<strong>"Gang activity? No; explosions aren't 'gang activity,' they're terrorism,"</strong>she explains, knowing this from a position of power.<strong>"Once they get the datapad we'll be dropping into one of their pickups, they'll spin it as having broken up a fight between terrorists and... the gang. Darklight blew up the building as a last ditch effort, police escaped unscathed, but they were able to eliminate a dangerous gang and cease the drug plague they were operating... trust me, they're not blaming either of the dragons, but they're not giving up a chance to stick it to Darklight and simultaneously making them look better; doesn't do them good to PR-otherwise... and that is why faking your death will also work, Nei..."</strong><br/><br/>The trip was quiet - thankfully - as nobody was terribly concerned about paying attention to them. Good; she wanted it to stay that way really. Her apartment was also in a decent-enough area, large enough that nobody thankfully really recognized her, and her neighbors... well, she didn't interact with them... ever really, they might not even be there, though she knew she had ones upstairs and below. Nobody really was looking for an apartment her size out here anyway, at least not at these costs, and when there was a known officer...<em>was</em>a known officer living there. Hopefully that wouldn't change...<br/><br/>Luckily she knew where the police boxes were by heart, and dropping one off wasn't terribly hard to make look slick; nobody went near them unless they were a police or legit, so basically as the cops were responding to an explosion, they area was completely deserted. Into her building - actually a decent-looking place - and up to the thirteenth floor of four... irony never failed her, that might have something to do with her lack of neighbors too.<br/><br/>She snuck up to her door, unlocked it, and almost as soon as she did she was hit by a taller, fast-moving fem-blur.<br/><br/><strong>"Lealvrordrusross Dol!"</strong>she huffed out as she gently swatted his rump, then kissed him on the forehead as she usually did.<strong>"Must you be so rough with Mommy? Always after a long day... and that's a new little sheer thing for you isn't it? Ugh, it's cute on you but you need to make them buy you things in blue to match your eyes before you stick it in their ass!<br/><br/>"But it went... about as well as you'd imagine... and this is Nei... she's... Mommy is helping her out, she's... in a position like Mommy is now... minus the debt..."</strong>Doll turned to Nei, gesturing to her son.<strong>"Nei, meet my son, Lea... the sole-surviving heir to the 'late' Captain Dol of the the city's SWAT unit... yes that's me, yes I'm 'dead', no I don't want to talk about it, yes that's why I knew <em>how</em> to make you do the same easily enough. Lea, can you go get the medkit; you need to get one of my bullets out of her chest and patch her up... don't ask why one of my bullet's in her chest. I'm getting a drink, then I'll come assist..."</strong><br/><br/>Then she'd have to go meet a certain someone and report the success of her job, after screw it she wanted a drink, her meds be damned...