“Well…”  Pathfinder started, still very much<em>not</em>-looking at Kanae.  She exhaled after a few moments of silence.   “We might be able to get away without any sort of disguise whatsoever.  Especially if we don’t leave around anyone who knows it’s us.  The street-level info I got on the Sons indicates that they’re not really up there with most of the serious gangs.”   That leveled with what Kanae had heard from the First Nation guys.  They’d said that the main reason the Sons hadn’t gotten picked off yet were that they had started out in a place that was short on big gangs – Snohomish.  The Redmond Barrens or downtown Seattle had plenty of them, but Snohomish was pretty much small-time land.  Because they were expanding out into Everett and Redmond, and only on a limited basis, they pretty much evaded the usual turf problems.   “Redmond, though, is heavy gang territory.  There will be plenty of blame to go around.  And no novice ganger will believe that a group of them ten strong was pulled down by two girls.”   True.  They certainly didn’t look the part of hardened killers.   “We’ll have to be careful, though.  No heavy weaponry.  Strictly street-level stuff: handguns and the like.  Skill will have to be the deciding factor in this…”<br/><br/>And now, she gave Kanae the longest look that she’d ever really gotten.   “Though, you probably use your magic to do all your fighting for you, don’t you?”   Not that there was a problem with that – meant one less gun to clean up after.  Pathfinder already had the weapon in mind that she was going to bring to this particular fight…