"Rebecca." Nancy waited for her to pick up the phone as she drove to where the STARS were, hoping there was something she could do.

"You're telling me this was not your responsibility?" was the reply she got.

"It's not, swear to God." She knew Rebecca would be skeptical, given their history. "Now look, I know you're worried but you have to stay far away from there, I don't want anyone else getting hurt." She knew Rebecca would be trying to work out whether to believe her, Nancy allowing her foot to rest heavier on the accelerator as it weaved through the traffic.

"I want to be there to help."

She could hear the defiance in Rebecca's voice and knew she probably would regardless of what she was told to do. Not only would she try and take charge of the situation Nancy firmly believed she wouldn't believe her. "I'm on my way there now, have sent three of my people after who I believe to be responsible for the attack. Depending on what they find they may have something for you." Nancy hung up before she added that it would be something not dangerous. Despite whatever happened in the past Nancy didn't want her or anyone with her hurt. The people behind the attack, on the other hand...Nancy hoped that Chun Li would be found, she'd tell Jessie whatever she chose to do was fine by her.

****

"I didn't sell you this, right?" Jessie looked down at the large handgun, trying to hide the awe she had of the weapon.

"Hey," the gunsmith told her, "if the cops ask you didn't buy it here okay?"

"Sure." Jessie nodded and took the Heckler & Koch .45 automatic. "I try and toe the line, but being with Sergeant Allen and everything..." She knew this was where Nancy got some of what she needed.

"How'd you fall in with her?" the gunsmith asked as he put the purchase through.

"My father. He was a soldier, a sweet old guy. Thought I needed some purpose in life."

Having been in the military himself the gunsmith nodded, understanding the desire to give their young a view of life through service. "Checks through okay. Here you go." Having been used to smaller weapons Jessie cautiously felt the weight of the special forces pistol, thinking that if she was to handle what Nancy had given her it might be a good idea to have something to assist her. She'd learnt her lesson, but as much as she hoped she wouldn't need it she would be foolish to not have it. Heading out of the store she checked to see if there was any information that had been sent before she went to catch up to Philip and Dave.

"Trained in Taichi, detective for Interpol," she read out loud, sifting through the general information until finding that she was an orphan. "Her father died while investigating Shadowlaw and she swore revenge." Jessie tucked the handgun behind her, eager to catch up and see if the woman was found. "Well isn't that interesting?"

****

Reiko thought she would check out the street racing circuit and saw a couple of people she used to know from the gangs in Chicago. "Well look who it is. All jacked up looking for some race I bet." One of the homies went over and claped Reiko on the hand, obviously having no ill feelings over her running out on them.

"What's cracking?"

"Not much. You?"

"Heard you were doing community service."

Reiko rounded on the gangbanger, looking for a fight. "Hey fuck you nigga."

"Whoa whoa, it's cool," his friend said, "we know you were helping out some white boy. That okay in our book."

"Yeah?" Reiko asked cynically. "Since when?"

"Look, some rivals are tearing shit up, making us look bad. No cats'll want a bar of us it we're all black militant, fuck the world."

"I guess." Reiko looked around at the other racers, popping clutches and burning wheelies in their modded up sports cars. "How many ya think are stolen?"

"Can't say. You wanna piece?"

Reiko nearly drooled at the prospect. "Yeah. For sure." She headed over to where one of the cars was stationary. "Hand over the fucking keys."