"Thanks, luv, I won't forget this."<br/><br/>Sachiko pulled her scooter in to Wolf's place and left it there, informing him she'd be out for a while and asking the ganger and his best girl to keep on eye on her clinic and Eudialyte's old werehouse for a while.  Sachiko's place looked after itself.<br/><br/>Striding through the ruins of a dozen old werehouses, she found the one she'd renovated and locked up, slipped inside, and changed.<br/><br/>Trading cute black leathers and pink halter for grey camoflouge fatigues--she hoped the meet was in someplace where she wouldn't stand out too much, her pocket secreatary had already found her an adress for THE Sports Bar, She slipped her shades over her grey-green eyes, the only visible sign that she wasn't pure japanese, then checked that her van was ready to go.<br/><br/>Medical equipment, check.  Automatic stabilization unit wired for the Awakened and with all her medical info programed in, check.  Machiene gun with four clips of standard rounds and four clips of gel, check.  Katana, check.  Attuned and half atuned foci, check.  Wrist tranciever wired to biomonitors for the perspective team, check.  Yamaha rapier mounted in the back of the mag-locked and warded van, tank full and all lights green.<br/><br/>She pulled the big van out, filled it's tank and checked the air pressure on it's tires, then hopped back in, strapped into a four point safety harness--she did better under pressure with motorcycles than cars--and followed the directions to THE Sports Bar, looking for an out of the way place in back to park the big van and scanning the people moving in to see if she was going to have to change back into Kokoro's threads to blend in, or if she could go in in paramiltary garb, without her gun and sword, of course.