Yuki took the opportunity to leave her room. The place was huge, but she had to do something besides be in her room. They were out on the field and this was supposed to be the time where she could help. But then again, they must not have thought her necessary… at least not now. Feeling a bit useless already, she stumbled upon a room with a lone blonde and an array of screens as she typed away. The door opened automatically and she walked in. The busty blonde turned around and eyed her curiously before crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette.

"You must be Yuki Kanemora. I'm Shion Karanomori. I suppose you were told that you'd be in here with me, hm?"

"Sort of," Yuki admitted not really knowing what else to say. The woman was good looking, but almost unapproachable. But despite that she walked closer until she could easily read the print off the screen as Shion looked up information for the Investigation.

"Well, it's our job to give them intel pretty much. Back them up from a computer point of view. Well, at least until they find you necessary in the direct line of combat." That look came up again, her eyes reading Yuki as if trying to understand just what she was seeing. "In the meantime, sit there and get comfy. Not too much though."

The seat next to Shion was off to the side near a set of smaller screens. Yuki could practically feel the isolation already. Maybe this wasn't any different from the Rehabilitation Center after all… "So, the riots are pretty bad, huh?" Stupid question, but it seemed to catch Shion's interest.

"Public beatings and violonce. Oh I'd say that was an understatement of the century. It's been so long since we've seen this kind of brutality… or rather since the general public has seen this sort of brutality." The tone in her voice was rather harsh, but Yuki didn't feel offended by it. In fact, it was rather welcomed. The honesty was nice. "Oh, but I am curious on why your information is classified. Such as your Crime Coefficient and Hue, for starters."

"It's a long story," Yuki said simply as she saw the different names and faces before Makishima's profiled face came onto the screen. "Is that what Akane drew up from her memory scoop?"

"Yep. That was hell to go through, and she went through living that moment twice. I give her credit though, she has one hell of an iron will. Unbreakable, tempered, but unbreakable so far. She's the first person we know who lived through the gaze of that man."

"Well, there's not many who do. He's brutal and evil to the core. He doesn't think what he's doing is wrong. That Crime Coefficient is pure white, like a newborns no matter what sort of evil he does… he is someone that can't be underestimated."

"You sound like you know him."

"Know him… no. No one knows him. My family was killed by his lackeys. The only family I had left."

"I see." Shion noticed Yuki's fist tighten and then loosen as she gained her mind back. "So that's why they brought you on. You have experience on how he works. I take it it's deeper than that…. Oh crap." A call was coming in and it was from Akane. "What can I do for you?"

"I need you to see if you can find anything in the scanner logs. Anyone sneaking around," Akane requested as Yuki was relieved for the interference. She didn't want them to know yet… or rather she never wanted anyone to know.

"On it." After clicking around a few times and finding the logs, Yuki's eyes widened.

"Choe…" Yuki said quietly as she caught a blurry glimpse of his golden eyes. Speaking up, she was now worried. "Akane, Makishima's right hand man was there. It looks like he's long gone now, but he was definitely there. We'll keep you posted on anything else."

Suddenly, it was like a fire was lit under her. That bastard had his hands so wrapped around this it was his stage and he was the puppeteer. That feeling was starting to get old as she looked for anything else. That was about it… but there had to be something.

"I will find you… and I will make sure that you suffer. Suffering is a part of our life and life is suffering. Never forget that my dear Black Widow…."

That voice lingered in her mind as she heard them call in that they would take a look around. From what she could understand, many people were taken in for therapy but that wasn't important. Makishima was involved and she would be damned if she let another person suffer because of him.

"You've been damned for a long time now anyway, my Black Widow…."

That voice was like a poison and she could feel her heart rate escalate. This wasn't good. Her breathing increased as Shion looked over to her. Yuki could barely hear her as she called someone in. Was she blacking out again? Damn… she hadn't had an episode in over a year. Since that night… that winter night in the falling snow that was drenched in blood.