Should have just stayed in for the day. There was a lot of things he should have done for today. Should have just went back to the Proginator, should have ditched his work uniform, should have eaten breakfast today. Lot's of should have, but right now he was dealing with a psycho lady pointing two automatic weapons at him. Yoshimitsu wasn't afraid to die; all the clones knew that their life would be measured in days. The Proginator makes sure they were all aware of that, and they've made their peace with it. Still, there wasn't much good in dying in a place like this.

Yoshimitsu was in a pickle though. The girl had two guns trained on him, and this body didn't have enough mass to survive a full blast, which he's likely to get since he's so close to her and in a cramp alley. And while his outfit made him look badass, leather wasn't much of a bullet stopper. He could try to shoot her and he's unlikely to miss since he's pretty close and she doesn't have room to move either. But that's if he could even get a shot off, and she already had her guns trained on him. So he tried one of his last resorts: negotiation. [b]"I see what you mean. I can also see that you're... In a bit of a bind yourself. You're in a hurry, sorry for getting in your way. But I'm thinking that this could work out for both of us. You need to get away from here. Not going to be easy since this place is pretty much always crawling with those coppers. But as you could tell, I'm not what you'd call "Affiliated" with them. So think about this. We lower our guns, pretend that this right now is just a... Misunderstanding. In return I can stay out of your way, maybe even point you in the right direction to where you want to go. And maybe later when you're not busy, we could make an arrangement for next time."[/b]

Yoshimitsu was bluffing through his teeth, though it's a good thing he didn't have any in this form. He'd hope the girl was a reasonable sort of psycho, but in the very real chance she just blasts him in the head, there was on more trump card to play; his only grenade. Won't kill her, but it might stun her and reveal her location long enough for the local cops to come in and nab her. But he knew the cops well and he had some serious doubts they would even bat an eye to his explosion. He was praying on a falling star here. A bit silly since he was sure to die in a few days anyways, but a guy could try. If nothing else, he had to do something. He was a hero, and would die as one if he had to.