[center][b]Rukongai[/b]
The floor trembled a bit as the large thug recoiled off the zanpakuto. Little response was given other than a befuddled grunt. Gathering her senses, the woman took the opportunity given by her savior and swiftly made for the exit with the young boy in hand. The four men didn't follow, their gazes affixed on the soul reaper who had interrupted their assault. They were still for a few moments, the air becoming tense as Tomoko's shikai droned on loudly, kicking up buts of rubble and dust. The faint scent of rotting death drifted through the room as the thugs slowly moved forward, their massive forms taking up the meager dwelling. Without warning, the attack began, with the closest of the goons thrusting his blade across toward the small soul reapers chest. Behind him, a second thug brought his sword up high and crashed it downward toward her head. 

[b]Mashiba Warehouse[/b]
A short sigh escaped Junko, pulling away from the window and sitting down next to Angelo and Ezekiel. "No, it's fine. Let's eat. If certain people miss out on dinner then it's their own damn fault." Ezekiel was quick to fix his plate, not needing to hear any more than 'let's eat' to start scarfing down the food. "Hey!" Shouted Junko, landing a swift whack across the top of his head. "I've told you a thousand times! Eat slower! It's rude." He coughed, almost choking on a piece of beef as he rubbed his head. "Oh and you might choke." She said, fixing herself a plate. Suddenly, the creaking sound of the rusty front door echoed through the warehouse as a dark figure stepped in. Everyone paused for a moment until the shadow stepped into the light, revealing Alexander with a half grin across his face. "Ladies and gents." Said Alexander, tipping his hat before removing it along with his coat and neatly hanging them on an old broken manikin near the front of the warehouse. 

"Where the hell have you been?" Asked Junko with a biting tone. "Nowhere you wouldn't go." Replied Alexander, preparing himself a plate. "Oh hey Angelo. I might have to postpone that poker game til another day." Junko sneered. "Do you even know how to give a straight answer?" With a full plate in one hand and his briefcase grasped in the other, Alexander gave another smile. "Thank you for dinner." He declared before walking toward a pair of doors or the floor near the back of the warehouse leading to his room in the basement. "Don't you ignore me! Hey! Why can't you eat dinner with everyone else like a normal person!" But the door closed and locked behind Alexander as he descended down into his solitude. Junko glared at the doors for a few moments before resuming her meal, slightly annoyed. "There's just no helping that idiot." Ezekiel was too busy eating to notice anything.[/center]