“Probably is,” Kitsune helped affirm her good friend’s suspicions, even if she really didn’t have anything to base them on.  “That’s very Japanese, right?  Shy, held back, kept nice and…mmm…pure until marriage and stuff like that?”  The fox-woman had seen how Musubi had reacted to her state of undress, as well as how quickly she’d left once things had started getting steamy between the two of them.  “Probably never even had a boy kiss her before.  Lucky you.  You get her all to yourself.”  She grinned, one of her tails swishing back and forth as she thought of all the naughty things that her ‘sister’ would probably do to the Japanese girl.  Yes, girl.  She might’ve been a pro, but she was barely old enough to be called a woman.<br/><br/>“I know, sugar, I know!”  She giggled at Elisabeth’s return that she was an exhibitionist too.  “Jes’ reminding you, is all.”  The fox-woman listened, then pouted when the mage said she wasn’t going to drug her.  “Awwww, but where the fun in that?”  She got serious, though.  “But, you are probably right.  Just want to get her relaxed enough that she’s willing to play, but not so much that when it’s all over she gets a nasty attack of guilt.  That’ll definitely cause problems.”  And she would know, this sort of thing had happened in the past before.  “So yes, darling, just take it slow, be gentle, don’t rush or push too hard.  I’ve heard ‘the office flower’ used as an expression for some Japanese women.  Remember that.”<br/><br/>She watched appreciatively as Elisabeth got dressed, tilting her head and moving it around to observe from angles that highlighted the form slowly being covered by clothes.  She returned the peck that was given to her, and let her friend run her hands over her tails again.  “Of course.  Maybe by next time, you’ll have gotten her to loosen up enough to enjoy watching…or being watched.”  She gave a very salacious wink to the mage woman, and waved goodbye as she watched her go.  A giggle.  “Better watch out, koneko—chan.  She’s seen something she likes, and what she likes, she gets.”<br/><br/>_____________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Musubi had just come out of the shower when her commlink rang.  ”Hello?”  A pause.  “Oh, Miko-san, hello!”  She bowed, despite not actually being in the woman’s presence.  “Hm?  Oh, a meeting to discuss my findings?  Certainly, I would be happy to.  I will need a few hours in order to find what you’ve asked for…yes, I can recommend a place.  In Little Asia there is a shop called Izumo.  Be there in, oh, say six hours?  I will show you what I have found in that amount of time.”  She bowed again.  “Yes, thank you, see you then.”  She hung up, and turned towards her bedroom.  Okay, she needed to hurry, get dressed, and then get into work mode so that she could have everything that Miko might need – or want – by the time of their meeting.<br/><br/>“Time to go to work.”<br/><br/>_____________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Six hours later, at the shop called Izumo in Santa Fe’s Little Asia district, Musubi pulled up on her Pathfinder outside.  “Oh no, oh no, oh no…”  She had already spotted the bike that had been outside the apartment building earlier today, which meant that Miko was already here.  Probably impatient, too.  Probably.  Hurrying inside, she carried her stuff past the hostess and waved hello to the owner, who directed her to a private room in the back that he used for his special clients – like Musubi and her friends in the shadow community.  She had helped out the establishment with some harassment from local Triad members, and so now she was a preferred customer there, welcome anytime.  Reaching the door of the room, she opened it.  “Sorry I’m late!  I was grabbing one last piece of information before I came here.”<br/><br/>Truth be told, she had thought of this as not only a session for her to expound upon what she had learned, but also a possible planning session.<br/><br/>“Okay.  So Kitsune-san asked us to knock over a Lone Star precinct within the city.  Here’s what I’ve managed to find in the time that I was working.”  She laid her stuff on the large table.  “The precinct, on any given night, is home to approximately two dozen officers and a single desk sergeant who is the man in charge.  In two nights, however, there is a major sting operation going down against a group of illegal synthohol brewers, and all precincts are expected to help in the raid, so on that particular evening, there will only be half as many officers as normal.  Most of the ones left behind will be junior officers, with street experience ranging from three months to a year.  There is the desk sergeant, however, and two veteran officers will be on hand to handle less routine matters.”  She then outlined the general setup of the station – a two-floor station house, with the second floor being home to the computer room where she would need to jack in and plant the electronic surveillance net.  “Furthermore, from security camera footage, the officers on duty spend their time on the first floor, which contains the squadroom, arsenal, and other main facilities.  Upstairs, in addition to the computer room, are the forensic labs, shooting range, and other secondary functions.  There are cameras on both floors, but most of them are grouped on the front half of the first floor – only two cameras exist on the second floor, but they are positioned for maximum coverage, observing the two long hallways that intersect perpendicular to each other at one corner of the station, nearest a stairwell and elevator.”<br/><br/>She then outlined what the station had on hand to defend itself with.  Each officer carried a sidearm – most of them the infamous symbol of Lone Star, the Ruger Thunderbolt heavy pistol – but a couple carried the Ruger Super Warhawk heavy revolver, including the desk sergeant, and a few others had individually chosen another gun.  Those weren’t the primary problems, though.  The real firepower was contained in the armory, a room just off of the main squadroom, near the back of the station house.  Inside was a bigger weapon for every officer on the books there.  Musubi told Elisabeth that each officer had his own requested individual weapon, but there were three that were most common – an SMG, the H&K MP5-TX; and two shotguns – the Remington 990 and the Defiance T-250, all common street police weapons.  Armor was, thankfully, light – mostly limited to armor vests and jackets, though there was a single set of full body armor on hand.<br/><br/>“Oh, and as a final note,” Musubi concluded.  “The average officer goes to the bathroom an average of three point six times a night.”