The burn on his skin was starting to irritate the man that stood waiting across the street.  Kisho flicked a cigarette butt away and puffed the rest of the lung poison out.  He had grown tired of watching cars and people pass by with no real idea of what he was doing standing across Disko Katz.  Somewhere along his passage of time, he was hoping he would meet that woman again if he waited long enough.  However, as the minutes ticked to hours, and with the scorching heat brought by the midday sun slowly becoming unbearable, Kisho decided it was time to stop dawdling and actually get to work.  He was about to retreat back to the shade inside his car when he heard a noise from across the street.<br/><br/>Breaking glass.<br/><br/>Granted that Disko Katz was a high-end dance club, it was more than likely the joint itself contained valuables that can be flipped for a good price.  Now that it was devoid of people, with next to non-existent security left to watch over the place, all sorts of low-lives would probably think that it was a prime target for quick cash.  Kisho scoffed.  While he was not too keen on doing District Authority work, he was still a part of law enforcement; no matter how far their branch was from the actual thing.  Well, it was not like it would hurt him much to get an ID of the petty thieves should they make their escape his way.  If he helped in identifying the scumbags, perhaps he could use it later as leverage against the DA's when he needed a favor.  What's a few more minutes of waiting?<br/><br/>With an amused look, Kisho let go of his car's door handle.  He spun around on his heels and leaned back against his car, observant eyes landing on the establishment in question.  From his perch, he could easily see the backdoor of the club; the second and last from the two possible exit points of the joint.  In his mind, he was beginning to feel impressed at the thieves for having picked the roof as their entry point; it almost had that 'professional' feel in their dirty line of work.  Having decided against waiting, Kisho tapped twice on the protective vest he wore and immediately moved the same hand down to his sidearm.  He had just unlocked the strap that held his piece in place when the front doors of Disko Katz opened, metallic doors tearing through the yellow tape that generously barred the entrance.  Kisho's eyes widened in recognition.<br/><br/>The redhead.<br/><br/>He immediately scanned the woman across the street for any luggage she might be carrying upon her exit.  Given her history with him, (jacking Liz's car and all) it was not too farfetched to think that this woman would likely take advantage of anything she might deem valuable inside.  Suspicions however, dropped upon realization that she only had her coat with her, and... why was she bloodied?  Why is she a mess?  Suspicions immediately did a 180 degree turn.  Did she just kill someone inside?!  Then again, Kisho's eyes spotted what looked like a wound before it became covered by the coat she just put on.  Just what is the deal with this woman?  Well, her timing couldn't be more perfect.  Kisho actually needed some information from her about Specters.  However...<br/><br/>there's just no way he was going to bring her around with him looking like shit.<br/><br/>Letting go of his tightened grip on his sidearm, Kisho raised the same right hand and called her over.  From the look in her eyes, it would seem she recognized him as well.  Slipping back into his car, Kisho started the engine and waited for the redhead to come.  The idea was to get her cleaned up, feed her if needed, and then talk.  Hopefully, she was still feeling clingy like she did last night; it would help make things go a lot smoother that way.<br/><br/>Her head jerked back a little in surprise at the gesture of his hand. She didn't bother looking behind her - there was certainly no one else he could have been waving at. Yet, with the way he had been, she was utterly confused at why he would be calling her attention at all. As far as she could remember, he hated her.<br/><br/>Her dark eyes tossed to the side a moment before stepping forward. She was grateful the flow of people was light, turning her head down the street before pacing across. Though she looked pretty nonchalant, she tensed a bit, feeling the need to hold her guard up with this guy.<br/><br/>Her arms hugged her coat to her body still, leaning over at his driver's window with a light grin.<br/><br/>"Fancy seeing you again. What's up?"<br/><br/>A light tone came through the words, though she was still wary about what he'd say or how he'd react. She was still wondering why he was interested in speaking to her at all.<br/><br/>Surprised that she even decided to come forward at all, Kisho's suspicions slowly began to die down.  If anything, perhaps this individual was actually a homeless woman?  She could have been one of those fighting for shelter in the slums or probably just had herself recently 'evicted' like in most cases of nomads roaming the streets.  She could have been easily trying to find shelter in Disko Katz for the night after getting caught in 'turf wars' or something.  Still, it was awfully disturbing to see her looking banged up as she is up close.<br/><br/>He did not return her attempt at her 'forced' polite or semi-casual greeting.  Instead, he just looked at her with the usual indifferent gaze he normally carried around, carefully keeping his emotions in check.  She seemed amiable enough to talk, that's a good sign.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Get in. I want to talk to you more."</span><br/><br/>She pulled back a bit, standing a little higher, her brows furrowing at his colder demeanor. He hadn't change since they met, but how could she have expected him to. What would differ from last night til now? It was too early, and she was far too tired to deal with the manner in which he treated her last night. Even with her playful, albeit annoying habits, she still knew she was worth more than a passive greeting.<br/><br/>"No." She said simply. No flack, no attitude, just a plain word and tone, almost with a touch of disappointment.<br/><br/>Mindlessly, she dropped her coat in one hand to her side, stepping around the hood of the car and walking away up the street. She managed to swing her coat over her shoulders and fit her arms in, fumbling her shaky fingers a little to secure the zipper. Part of her wanted to turn back and ask him 'the deal' but it didn't feel worth it. With the way he had been before, she didn't want to set herself up to be snapped at again. She didn't have the energy.<br/><br/>Kisho sighed.  He knew it was too good to be true if it was going to go as smoothly as he hoped.  Well, perhaps he had been a little too cold.  Not like he trusted her or anything but she was still, after all, a person and probably demanded to be treated as such, even though she may be a tad annoying. Shaking his head sideways, he watched her walk around his car to the other side of the street and began walking away.  Goddamn it even now she can still be annoying!  Shifting the transmission stick, Kisho drove slowly to match her walking speed.  He lowered the passenger side window and peeked at her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Come on, don't be like that.  Not in the mood today?"</span>he asked her, not really expecting any answers.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Look, it won't take long, I just have a couple questions for you.  Besides, you look like hell-I can't leave you walking around like that."</span>he tried sounding a little less uncaring.  Perhaps he sounded a little too nice but he really did mean what he just said about not wanting to leave her as she is.<br/><br/>'"Don't be like that" he says' she thought to herself, a scoff puffing through her lips, eye still locked ahead. She may be aware of her annoyance, but he was arrogant and rude. Usually people like him, she passed right on - pestering him the way she had and not caring to think towards him again. Yet here she was with him rolling up on her heels in his slick (not to mention conspicuous) car.<br/><br/>No, she wasn't in the mood today. He couldn't begin to imagine the toll it takes on her when she lets go. As many perks came with her oddities, it also came with many, heavy prices. She enjoyed a joke as much as the next guy, but when people in general are exhausted, they don't tend to want to do much, especially deal with someone they're unsure of.<br/><br/>Her mind began to buzz at the thought of him though. What kind of questions could he possibly have to ask her? The only thing imaginable was that he thought she might have been connected to something he was dealing with. It would probably be a waste of his time and patience. What kind of information could she have for him? Sure she had her nose in everybodies business, but she wasn't necessarily "in the know of tight circles." And on top of everything else, he insulted her! Why the hell would she even think of stopping?<br/><br/>Even with her annoyance (ironically), she couldn't help but appreciate the sound of a ride, just then rolling her ankle in an old crack. A quick tip of her balance stopped her in her tracks, dropping her head back with her eyes sinking closed, and steadying herself with a deep breath. Her lips pursed firmly, turning quickly and taking the handle of the door. Sliding in and shutting it with a light thud, her head rolled to the side to stare out the window.<br/><br/>"What kind of questions?" she muttered<br/><br/>An amused expression rested on his features at the sight of her getting in the car with him.  He hadn't really been expecting her to oblige and he was just about getting ready to drive off should she shoot him down a second time.  No matter, she was here now and looking none too pleased to add.  She asked him what kind of questions he had for her? Well, perhaps they would be best asked if her mood lightened up.  For now this was just casual talk..<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Well,"</span>Kisho eyed the redhead in his passenger seat, slowly speeding up into the road ahead.<span style="color: #BF0000">"for staters, you look trashed. Are you okay?"</span>he asked coolly.