Ch. 4
Anna was staring out the window when a sharp rap on her door startled her. She was at home, one of the few days a month she didn't have to 'work,' and it was starting to rain. Lovely, "Yeah, who is it?" She said as she threw open the door. "Makoto!! What the hell?!" She dragged him inside and slammed the door shut behind them. Running into the bathroom she grabbed the nearest towel and flung it over his head.
"What the hell? Didn't you hear the news; this is going to be a really nasty storm. You don't even have an umbrella! For Christ's sake, Makoto!" Her exasperated voice trembled slightly as she realized his eyes were slightly unfocused, glasses streaked with rain and his clothes sticking to him in weird ways from the moisture. "Come on, we gotta get you out of these!" As she started to pull off his jacket the boy's hand flashed out, striking her outstretched hand away.
Lightning flashed as Makoto pulled the towel over his head before letting it slip to the floor. "Sorry, but I didn't come here for that. We have a rat problem I need to take care of, in the meantime, it'd be better if you called in sick and waited out the storm here." He threw a paper wrapped object on the kitchen table before heading back for the door. Pulling it open partially, he turned in the doorway and looked back over his shoulder, "You might need that, just in case...and Anna? Thanks, for everything."
Anna stood blinking into the fading light as the door closed behind him. Slowly she walked to the table and unwrapped the item. Her hands went to her mouth as the gun clattered to the floor. Her breath was ragged as she whispered into the night, "What the hell is going on Makoto?"