hand held blaster from his boot and going to the door. He had a bad feeling about what was about to go down.

When he got to the door of the shop and door swung loosely open. It had been unlocked with a laser tool, that usually only amatuers used. But it had still gotten him in without setting off alarms. Saburo stepped slowly inside, raising the gun up. He figured if he didn't want the woman to shoot him if she came down, he ought to have called out for her.

"Hey...kiddo!" he called, looking at the stairs upwards and still keeping an eye on the rest of the shop. "You in here, Moscow?" he hoped she heard him and recognized his voice. "I uh...got a tip...saw you're window open, thought I'd come check make sure you were still breathing..." he paused when he heard a slight noise. "Hey, Moscow! You hear me, girl?"

[Pistol Garret]

"Boo." She said in a breathy reply. She dropped her gun on the floor and leaned back on the showcase, closing her eyes for a moment allowing her mind to process that he was no threat to her life. Slowly she opened her eyes and glanced up at the man who just saved her life, twice. She wasn't really willing to move by herself, she was just hoping he'd help her up to her apartment and get to work on stitching herself up. She shifted trying to get comfortable, but the pain in her left side was far too great.

"I got shot, damn it." She hit the showcase's solid wall with her elbow since it was the only way she could let out aression from the pain. "This damn Chink, no offense Sweetheart, came into my apartment and we had a nice little showdown." Pistol grimaced as she shifted to get comfortable, but it was to no avail.

"He shot at me a few times and missed. We ran down the stairs and I got him good in his legs, but before he ran out the front door...bastard has good aim." She sighed out and glanced down at her side that was painted red as well as her naked legs and hands.

"Ah damn, this is never going to wash out of my shirt." She groaned and leaned her head back on the showcase and shook her head moving her eyes up to him. "How the hell did you figure something was wrong here, Hero?"

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo studied the wound on her side, ignoring her derogatory term for it wasn't even used for his race anyhow. He slowly slid his gun down into his clunky boot and continued to watch the blood stain her clothing. It was probably not a life threatening injury although he wasn't going to let her stand there in pain. That was just uncivilized. He shrugged as he reached over and slid an arm around her waist, putting her free arm around his shoulders.

"Friend of mine said he spotted someone around your place. When I looked out my back window there down the way, your window was open. Anyone dumb enough to do that around here would have only done it in the daytime. I didn't think you were dumb and certainly didn't peg you for the type to let your guards down so easily, so..." his words trailed off as he mounted the stairs, helping her along to what he was hoping to be her bedroom up the staircase. When they did in fact arrive at a bedroom, he was glad to see that the place was relativly unharmed, though there were a few things wrecked and broken about the place, blaster burns marking a few places on the wall.

He moved her towards her bed, lying her down on it. When he rose back up, he wiped some of her blood off of his hands to get out his comlink. He glanced back down at the woman.

"I imagine you wouldn't want any official physicians down here, so I am going to get a contact from up in the TAINAN District. He's real good, but doesn't speak much English, so I'll have to stick around and be your translator," he said. This felt like just another day on the job for some reason. Except for the fact that this will have been the second time he had saved her life, and she was beautiful. He glanced down at her. "Okay with you, Moscow?"

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol cursed lively in her mind, unable to actually put it out into words for the pain made her feel so alive. She hated pain, hated it in the worst way. Now she knew exactly why she hated being shot at so much. She was glad for his assistance, again, and she was going to have to give him money or a weapon or something to repay him for his kindness, although she wondered if he even cared. Why wouldn't he have? He obviously wanted to see if she was okay, that was caring right?

"Get me out of pain and stitch me up...that sounds like a good plan to me, sweetheart." She remembered the moment it escaped her mouth that he had not been fond of her word of choice to call people, but she was enjoying having him call her Moscow, it sounded adorable when it came out of his mouth slightly distorted by a heavy Asian accent.

"I mean, Yuki." She bit her lower lip and was about to bring her hands to wipe off the sweat on her brow, but stopped when she saw the blood. She looked down at her thin spaghetti strap shirt and the high cut panties and saw the only clean place and quickly wiped it away, the only red remaining was dried blood. She wiped her brow and could smell the bitterness of the liquid. She sighed out and tried to bare through the pain, after all she wasn't one to cry and she wasn't a wuss.

"Thank you, again."

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo waved his hand in front of his nose as he dialed the number into his comlink and raised it to his face, turning away from the woman to speak into the comlink. He heard a gentle click sound as someone answered. Then a sleepy voice came onto the phone.

"Hello?" said a voice in Taiwanese. Saburo glanced back at the woman, judging her wounds again before speaking into the comlink in Taiwanese.

"Hi, Xiao? Its Yuki. I have a girl here who need your help. I don't want any questions and no reporting, you know the drill," he said, quickly, turning back away from the woman. He heard a sigh on the other end.

"Yeah, yeah, Yuki. I get it. Where are you?" he asked. Saburo licked his bottom lip, glancing around him, trying to see what the other man would see coming to this place. He scratched his neck.

"Far East side. Just down the way from my tattoo place. Its a little shop called Pistol City . Shouldn't take you long to get here. Gotta go... Bai-bai," he said into the comlink quickly before tossing it onto the bed and turning back to the girl.

"He's on his way, Moscow..." he said, quietly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and keeping his eyes trained on her, waiting for signs of her passing out.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol wondered all of a sudden if he even wanted to be there. She was biting back the urge to tell him to just go away if it was too big of a hassle, but she refrained.

"Good, the sooner he gets here the better I will feel." She shifted on her bed and wondered if she should get off so she wouldn't bleed on her good sheets. She moved and groaned, damn people who the hell was shooting at her?

"Do you know anyone who has a problem with Russian's?" If she couldn't think of anyone perhaps he could, afterall they did look like Yuki's nationality whatever that might have been.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo had been waiting for this question to come up. It was too bad that he knew the exact answer to it. He reached behind him and rubbed his neck, shaking his head slightly, before glancing up at the ceiling. He squinted one eye before answering.

"Actually, if I were going to tell you the entire truth, Moscow, it would be that yes, I know exactly who has a problems with the Russians..." he paused a moment before continuing. "I am...or really was the drug runner, transporter, organizer for a gang called Tsuchi Iou. I know for a fact that the head gang members had a hair caught crossways about something that had happened before I was hired. I don't know much about it, but I know that I organized some sort of terf war between Tsuchi Iou and a Russian gang..." he paused again. "Why they were after me, I have yet to figure out."

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol sighed out loudly, the pain becoming unbarable. She needed something and fast. She could ask Yuki to run into the basement and get some of her stash that she kept for back up, which she hardly ever touched, but she didn't want to give him a bad impression, not that his line of work was admirative either.

"At least you are honest. There have been many people hating the Russian's, most of them pointing to me for something I did a long time ago. But tonight, when I first met you, I was selling drugs to a few German guys. That was why I was speaking German to you." She frowned and pulled her shirt up, giving her a nice view of blood and burned skin.

"Damn, isn't that beautiful?" She laid her head on the pillow and groaned. "I wish I had a camera." She laughed and glanced up at him hoping he'd take a nice peek at the fresh wound.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo looked at the wound and chuckled slightly at her comment. A camera? That was original. However, the skin was burnt and there was a nice open wound from which blood oozed and seeped and soaked into the clothing and bedsheets. He had known that blasters could be destructive, but he knew that had been a high powered blaster. And he figured he knew who had been in her home.

Only a few weeks ago, he had brought in a shipment of illegal weapons for the gang he had been emplyed in. They had been hot as firecrackers and he had forced them to pay a pretty penny for it sue to the fact that he had gone to extreme troubles to get them. He remembered one guy who had tried to steal one of the guns. Needless to say, Saburo had been able to take the scrawny Chinese kid out in a hurry. He had left rather sour with a vow to get a gun somehow, and get right back at Saburo.

Although the chances that it had been this kid were slim to none, Saburo wasn't stupid and figured he was at least right about the fact that whoever had broken into this woman's place was one of the men he had sold a high powered blaster to. He shook his head and breathed a sigh out, puffing his cheeks for a moment before, glancing back at the wound and then to the woman's face.

"Its gorgeous," he said, winking and pulling out a cigarette. He lit it up and took a drag, blowing the smoke away from him and turning towards the stairs. "Hang in there, Moscow. I am going to go see if my friend is here yet. He gets confused easy and might have gotten lost along the way upstairs." He waved over his shoulder and bounced down the stairs, blowing smoke away from him as he did.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol watched Yuki jog out of her room, she blew out some air and glanced at the wound. She was in so much pain that she was on the verge of tears. She knew it was her fault for moving the shirt and lettting the air touch her open nerves.

"Ah, god." She laid her head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. She was glad, for some reason, that Yuki was there. She was strong and she could kick any mans butt who were three times bigger than she, but for some reason having Yuki taking care of her, no matter how forced it might be, she liked it. She smiled and rubbed her face, Yuki was getting good marks in her book both in the heroic and looks department.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo felt as if he had been standing outside for three years, when only he had only just finished his cigarette when his friend pulled up, getting off of his transport vehicle. He pulled his shoulder bag off and looked over at Saburo, waving at him with a yawn. Saburo smirked.

"Thanks for coming Xiao, on your night off. This girl's been through hell tonight," he said, as Saburo matched his friend's stride and they went inside.

"Like any woman who is associated doesn't go through hell every night. I'm sure its a rather pleasant hell but--"

"I'd hut up right there if I were you, Xi. Now come up with me," Saburo instructed, leading the young Taiwanese doctor up the stairs and into the room where he had left the girl. He face was screwed up slightly in pain, and Saburo motioned to her. "She speaks English, German, and Russian I assume. So, I am here to translate for you." He turned back to the girl. "Hey, Moscow. Doc's here." Saburo crouched down and touched her shirt that was rolled slightly up, he glanced back at his friend who nodded.

"Okay, kid. I am going to cut the shirt. Don't freak and slap me or something dangerous..." he muttered, bringing out his laser knife and carefully slitting the shirt up. When he finished, he stepped back and the doctor took over.

[Asher Perez]

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[Pistol Garret]

Pistol bit her lower lip as she watched the man walk into the room. When Yuki began to cut her shirt she somehow felt a little bit warm the closeness getting to her head and body before anything else. She glanced up at Yuki and she couldn't help but think he was much more attractive close up, hell he was attractive everywhere but she enjoyed seeing him that close.

"Not too far, tiger, I am not wearing anything under this shirt." She smiled at him, slightly teasing and flirting. Maybe, if he were lucky, she'd give him a little kiss for helping her out tonight.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo smirked slighty at her comment as he watched the doctor get to work, starting off by pulling out a syringe filled with a blueish-green liquid. Saburo shivered slightly, as his past experiances with needles had given him a slight phobia of them. Xiao slid the needle under her skin near the wound and emptied the contents. He waited a moment or two before pulling out the small orb shabed mobile medic droid and activating it.

Immediately, the droid assessed the situation and went to hover over the open wound. It extended a well developed arm with a stitching attachment and pressed it to the wound. After a moment and some rather disturbing squishing and sliding sounds, the droid retracted its arm and finished the job by seeling the stitching with a clear gel, and cleaning all the blood from around the wound.

Xiao deactivated the droid and then slid it back into the shoulder bag he had with him. Then he glanced over his shoulder at Saburo to translate for him as he spoke to the woman. Saburo stepped up and bent over to hear what he said. He listened and then nodded.

"Okay. He says that he is going to wrap it in a protective wrap and that it will keep it clean but..." he paused continuing to listen. "But it will need to be changed every couple days or so until the burn has turned pink and the wound has at least one layer of skin over it." Saburo watched as the man wrapped the wound again in a white wrap and then began to speak again. "Um...he says that he will give you a pill that will give you full mobility but to take care only to take the pill once a day, otherwise you run a risk of..." Saburo paused. Then he nodded. "You run the risk of addiction."

Xiao fished a bottle of pills from his bag and set them on the floor next to the woman. He nodded and bowed to her standing and bowing again. Saburo bowed to him.

"Thank you for coming over. I will pay you for this tomorrow, when I get a chance to get to my money," Saburo continued to speak in Chinese.

"Okay, Saburo. I will see you again. Make sure she stays down on the bed for at least twenty-four hours. Goodbye, friend," Xiao bowed again, recieving one in return from Saburo and made his way down the stairs behind the Japanese man.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol had never had such high grade technological advancements on herself before. Normally she'd take the hot water and soap to it, followed by a bath in alcohol and then she'd proceed to stitch herself. It wasn't anything new, but suddenly having this high tech healing process spoiled her rotten. It didn't hurt that bad and it didn't take half the time to do, plus all she had to do was watch!

She glanced away from her clean bandaged wound and then up to Yuki and smiled. "Thanks again, Yuki. How much will I owe him for this little visit?" She moved to stand, but she remembered that she wasn't completely healed. She grimmaced and let out a sigh of annoyance. Damn wound, damn pain, damn...everything!

This whole night had gone to hell, the only thing she was enjoying was the fact she had a guy in her room willingly and that he was hot as a firecracker. But how long he'd stay was the thing that brought her down to Coruscant. She glanced at the pills in her hand and nodded.

"I think I'll be taking one of these suckers right now, I don't think I've ever hurt this bad before." She slowly stood, hissing only once. She moved to the small bathroom and popped a pill in her mouth then got some water in her cupped hand from the water faucet. She swallowed it down nad sighed.

"Anyway, Sweetheart, what were you supposed to have done tonight? If you don't mind my asking?"

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo took this time to glance down at himself and at the blood that marked a little of his shirt and was still on his arms slightly. He wrinkled his nose slightly as he watched the woman go into the bathroom and take a pill. He shook his head, shrugging and then looking back up at her.

"I was supposed to go home and sleep it off and then get up and do some tattoos at ten and eleven," he shrugged glancing at his watch. This stupid ordeal had taken away two hours that felt like two moments. "Kusso..." he muttered, before looking back up at her. "Although I think we achieved a much more exciting evening than either of us intended..." he paused, then lifted and eyebrow and leaned on the wall, lighting up another cigarette. He took a drag and blew the smoke over his shoulder. "And you still haven't told me your name, Moscow."

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol looked over at him, damn he was a good looking son of a bitch. If she was feeling better and maybe had al ittle whiskey in her system she might have tried to make him take her back to his place. Not that that wouldn't be a grand idea! She smiled and walked over towards him and took the cigarette he held and took a drag, not caring if he was one of those people who feared germs, after all her DNA was all over his arm and shirt anyhow.

She blew out a line of smoke as she stared at him. Did it have something to do with her or him because every time she saw him Yuki was getting hotter than hell. She winked at him and handed him his cigarette. "Pistol Garret." She replied after waiting long enough to tell him. "But you can call me whatever you please." Again she winked, she was needing to calm herself down. She had lost too much blood. She slowly moved and turned to see her bed was drenched in blood. She muttered a curse and began to peel off the white sheets.

"No, tonight didn't turn out as well as I'd hope. Seems like you are the only good thing to have happened."

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo looked at his cigarette after she took a drag. He licked his lips before flicking it out the still open window, and stretching out like a cat after sunbathing the day away. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Oh, the times I've heard that..." he said, quietly, almost to himself, smiling a few memories what she had said brought back. Then he looked back up at her. He walked over and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing and moving her slightly out of the way, taking the sheets from her, and taking over her job of stripping the bed. "I might as well help you house clean since I am here and you are supposed to stay down for twenty-four hours..." he paused as he pulled all of the bloody sheets from the bed and bundled them up keeping the blood wrapped inside. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "So go find somewhere and lay there."

He hauled the sheets down the stairs, knowing these suckers were goners. He tossed them out the side door, knowing someone would want them for something. He made his way back up the stairs and yawned wide. Taking care of women was not something he did on a regualar basis, and having compassion on someone happened even more rarely than that. Apparently, either Pistol Garret had gotten him on a really good day, or he liked her far more than he had originally thought.

When he got back up to her room, he glanced around, then looked around at Pistol.

"Where do you keep the um..." he bit his tongue. Then he shook his head. Damn how he hated it when he didn't know the English word for something. He ran a hand down his face, his tired brain working overtime trying to think of the word. "The...for the bed...you know what I mean?" he asked, hoping she could tell him the word for it.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol watched the struggle and she smiled. "Sheet?" She nodded and pointed to her closet door. "Top shelf. They are black." She held her side and groaned, the pain wasn't as bad, whatever the hell she had taken was taking effect quicker than she had expected. She watched Yuki move around her room, she wasn't used to having someone do things for her an she was slightly sad to say she kind of liked it. But she wasn't about to say that to Yuki for he didn't seem like the warm and fuzzy type.

"I bet this is exactly what you were wanting to do at 3 in the morning! Then again I figured I'd be sleeping and dreaming good things rather than having you take over chores I should be doing."

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo rubbed his temples as if he might rub in the new word and have it stick to his brain. He said it once and then suddenly opted not to say it again. He went to where she indicated and got some down, looking them over and starting on putting them on her bed. He glanced over his shoulder at Pistol.

"Well...considering the fact that I could be lying dead in the street somewhere or be hunted by some crazy bastard with one of my own special weapons, I am figuring I probably have it pretty good..." he said roughly as he finished spreading and tucking the sheets. Then he spread the last thicker blanket over it and finished it quicker than the other ones. He took a deep breath and let it out, looking back at the woman.

"Okay, Garret. Twenty-four hours," he said as he nodding in the bed's direction. He glanced down and patted his pants, finding and pulling out a data card and data pen. He crouched down and wrote on the pad using his knee. He stood and tossed the data card on the table. "That's my com number, if you need something, its not a big deal for me to stop by. I am usually over in the bar across the way from here, getting rid of extra body fat. So, you can call me if you want or you can trash the number. Its up to you..." he turned towards the door down the stairs. Then he turned back and went to the window, taking a hold of it and closign it, the locking it tight. He glanced at her and smirked a little. "How about we keep this shut this time, yes?" He winked at her as he took a step down the stairs and waved over his shoulder.

"Another time, Moscow. Another time."

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol smiled as she watched him leave in a hurry. She was sure if she saved a guy twice she'd be wanting to get the hell out of dodge as well. She liked Yuki, he was pretty cool. He appeared to have been the kind of men with a short temper and she was easy to tick people off, she was going to do her best to watch her smart mouth. Pistol was surprised she was even considering the sort. She were acting like she was going to be spending a lot of time around this man, but she doubted it. What would he need from her and vice versa?

"I can think of a few things!" Pistol answered herself lowly as she walked over to the table where she had seen him toss his card. She glanced at the number and immediately processed it into her mind to where she'd remember it. At that point in time she honestly had no need for it, but she was thinking ahead, she was thinking of when she felt better she'd be heading over to his shop and getting a nice tattoo. Hell, she was already trying to think of ways to see his sexy face again.

"Twenty four hours, my butt." She groaned as she walked to her bed and bent down, gasping at the sharp pain when she tossed the covers out of the way. "Damn. I think I need a holiday."

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo sat stalk still on the tattoo table his left leg propped against a wall, the tattooing apparatus in his steady hand, as he continued working on the huge tattoo on his left calf. He had been at this for around a month now, a half hour every five days. He couldn't do anymore than that without breaking skin open.

It had been only three days since the last time he had updated. One of them spent almost getting killed and taking care of the beautiful Russian woman and the other two spent running supplies back and forth from and to his shop. He had needed new supplies of ink, needles, masks, glasses, all kinds of things. And now that finally had a moment to himself, he was taking advantage of it.

A cigarette hung out of his mouth as he changed cartridges to golden ink, and took a puff, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth. Today he had an audience of two twelve year old Japanese boys who were understudying at his shop, hoping to be tattoo artists themselves. They made him kind of nervous, but they needed to watch as many people doing tattoos as they could.

"Sono aku kashikoi ikken, Imai-San!" one of the boys exclaimed. Saburo glanced over and nodded a little. He smiled.

"Hai, arigatou," he muttered back to them. The other boy bounced on the balls of his feet as he watched, way too excited and making Saburo a little more nervous. He hoped that his next apointment would come in (why someone wanted a tattoo at nine in the morning was beyond him), and distract the children until he could finish.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol pushed her sun glasses on top of her head, her short curly hair flying outwards crazily from the large frames. She made her way down the street to where she saw Yuki's tattoo parlor. She didn't know why she was so nervous for, after all she had a tattoo on her left shoulder blade of her ex-boyfriends name. She was hoping that Yuki would be kind enough to cover it well with something different, something feminine, something she could show off, and something that would finally end her ties with her troubled past.

She felt the wind lap around her body and push her leather jacket behind her as she tossed her cigarette onto the ground and let out the long line of smoke before grabbing the door handle and pulling it open. She heard the familiar buzz of the tattooing needle and suddenly her skin crawled. She loved getting her tattoo, but the sound had gotten to her. She saw a two kids glaring at a man, whose back was turned to her, his leg up on a wall. She frowned and glanced aorund wondering if he was the only one available.

"Um...excuse me?" She walked into the business a little further, passing the register, drawing closer to the man in the chair working on his own leg. "Is Yuki here today?" She knew her memory was slightly off sometimes, but surely he had said he owned the shop...right?

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo heard someone enter and ask something, he just wasn't listening to what. He heard one of the two boys turn and pause a moment before turning and discussing with the other boy in Japanese.

"What did she say?" one asked the other.

"I dunno. I can't speak a word of English. Ask Imai..." said the other. Then one of the boy's hands took Saburo's shoulder gently, so as not to mess him up, and leaned around to look him in the face. The boy smiled a little.

"We don't know what the girl said, but I think she mentioned your name," he said. Saburo glanced at him, then leaned over and flipped off his tattooing energy machine. He took a quick last drag from his cigarette, before wiping his leg down and wrapping it. He flicked his cigarette out of an open window near him and turned to see who it was.

He was extremely surprised to see the woman whom he had saved two nights earlier. He looked down at the two boys and then nodded back towards his back room.

"She's a friend. Why don't you guys go back and clean the equipment. I'll be back after awhile to see how you've done," he instructed them. Both boys lit up immediately.

"Okay!" they said in unison before hurrying behind him and disappearing from view. Saburo bent down, pushing his pant leg over his wrapped tattoo, then stood straight again. He looked the woman up and then down, fishing another cigarette from his pocket and firing it up, taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from where he assumed thier conversation was going to take place. Saburo shifted his weight from his right to his left foot and put a hand on his hip. He nodded at her.

"Yeah, I believe Yuki's in today," he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and then chuckling slightly, the smoke slowly drifting out of his mouth. He cocked his head. "What brings you here, Moscow?"

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol watched him in amazement as if he were God's gift to women. She smiled brightly and laughed, the deep Russian accent taking a hold of the sound as it came out. She cleared her throat and shook a strand of hair out of her right eye and she looked away for a moment her eyes being blinded by the hotness resonating.

"Well, lets see...this is a shop that does tattoos, you own it, I am asking for the only one i know who works here...hmm gee...might I want a tattoo?" She smiled at him and nodded. "I had a tattoo that I am wanting you to cover up for me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" Hopefully he wouldn't jump on her for calling him that since it was a bad habit that she just couldn't break.

"It is on my back, it is a name. I was hoping you'd take a peek at it and see if you could draw a decorative flower over it, or something feminine."

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo turned, beckoning for her to follow him. He went to his station near the back of the room, where all his Japanese posters and music were. His wall at the back had photographs of people he considered freinds and family, though none were of his true family. At the moment, he was wondering where the hell his employees were. They were supposed to be there at eight-thirty to clean thier supplies and be ready for the day. No one have shown up and it was already ten after nine.

He looked up at the woman as he put his tattoo supplies in order and then turned to his chair, he flipped the back and leaned it so that she could straddle the back of the chair and allow his full access to her back. He pointed to it.

"Off with the shirt, and sit down..." he muttered, turning back to his needles and inks and designs, and glancing over them. Depending on how big this name was, he might have been able to get one of his black and red rose designs over it. Or maybe if she wasn't opposed, the red sunflower and black cross arrangement. Of course, it was neither here nor there to him. It was whatever she wanted.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol was a bit surprised he had told her to take off her shirt for the last time when she had gotten Kiril's name on her shoulder she had a spaghetti strap shirt on, but this was a design and more intricate she figured.

Pistol pulled her sunglassed off her head and sat them on the floor and pulled off her leather jacket, slightly feeling a chill when the wind hit her naked shouders from her halter top. She reached behind her neck and untied the baby blue string and felt them fall. She swallowed feeling slightly nervous for she had been brave and did not wear a bra. She bit her lower lip and grabbed the tails of her shirt and pulled it upwards and placed one arm across her chest, keeping that part of herself covered.

"Sorry," She said with a laugh. "I have been liberated." She hoped he understood her joke. She cleared her throat and tossed her hair back and turned and sat down.

The name had been written in fancy black ink with stars surrounding it. She thought it had been too small for the price she paid, so hopefully he could do something nice and colorful. "What do you think?" She asked as she looked over her right shoulder at him.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo glanced over when she made a comment, he hadn't really be listening to what. He turned, pulling up his seat, and raising it so that he could see it clearly. He leaned down, touching the tattoo and stretching her skin there slightly to see how much real room he had. He hemmed and hawed a moment, before picking up his sheet of designs and setting it on her back next to the tattoo.

He nodded a little, biting his lip and then reaching over to grab a pair of gloves. Pulling each on, he held the sheet of designs in front of her.

"These are the ones that will be big enough to cover it. Although you might still see some of the stars...if you want those bad boys covered, I will have to do something bigger," he explained monotonously. He leaned over her to grab another sheet of designs off of his work station. They were larger, and most were a little less feminine. He pointed to one of a black dragon intertwined with a yellow ribbon. "That one would cover every inch of it. Most of these would, but, a lot of them distort on the back area. But two or three of these would be fine. The black sunflower and panther is a popular one with girls...or...the ones I tattoo..."

He laid the sheets out in front of her and leaned back in his chair, waiting for her to decide.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol continued to bite her lip. She had a fear of the noise, the larger the longer she'd wait and the more she'd hear the annoying buzz. She nodded and tapped one design and smiled up at him, a bit let down he wasn't as enthused as she had figured he'd be.

"I like the sunflower, could give it a little more color? I'm a pink and purple kind of girl." She smiled and felt like a dork. Yuki seemed like the kind of person who couldn't give a rip about people's personal life and what they liked or loved, he was there to tat people. He was an artist and obviously very professional, but somehow she liked his robotic tone, he was very attractive doing things that would normally get on her nerves.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo nodded to her, licking his lips and getting in gear.

This was his passion. This was what he lived for. As sadistic as it might have seemed to anyone who didn't understand, this was what he had dreamed of doing since he had been a troubled kid in the BEJING District. He loved designing, he loved drawing, he loved it when people liked his work. He liked cleaning his equipment and getting new stuff. It was like a new drawing pencil to an artist, or a new sheet of music for a musician. New needles, new bottles of ink...these were his Christmas presents.

Screwing the bottle of purple ink in and putting the pink and black in rotation he flipped on his machine and rolled up next to the woman, leaning down over her back, and clasping his ink rag in his other hand. He glanced down at her.

"Ana no hi," he purred, and began working. The panther was to be pink, the sunflower to be purple. The eyes and paws of the panter were to be black and so was the stem of the sunflower. And for a bit of original touch so that she could say that no one had a tattoo exactly like hers, he was going to put extra dashes in the picture. Curled bits like smoke around it. Some black, some purple, some pink.

God, how Saburo loved this job.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol let her head fall forward, the noise killing her the second she hear it. She bit her lower lip so hard that she swore she was going to draw blood. When the needle began to penetrate the skin she squeezed her eyes shut, the stinging sensation that vibrated down her spine tickled. She kept her arms on her shirt praying to god she wouldn't feel a sharp pain and drop her shirt on the floor for Yuki had seen more skin for free than she had.

She hissed to herself, feeling the pain worsen as he moved around in sensitive areas on her back. She felt her eyes water and drip off her dark eyelashes to the floor next to the pile of her leather jacket. She swallowed the pain knowing it would be worth it. Not only was she getting a kick butt tattoo, but her savior was branding her and everytime she'd see it she'd see his face. What a way to remember someone, instead of the bad she was remembering the good.

Pistol loved the feeling she was receiving, yet hating it at the same time. For a woman who didn't take pain well she was handling this quite well, but she knew the true reason why, because Yuki was tattooing it on. She could feel his gloved hands caress her back in the most professional way, but having nothing to do she was enjoying what her mind had found to entertain her. Poor Yuki, he had no idea how bad his body was being used.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo worked quickly on the tattoo, getting the idea she didn't really like it. It was an easy tattoo for him as he had done it countless amounts of times. The outline was finished in five or ten minutes and the coloring took ten to fifteen minutes afterward. Then he did several wisps around the entire tattoo. One in black, one in pink, one in purple.

And it was over.

"Okay, kiddo..." he muttered, wiping her back down with his cloth and looking at the finished product. He handed her a mirror and indicated she get the reflection off the big mirror on the wall next to him. "That's that." He spun in his chair and took off his gloves, taking the ink cartridges off of the pen and laying it aside, needing to clean it off later. He pulled out two clear medicated covers for it and turned back to her.

"After your finished looking at it, if you want any add-ons let me know and I can do whatever you want..." he paused as he peeled the backing off of the medicated wraps. "These will stay on that thing for forty-eight hours. You can shower in them, or whatever, but don't take them off until around this time in two days. Then come back and we'll see how you healed and if you've done nicely, then we will be done."

He paused for a moment, wondering if he had covered everying.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol nodded, remembering that her tattoo had gotten infected several times since it had been done by handmade ink. She had gotten it done in the slums of the SOVIET District and they had obviously not disinfected anything. She didn't know why but she was able to trust Yuki with her life, literally, so she was sure she could trust his needles.

"Yeah..." She said as she stood up and glanced at it in the mirror. She wasn't expecting it to be so...perfect. She smiled and let out a laugh of happiness. She glanced over at him and nodded in approval. "I love it!" She walked over and sat the mirror down and wiped the tears under her eyes and continued to smile.

"It is better than I was expecting, did you do something different?" She was hoping he did, did something that nobody else had. She was sure he didn't since she had no signifigance in his life, like he did with her. She wouldn't be alive had it not been for him and his abilities to dodge people and have friends who enjoyed to spy.

"I really love it. Good job, sweetheart."

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo tilted his head towards her and then bowed. Though Saburo would never show it to anyone, the only time he had ever been truly genuinely happy was when someone liked his work. And as much as he would never admit it, he liked to make people happy. To make them proud of him.

In this way, he considered it his biggest fault.

Yet he still felt happy when she had sad she liked it. He could not help himself. As callous as he had forced himself to be over the years, something about this made him feel fullfilled. Made him feel like he wasn't the trash everyone had said he was all his life.

"Arigatou..." he said absentmindedly as he leaned over and wrote something down on a pad of paper he had on his work station. Then he turned back around and stood up and put a hand on his hip, lighting up another cigarette and taking a drag. It as his last one and he realized that he needed to go get other supplies anyway. He'd have to get some cigarettes while he was out. Either way, he held the cigarette out to Pistol and nodded to it.

"A puff?" he asked. He knew another smoker from a mile away, and he had know she smoked since he had first ridden on his bike with her. "And don't worry about paying me. You came in before my first scheduled appointments. And only friends do that. Friends don't pay anything." He smiled at her slightly, putting the cigarette into her hands and then turning to go out to the register, needing to count his money there anyway.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol glanced at the burning cigarette. Had he just given her a freebie? She frowned and stuck the cigarette in her mouth and put her shirt back on correctly then jogged out after grabbing her jacket.

"Are you....I can pay you, Yuki." She felt awkward, she had never been given such a nice "gift" if she was allowed to call it that. But when she wondered if arguing with this man was going be a losting battle she just accepted it and smiled. "Thank you, sweetheart." She drew a deep breath and inhaled the wonderful intoxants, blowing it out a moment later.

"Here..." She reached into her jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pushed them across the counter. She shrugged her shoulder and smiled. "I don't know if you'll like them, but they are my gift to you. And remember, you still need to pick up something at my shop." She winked at him and smiled, puffing away on his cigarette, handing it back to him.

"I will bug you until you come and find something in Pistol City you want."

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo waved his hand at the cigarette for her to keep it. Instead he got out one of the ones she had given him and lit it up. He was used to only Asian made, Thai and Japanese being his favorites. Anything else he hadn't tried. He took a puff of the cigarette. It was rich, richer than he was used to, but he could see himself getting spoiled on these.

He stuffed some papers under his cash register and looked up as he heard the door open and shut. One of his regulars was there. Dressed as she normally was in a tiny skirt and a bikini top. She was hot, for a Filipino, and spoke great Japanese to boot, but no matter how much she flirted, Saburo could not get into her. He smiled at her a little though and gave her a wink.

"Ohayo, Kei-chan," he said, glancing at Pistol as the other woman slinked forward, wondering if the German could tell how bothered he was by the other woman.

"Ohayo, Yuki-chan..." she said, every word dripping with sweet slime. He smiled a little more, trying not to laugh. Then he looked back over.

"You can come back later right?" he asked. The woman looked alarmed, and then confused and then angry.

"Why?!" she demanded. Saburo slid out from behind the counter and grabbed his jacket, nodding to Pistol.

"She and I have to go pick up some things. She's an old friend, known her since I was five. Sorry, Kei...gotta go..." he said, his voice still as flat as any other time. He beckoned to Pistol, hoping she's play along, and went outside towards his bike.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol was a bit taken aback by his sudden action when the young woman entered the shop. She could see that she was very interested in him, whether or not he felt the same in return was beyond her. The moment he blew her off, sorta, she got the hint. She smiled at the girl and waved.

"Bye." She said as she walked by her. "Lets roll sweetheart!" She smiled at him and hopped onto the bike he had quickly started. She wrapped her hands around his waist a bit more slowly and sensual than intended. For some reason Pistol enjoyed pissing young hot girls off, even if they had done nothing to her. It was obvious now that Yuki wasn't as enthralled as the young girl, so she was trying to help him out by acting more snuggly and comfortable than she would normally have.

"She's a hottie." She said in his ear with a smile as she pushed herself against him, hoping he didn't mind their closeness.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo revved the engine and sped down the street, the sudden closeness of Pistol Garret setting him on edge. It was interesting how quickly he got set off. He glanced over his shoulder at her. Then he nodded and looked back ahead of him.

"Yeah, she's hot. Hot and sloppy, and somehow knows every inch of my body without ever having seen it..." he said, having to raise his voice slightly over the wind. "I don't know about other people, but to me that's a little bit wierd."

Saburo smiled to himself a little as he noticed that Pistol had wrapped her arms around him. He slid back a little allowing more contact with her front and his back. He glanced back over his shoulder at her and winked again.

"Thanks for playing along, Moscow," he said lowly in her ear. "I owe you one."

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol laughed lightly as she continued to hold onto him as if he were her teddy bear, which actually wasn't that bad of an idea since he was kinda soft. She shook her head at what he said and she smiled.

"No problem, Sweetheart. I kind of enjoy pissing off young girls who wear such outfits, makes my day a lot brighter." She laughed lightly hoping he wouldn't get offended by her saying so since it was mainly a joke, kind of. She scooted a bit closer to him, not really sure why but she was enjoying herself just the same.

"So you think it is weird when people undress you with their eyes? I guess this means I have to just do it physically next time?" She smiled and let out a low laugh. She liked Yuki, he was such a cool person to be around and she was enjoying his company a bit too much for only knowing him a few days.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo's spine stiffened just ever so slightly when he felt her scoot closer to him. He glanced back at her a little, and wondered why she was doing that to him and whether or not it was intentional. Bringing her last comment into consideration he wasn't exactly sure.

Saburo hadn't had a "girlfriend" proper in several months. He had had squeezes and one night stands and playmates, but not exactly a girlfriend. His last had soured his taste for them. What he usually got was a quickie every now and then from a girl at a bar, or any of his willing friends that were handy. So having someone as pretty as Pistol Garret doing something that was close enough to flirting for him, was a bit of a surprise. Most girls just told him where, when, what to bring. No flirting. Just straight to the point.

He carefully relaxed back against her chest and stomach as he was getting uncomfortable trying to sit straight up. He attempted to ignore the warmth emminating ff of the woman behind him, and leaned down to get his sunglasses out of the bag he had attached to the side of the bike. Saburo put them on his face as thye sailed out into a large open street with many small booths along the way selling many things. He smiled. They were finally in TAINAN District. He glanced back at Pistol.

"I hope you don't mind being around me a little longer while I pick up some stuff here. I will drop you back off at your place on the way back. I came here forgetting you were back there," he said, slowing his bike to a stop near a booth that no one was occupying at the moment. He glanced inside. And then back at Pistol. "Hmm...I wonder if anyone's home..." he bit lip, not getting off the bike in case no one was here.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol couldn't think of a better way to spend her morning. She had woken up and had a flight of sense considering she grabbed some money and ran to his shop. She had woken up from a dream about Yuki, got a free tattoo by him, and flirted shamelessly and was holding him all in a few hours. She was enjoying herself for the moment.

"Hopefully you won't mind my company?" She grinned at him and continued to hold him in her arms, if one would be so bold of calling it that. She glanced at the side of his face taking in every shape, curve, line, and pore. He was more attractive than she had remembered and wearing sunglasses only made him ten times hotter.

"You want to hop off and go see?" She raised her eyebrow and squeezed her arms for a second, provoking him to get up and go check it out. "I can wait here, or tag along, whatever you want, Sweetheart." She loved calling him that, she just felt the name suited him well. At least in her mind it did.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo felt a little bit relieved when she dropped her hands from his waist. He was a huge flirt, that was for sure, but he didn't like women to flirt with him, and he wasn't keen on relationships. Not that Pistol Garret wrapping her arms around his waist while he ripped through the streets on a crotch rocket could ever have been misconstrewed as a relationship. But just the fact that she was infact flirting with him, and that meant that she at least found him attractive made him slightly uneasy.

He slid off the bike and pushed his glasses onto his head, causing his hair to spray out and flop around his head. He nodded over his shoulder at Pistol, indicating she could stay where she was or come with him and neither bothered him. He walked over to the shop and leaned in, looking about.

"Yeh?" he called. Xi Yeh had known Saburo since the day he had come out of the womb, and there was no one Saburo loved more than the old man. He was like a father to him, since his true one had never given a damn. And he was a godsend in the language department, as he spoke perfect Japanese and he could translate Chinese into Japanese for Saburo, making business transactions a lot smoother. "Yeh-san?"

"Hai, hai!" came the grouchy reply from a curtain near the back. An older man came out, walking with a limp, his grizzled face kind yet strict, and his left arm up in a sling. Saburo smiled as the man came closer and squinted at his face. Yeh smiled. "Saburo-chan!"

"Hai. Watashi haanataga watashi notameni nigitte itasorerano yuusoubutsu wo erabu kotokokoniiru," he said, glancing over his shoulder as someone yelled his name from across the street. He lifted his hand and waved even though he had no idea who it had been. He turned back to the old man. "Ka?"

Yeh lifted a slightly trembling hand and tapped Saburo on the nose, then pushed a little spray of hair from Saburo's face and studied him for a moment or two. He looked as if he were in deep thought and was almost about to cry. Then he dropped his hand.

"Anataga sodate ru houhou, Saburo. Watashi ha kyokushou watashi no ude ni, sousoukanariarunoga tsune deattakotowo shinji rukotogadekinai," he said quietly. Saburo looked down at his feet and then sighed. He looked back up.

"Yeh-san...ka?" he asked again. This time the man huffed heavily, then winked at Saburo.

"Okay, okay..." and he turned and hobbled back behind the curtain. Saburo looked and Pistol and shrugged a little.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol thought she was keen on languages, but for some reason being around Saburo when he was speaking in his native tongue she was lost. She watched them interract and for some reason she could see the closeness, and for some reason she could see the comfort level in the room rise. Had Saburo been uncomfortable around her? Did he just want her to go away and leave him alone, never to be bugged again by a filthy Russian girl?

She wanted to know what they were saying and not being of Japanese decent that was impossible and she wasn't about to dare ask Saburo for a translation. She had walked in when the old man was walking out and she had seen him limping and she wondered what had happened or if it was just age. Again she kept her mouth shut somehow feeling like she was violating Yuki's privacy.

"Whenever you are done," She started, speaking in a low voice that showed her deep accent. "You can drop me off at my shop and I won't be in your way." She kept her hands behind her back, afraid to touch anything and afraid to somehow offend Yuki. Suddenly when she realized he had grown comfortable, she had grown very uncomfortable.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo waved a hand in front of his face as he watched several people walk down the street near his bike and look at it. He watched them walk away before looking down at her. He shook his head, and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"If you want to go, you can. But you aren't in my way, if this is your problem," he said, glancing at the curtain his old friend had gone behind. Then he looked back at Pistol and cocked his head to the side. "If you think you want to go, I can drop you off. But there is no need to feel in the way when you aren't."

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol bit her lower lip and was still feeling a bit out of place. She was a big girl and could walk to her shop, perhaps call a taxi, but she didn't want to be rude. She wondered if she could tell him her true reason for wanting to leave and have him not get upset, but she hadn't known this man long enough to judge the way he handled certain situations.

"Do whatever you need, Yuki." She smiled at him and let out a sigh. "I won't complain anymore. I am having a smoke, I'll be right outside if you should need me, but I doubt you will." She nodded at him and smiled once more, bright and happy for some odd reason. She was sure it was because Yuki looked adorable and thinking of him made her smile widely. She knew he was going to think she was a dork for giving him such a smile so she turned on her heel before she could embarass herself even more. And this was coming from one who never got embarassed easily.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo watched her walk out and lifted an eyebrow. Boy, women were strange. Or at least, that woman was. But for some reason, Saburo found it intensely appealing.

A few moments later he emerged from the shop, his needles in their sealed bag in one hand, a coth bag in the other that was full of other bags of powdered drugs. He went to his bike and opened a smuggling compartment on the bg, stuffing the bag of drugs inside, after checking to see no one was about. Then he put the needles into the bag on the side of his bike.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket. Having Pistol mention earlier she was going to have one, gave him the urge. He lit it and took a puff, blowing it slowly out through his lips and glancing up at the early morning sky. He swung his legs over the bike and knocked his glasses back onto his face, sticking his cigarette between his teeth, and starting the bike. He glanced over his shoulder at Pistol, whom had migrated slightly since he had walked out there.

"Do you want a ride, Moscow? Or are you going to hang out for awhile?" he asked, scooting forward a little, if she decided she wanted to ride with him again.

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol loved how he called her that. She wasn't exactly sure why. People had given her many nicknames in the past and some had just called her many things, but never had they been that interesting. She blew out a long line of smoke and nodded. She wasn't being a pest otherwise he wouldn't offer so she walked to the bike and sat down, barely placing her hands around his waist. She puffed on her cigarette and blew out the smoke doing this without touching her cigarette.

"Go wherever you need to, Sweetheart. I have nothing to do this morning and I definitely don't want to go stay in that hot shop." She wondered if he needed to drop her off, but then again she didn't care. His business was exactly that and she had no need to bug him. Luckily he wouldn't mind if she tagged along a little longer.

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo nodded, he revved the engine a little more before spinning it and ripping up the street in the direction they had come, but making a drastic right turn, heading for the NIGHONGO District.

He tore past an old warehouse in this district, knowing that he had seen what appeared to be two brothers going in there late at night, but never really sure if he had actually seen them. He turned his attention back to the route he was taking to get to a woman who supplied his ink and design tablets. He didn't know if she was in today or not, but he hoped she wasn't.

She was the biggest English speaker Saburo knew and it was difficult sometimes for him to understand her. He glanced over his shoulder at Pistol and blinked once.

"You know perfect English, no?"

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol heard the wind whistle in her ear as they whipped down the street cutting tight corners and speeding quickly to wherever Yuki's destination was. She liked having nothing important to do, enjoyed being with Yuki to run his errands for it was giving her something to do. Plus it was good that she was with someone cute, too.

Her eyes scaned the scenery around them, what she could make of it that was considering everything was pretty blurry. She noticed a familiar warehouse and then a few more odd buildings that were too blurry to seem normal. She turned her attention on the road ahead of her, clutching Yuki around the waist, the speed somehow finally getting to her. She saw him turn and blink before asking her a question she barely understood due to the bike's noise, the wind, and the heavy Japanese accent. Had he mentioned English?

"English?" She repeated loudly before nodding. "Mmm, I do." Pistol hoped she replied in the way he had wanted her to. Was he needing her to have good English for something?

[Saburo Imai]

Saburo nodded slightly. He had the vague urge to ask her if she would teach him more. His English, though not terrible, was not the best either. And if she knew English well enough, she might be able to help him out with something he needed to do.

Speeding around a corner, and feeling her arms tighten around his waist slightly, he remembered that there was another person on the bike with him. He had a tendancy to forget that and speed like hell was on his tail. He slowed slightly, his bike's roaring engine calming a little, and going down to a dull growl instead of a full out bark. He glanced back over his shoulder at Pistol and couldn't help but let the smile tugging at his lips, grow to a smirk. She was pretty, that was for sure. But he wondered whether or not she was attached. Not that it really mattered. Being of the strong Japanese background that he was, he rarely asked a woman such personal questions.

He saw the shop he needed to stop at in the distance, and sped a little to arrive there faster. The man he needed to talk with knew German, and his accent was much too heavy for Saburo to make out one single word he said. He stopped his bike and shut it off, turning in the seat to look at Pistol.

"Do you mind communicating with one of my contacts for me? He doesn't know Japanese, and I don't know German...but I need to speak with him...can you help...or no?"

[Pistol Garret]

Pistol looked at him and smiled, happy to be needed by him. She nodded and stood up pulling her leg over the bike and winking. "If you need it, sweetheart, you got it." For some reason it was nice to be needed for a work styled conversation. It had been a while since she actually had a good German conversation without yelling, much like the night before.

Pistol sighed and glanced down the street and shrugged. "Where do you need to go? Show me the way."