Yoshimitsu sat behind a desk in a little family-owed gas station in the middle-class district of New Tokyo. This Yoshimitsu wasn't the real one, who was off doing some business relating to today's big explosion. Something something arming a rebellion something something it's a trap. Either way, this Yoshimitsu was here for a business deal with one of the local gang leaders. He wasn't some gangbanger who was merely a customer; this guy had some nifty robo suits that he was willing to put on the table. If Yoshimitsu could seal this deal, they could have Robo suits for thousands of people by the end of this week. If they reach a demand, Yoshimitsu and his organization could begin producing them along side their regular firearms and weaponry. Such was the way of the Arms Race.

Another Yoshimitsu, one who served as a street vendor, was wondering down the alleys near the location were today's explosion happened. He usually set up shop in one of the restaurants that were willing to house his business, but after that little stunt Yoshimitsu figured that it would be too dangerous to be linked to that mess. He honestly did not agree to such methods; publicized terrorism wasn't going to do much when the laws that should protect the city would do much worse. Though it at least worked in his benefit as well; that Mayor was about to lift various concealed carrying laws that would allow citizens to carry firearms. You'd think that this would be good for business, but Yoshimitsu was successful because he was one of the few people who would sell you a gun without all the unnecessary paper work. All the other "Legitimate" establishment wouldn't sell you one unless you had either a hunting permit (For rifles) or a concealed carrying permit (For pistols) as well as a bunch of other nonsense that made things harder for the normal man to be armed, like a five day waiting period. And that was just some of the "Basic" laws; Japan has much stricter regulations on weapons even after the whole Alpha thing. Lifting the law that required the concealed carrying permit meant that legitimate businesses would be able to sell to more people, meaning that less legitimate people like Yoshimistu would lose customers. It was a messy business, but it was necessary if Yoshimitsu wanted to say relevant.

As this Yoshimitsu continued to wonder through the alleyways, he turned the corner and was face-to-face with a ragged looking woman. She had two Tech 9 (Also called Uzi's) in her hands, and her breath was a mix of ragged and heavy. She had been on the run recently, and looks like she got caught in something as well. This strange woman looked like she was ready to fight, though Yoshimitsu wasn't interested in getting into one right now. He was, however, curious as to what the woman was doing here. [b]"Rough day?"[/b]