>>19367578Kanako slides out of an apartment window, awkwardly falling out of it onto a fire escape.
>Owww...!She remarks, rubbing her head. She taps her ear twice.
>You're right Prophet, buncha bomb making stuff in there. What should I do?"Give the cops probable cause dumbass." Prophet replies, putting out a cigarette at her desk.
>Hmmm...Kanako looks at the end of the alley. She sees a family exiting a car from the front of the apartment.
>Sorry!Kanako grabs a pistol from her boot at points it at their car. She fires three rounds, making sure to only hit the car.
"W-WHAT THE FU-?!" The older man exclaims, hugging his wife and son to try and shield them. In a panic he pulls out his phone and dials 911.
"HELLO?! S-S-SOMEONE JUST S-SHOT AT US! FROM T-THE APARTMENTS ON 4TH!" He stammers.
>That'll work. Hopefully they got insurance!Kanako said to herself as she hopped down from the fire escape, quickly running off before anyone spotted her.
>Misson accomplished!Kanako declared, hoping to hear from Prophet. She was met with silence.
>Hmph...Kanako opened her phone, checking Tweetstagram as she walked back toward her car parked a few blocks away. She saw she was tagged in a post from a WWA fan. Responding to Carmody. Reading it, her temper flared up. She quickly fired off a response as she made it to her SUV.
>Idiot...I should see if Nika wants to train tomorrow.She muttered to herself, starting the engine.