While everyone was in the lounge, not long after the game, Ms. Henshi appeared in the center of the room in a sudden zip of virtual data.  It was her calling card: no one had yet to meet her in person, if she was even in Tokyo.  She wore a black business skirt-suit, heels and sunglasses that completely covered her eyes.  She never seemed to remove the sunglasses, and they didn't seem to hamper her vision even in dim lighting.<br/><br/>"Agents," she said simply, "we have reports of one of the exo-suit gangs causing trouble."  This wouldn't normally be the job for ULTRA, but one of the normal police forces.  Although various gangs often managed to get their hands on obsolete exo-suits, the police force was more than capable of handling them.<br/><br/>Her heels tapped across the carpet as she moved to one of the walls, pulling up a virtual display.  It was obviously a feed from one of the security cameras in one of the lower districts outside the city proper, displaying a time and date of less than five minutes ago.  As people walked across the street, there was a sudden flash of flame, as if some kind of incendiary bomb had been detonated in the vicinity.  However, there was no sign of a source of effect, save for one of the suited gangers watching from a nearby rooftop.<br/><br/>"Find the source of this newfound weapon, bring it back here if at all possible, neutralize it otherwise.  Expect aggressive resistance from the gang.  Your teleporter will be active with the proper coordinates in three minutes.  Are there any questions?"  Her head never seemed to spin around, but there was little doubt that she was looking at each of them.