>>18683647In the present. Yokoko, somehow, through either defeating them or eluding them, has evaded capture but not escaped injury. Blood congeals around her wounds, hanging dark red strands that signify the intensity of her current pain. Like a wounded beast, licking her wounds, she darts through street after street between haggered breaths. She does not know if there will be a second wave of agents or even perhaps a third, she justs knows it's best to assume there could be as many as four and they could be anywhere. She keeps at this routine until the darting between streets becomes hobbling, her defiant scowl turns to desperate sighs. Finally, her muscles give out and she slumps against a nearby wall. Her clothes torn, her body in equal tatters, she sits there, leaning against the cold brick. Suddenly, her body is overcast with the shadow of another, she weakly looks up
>Hmmm? *huff huff*>Oh...it's you...>Come to finish me off?>kukuku>Bet that weakling tyrant with the glasses put you up to this>or maybe that freak with the different coloured eyesShe coughs and from her mouth escapes a glob of blood that dances across the wall. Yokoko's body droops and finally she collapses in the alleyway. The figure looks down on unconscious martial artist...
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