Hey guys! Woohoo, I'm on a roll! Three chapters in a week!

Anyway, its been mentioned once or twice that some of you would like to see TOTM scenes in comic format. In addition to this story, I draw in my spare time. Not a lot of it makes it online because its just glorified doodle work, but if there is a scene you would like to see drawn you can include it in a PM to me and I'll try to make it happen. I've done one before (The Run can be found on my deviantart, same name ponchoninjax3) but that was a while ago and I think I've at least improved a little bit. Anyway, let me know what you think of this next arc and if you'd like to see anything else. Thanks!

Yuki walked home like the letter was nothing. It was a scroll advertising a musical instrument repair business specializing in antiques. Such a thing would seem out of place if it wasn't for Yuki's extensive business dealings with shops back in Getsu. The aviary keepers paid it no mind, though. Just another flyer for Yukihana. There was no way for the Konoha shinobi to know that this was a secret correspondence that had slipped under their notice as well as the shinobi in Getsu.

Yuki walked into her apartment and headed into the kitchen. She laid down a dishtowel and plugged the clothes iron into the wall. As the device heated, Yuki stared at the back of the scroll, as if that were enough to make the letters appear. The secret message wasn't hidden with ninjutsu. The only way it could be detected, however, was if a person directly sniffed the paper. They would smell the dried lemon juice but even then, they may not become suspicious. People used scented stationary all the time. The iron light clicked on to tell Yuki it was ready. She carefully ran the iron over the back of the ad, watching how the words appeared like magic on the page.

Yuki grinned as she read the message. They had found the bastard.

…

Beki shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Yuki was late. Either that or she was in the trees watching for Beki to drop her guard. Even on days where they weren't scheduled to train, a snowball would come for her out of nowhere. She'd had full bags of groceries knocked out of her hands, so Beki was forced to always be on alert. She had gotten quite good at dodging unexpected projectiles but she had almost developed a nervous tick in the process.

The minutes dragged on and Beki tugged at her collar. She was used to the weight of the armor but it was always stifling. At least when she moved around there was a little relief. "Yuki, it's been fifteen minutes. If you don't show yourself soon I'm going home."

There was no reply. Beki scanned the trees again, looking for the faintest glimpse of white. From behind her she felt the sudden rush of a snowball. The armor warmed against her hand and guided her hand up, intercepting the snowball. It impacted against the backside of the gauntlet, spewing tiny snowflakes on Beki's neck. "There you are."

"Sorry I'm late," Yuki skipped up. "I just got some good news."

"Did you finally find something to fill the gaping hole where your heart should be?" Beki asked, completely straight-faced.

"Not yet," Yuki grinned. "Since you cried so much about the smoking, I need to find some other vice. Maybe gambling would do the trick."

Beki rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Let's get to work."

Yuki held out an arm to stop her. "Before we do, I want you to consider a proposition."

"I'm listening." Beki raised an eyebrow.

"What would you say if I told you I could help you get some payback for your father?" Yuki's lips twisted in a cruel grin. "I'm going with or without you, just so you know. I thought I'd at least offer you a chance to throw a couple punches before I murder the hell out of the bastards."

A sickening heat rose inside Beki, the nauseating anger she was coming to know so well. "When do we leave?"

…

Hinata watched as Beki hurriedly packed a bag. It was obvious from the contents that this would be a long journey. The tools she was stuffing in along with her clothes also indicated that it would be dangerous.

"You can't talk about this one?" Hinata tapped her fingers anxiously. "Not even when you think you'll be back?"

"I'm sorry Hinata," Beki shook her head. "This one's an emergency diplomatic situation. Please don't worry about me though." She gave her friend a reassuring smile. "Yuki will be with me. That's worth at least a squad and a half of protection."

"I know." Hinata's eyes stayed on Beki's face. Beki had never been good at hiding her emotions and today was no exception. There was a strange shadow that had been cast over her, giving Beki's smile a cruel air and her eyes a foreign coldness. Beki's sudden departure and complete about face in attitude meant something was wrong. Hinata had a bad feeling that Beki was hiding behind her diplomatic status to go run a more sinister errand. "Do you need anything?"

Beki paused and looked around the room. "No. I think I'm okay." She picked up her back and hauled it over her shoulder

Hinata held up a hand. "Aren't you going to take your armor?"

Beki looked over at the stand. "No, I don't think I'll…" She paused, her eyes transfixed on the stand. Beki reached out with an almost reverent manner and picked up her father's mask. "Maybe just this. Just in case." Beki smiled at Hinata. "Don't want to lose any teeth."

Hinata nodded, her brows knit with concern and questions on her lips. She kept them to herself, though, and allowed Beki to pass. Unfortunately, the more work Beki took on the less she seemed herself. She wasn't seeking out Hinata or Neji's company anymore. All Beki ever seemed to do was train with her mother or lock herself up with her paperwork. Hinata knew that being reunited with a lost loved one should be a celebration but she couldn't help but notice the changes Yuki had brought. Hinata heard the door close behind Beki and let out a sigh. "Whatever you're up to Beki, I hope it brings you some peace." Hinata looked around the familiar room, memories coating the place like a fine dust. "I hope this brings you home, Beki because I miss my friend."

…

The place was seedy even in the bright of day. Beki shot her mother a doubting look and Yuki flicked her nose. "I've already run recon on it, don't give me that face."

"You're sure?" Beki wrinkled her nose. "A nightclub?"

Yuki nodded. "How easy would it be to be invisible in a place like that?"

"I guess we're going to find out, aren't we?" Beki looked down at the shopping bag by her feet. "And you want to do this tonight?"

"These people survive by outplaying shinobi," Yuki explained. "They'll catch our scent if we spend too long planning. You've got enough field experience to just wing this." Yuki looked down at the building. "I'll try to stay close by, but if something goes down you need to be able to hold your own."

"That's a lot to ask of me when I'm not decked out in my armor." Beki shook her head.

"You're relying too much on that metal, Beks." Yuki's expression was grim. "Ninjas are tools. We have to be sharp and deadly under all circumstances. If you start relying on tools too much, there's no way you'll survive in the shinobi world."

Beki sighed. "Yeah, okay, whatever. You like to forget my abilities leave me naked in public when the fight's over. Pretty hard to blend in when you're a tall blonde girl fleeing the scene stark naked."

Yuki shrugged. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll strip too. Two is less suspicious than one."

"No!" Beki palmed her forehead. "That isn't the solution I'm going for here."

Yuki tugged on her arm. "Let's bounce. I'm getting a feeling."

Beki nodded, grabbed the bags, and followed her mom as she led them across the rooftops.

…

"This is gross." Beki stomped her foot at the sight of herself in the mirror. "I look like a whore."

"That's the idea." Yuki was busy teasing her own hair to incredible heights. "You want them to look at everything but your face."

Beki tugged at the top of her neon green strapless dress, trying to get it to cover more of her breasts. Her mother had shown her a trick involving wearing a bra that fit, stuffing it with socks, and then putting on a bigger bra. After she'd put some make up over them, Beki's boobs were porn star sized and jacked up to her chin. Her efforts to cover herself more only succeeded in revealing more of her rear. "Could we have maybe picked a longer dress? Something that covers my boobs and butt at the same time?"

Yuki rolled her eyes. "No, Beks. For the last time, you aren't you. What the hell kind of kunoichi training do they give you guys today? You have a body! And assets! You're supposed to use them for the benefit of your village."

"I do! Clad from neck to ankle in armor!" Beki folded her arms, boosting her breasts even higher. She sighed in frustration and dropped her hands to her hips. "I'm an ambassador's daughter. I never had to stoop to selling sex."

Yuki laughed aloud. "You say that like it's a good thing! That's like saying you're proud you never learned how to use taijutsu or something. The ability to transform yourself as the job requires is an essential skill. Do you know how many times I've lured men to their death this way?"

It was Beki's turn to roll her eyes. "Yeah, I get it. You flash your tits and they just throw themselves off rooves."

Yuki shook her head. "You forget I worked as a stripper for several months in Konoha. I didn't just flash my tits, I convinced a group of highly trained shinobi that I was nothing more than a stupid sex worker. I can doll you up all I want, but it'll be your job to sell that you're nothing more than a slutty valley girl."

"Cha, like this?" Beki tossed her head and imitated the obnoxious voices she had heard party girls use.

Yuki snapped her fingers. "Now you've got it."

Beki sat on the bed with her knees clamped shut tight. It hardly mattered; the dress came up so high that when she was sitting her pink thong was visible anyway. "This is horrible."

"Quit your whining or I'll make you wear even less." Yuki gave her a menacing smile. "You could really rock a skimpy two piece with that long torso of yours."

"Nope!" Beki hugged herself protectively. "I'm good!"

"How's my makeup?" Yuki batted her long, dramatic eyelashes at her daughter.

"You look like the dead hooker they find at the start of an episode of a crime show." Beki folded her hands on her knees.

"Good!" Yuki beamed. "That was the look I was channeling. Okay. Last step." She took out a body spray bottle that looked like it contained a swirling galaxy inside. "We overdose on body glitter."

Beki stood with a groan and held out her arms. Yuki started spraying her down with the noxiously sweet liquid. "I smell like cotton candy and ice cream had an illegitimate love child."

Yuki sniffed her. "Blue cotton candy and vanilla ice cream."

"So glad we can agree." Beki smiled disdainfully only to squeal in protest as her mom started rubbing the body glitter into her chest. "Stop!"

"No, they have sparkle with every step!" Yuki wrestled with her. "Use them to distract from your face!"

After about ten more minutes of Yuki smothering them with glitter (to Beki's chagrin, Yuki decided they needed hair glitter as well), the pair put on their shoes and headed out the door. The heels were both 6-inch-high platforms also covered in sparkly overkill.

"They won't need to know what our faces look like," Beki looked behind them. "We're going to leave a trail of flipping fairy dust behind us!"

"Psh." Yuki rolled her eyes. "All of that'll burn off you when you go Maiden."

"You think I'm going to have to turn in there?" Beki gave her a concerned look, almost turning her ankle on a sidewalk grate.

"Definitely." Yuki's walk was unaffected by the insane shoes. She moved as if she were made for them, making the neck breaking heels look glamorous. "There's a good chance I'm going to have to go full Yukionna in there as well." She stared ahead with determination, a cruel smile creeping onto her ruby lacquered lips. "It's the big leagues now, sweetheart. We won't survive if we don't go all out."

Beki took a deep breath and centered herself. She reached into her tiny handbag and felt her father's mask for reassurance.

"Here we go," Yuki smiled at her daughter, reaching out and taking her hand. "Follow my lead."

The line to get into the club was wrapping around the building. Instead of getting in line, Yuki walked right for the front door. The bouncer was built like a bulldozer. He had to be almost three hundred pounds of muscle, covered in threatening looking tattoos. The man looked them over like meat. Beki looked at the stupid smile on her mother's face and imitated it. The man waved them in without a word. Beki waited until they were out of earshot before she turned to her mother. "Why'd we get to just walk in?"

"A) We're hot," Yuki held up her fingers as she ticked off her points. "And B) we look like we have money. It's how the world works, sugar."

The music inside was deafeningly loud, unlike anything Beki had ever heard before. The bright lights were flashing, making everyone move like monsters. "Here," Yuki pulled Beki to a small table with chairs so high Beki worried about dismounting them in their shoes later. "This is where we'll scout."

"You still haven't told me what we're looking for." Beki rested on her elbows, ignoring how her breasts practically spilled out on the table. "You think Yasahiro will just be walking around, out in the open?"

"No." Yuki crossed her legs provocatively. "There's more than likely some sort of secret meeting space or a VIP area where they'll be keeping him. We're watching for people to disappear. Who escorts them, where do they go, how we can sneak in."

Beki nodded, feeling her eyelashes poke her right under the eyebrows. Yuki had curled them back painfully tight and had plastered them with mascara. Beki thought her eyes looked like tarantulas. Yuki assured her this was normal. The minutes stretched by and they watched the bodies sway. Other tables were carrying on their conversations much too loudly for privacy but out of the necessity of the loud music. A waitress eventually approached them to take their drink order. She was wearing barely more than they were in the form of fishnet stockings and slightly more reasonable heels.

"Hello ladies," She beamed. "What can I get for you?"

Beki blinked, trying to recognize the face between flashes of blue, purple, and pink. "Miki?"

Miki's face froze for a moment, the smile a little too forced and her eyes widened with surprise. She considered Beki for a whole moment before relaxing. "Beki? Is that you? I hardly recognized you under all that whore cake on your face."

"I know, it's horrible." Beki sighed.

Yuki raised an eyebrow. "You know the waitress?"

"This is Miki," Beki gestured to her. "Miki, this is my mother. Yukihana."

Miki wrinkled her nose. "Didn't you give me some moral lecture once about how Orochimaru killed your mother and that by extension made me a horrible person?"

"Turns out she wasn't dead, just locked in her own ninjutsu." Beki gave her a friendly smile. "What're you doing here?"

Miki sighed. "Working, obviously."

Beki rolled her eyes. "I get that, but what's your angle?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Miki cocked her head. "This is a little outside your jurisdiction."

"I'm looking for my uncle." Beki explained. "He's supposed to be in the building somewhere."

"Dressed like that?" Miki furrowed her brow. "Does your uncle have some kind of incest fetish?"

Beki gave her a dirty look and Miki chuckled. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. Let me guess, this is the one that offed your pops?"

"I mean, if you wanted to put it as insensitively as possible, yes." Beki looked at her mom. "We think he's in some kind of VIP area or something."

"Ooooh." Miki held her tray in front of her and rocked on her heels. "I see how it is. You guys need to find a way in, huh?"

"Yes." Yuki smiled. "Any way you could help us with that, friend?"

Miki kept a smile on her face but Beki's mom was freaking her out. She looked too young to be anyone's mother, let alone a teenager like Beki. Yuki had given her no reason to be afraid. That didn't mean that years of being around dangerously violent shinobi hadn't taught Miki to spot a threat when she saw one. As polished as she looked, there was an animal quality to Yukihana that Miki had seen in some of Orochimaru's experiments, if not in the big boss himself. It was a steely, cold, calculating look in their eyes. She was clearly intelligent but there was no warmth to her. She was completely devoid of compassion and made no attempt to hide it. Part of Miki was tempted to make some excuse and get the hell out of the club. The information she had been sent to recover was much too important, however. Her record was relatively good but major fumbles like this would cost Miki her freedom, or worse, her life. Miki's only choice was to man up and work with the monster.

"I have a target, too." Miki confided quietly. "He's the son of a powerful crime boss. They deal in weapons, drugs, and mercenaries. Some of which are members of nearly dead clans with rare abilities."

Beki's eyes widened. "You're here to collect?"

"If there are any," Miki nodded. "Or at least to get my hands on the information of where they can be found-"

"Otogakure shinobi." Yuki let out a low, menacing laugh. "This girl works for Orochimaru?"

Beki held up a hand. "She's okay, mom. I know her. I can vouch for her."

"Oh, can you?" Yuki looked Miki dead in the eye. Her gaze searched Miki's and she felt exposed, like somehow the blue-eyed woman could see into her very thoughts and memories. It cut right down to her soul. Yuki's eyes steadied, staring Miki down. "How do you feel about winter, little one? How about ice and snow?"

Miki went cold. Her hair stood on end, creeping up her body until she was covered with goosebumps. Her memories flashed in front of her: mangled bodies, flooded rooms with blood in the water. Headless corpses of people she had known. "I, um, I don't know what you're talking about." She made her best attempt at a friendly laugh. "I grew up where there weren't long winters-"

Yuki stood slowly and crossed into Miki's space. Miki held her ground. It was rule number one: you never ran from a predator. They loved the chase twice as much as the kill.

"I seem to remember thinking I heard a little mouse scratching around the floors beneath me when I woke up in the ice. I tried to be thorough, dragging all the little mice out of their dens and putting them down. I had to really want it; it was hard work. I didn't have all my powers back yet. A lot of them I had to break with my hands or turn their friend's weapons against them. Where did you hide, little mouse?" Yuki stared her down.

The air around them dropped in temperature several degrees. Miki could see her nervous breath puff out in front of her. Beki grabbed her mother's wrist. "She's not like them. I trust her, mom."

"I'm trying to help you." Miki used all her discipline to keep her voice calm and level. "You two look exactly like the type my target likes. He has access to the VIP area. I can point him out to you. I would just need an excuse to come down there, too. Like if one of you were to leave your handbags up here." Miki dared to look Yuki in her cold blue eyes, and then over at Beki. "We both get what we want."

Yuki took Miki's chin in her hand. "I killed my way out of that base before I had my powers. I no longer suffer from that handicap. Last time you were spared. Now that I know you, little mouse, if you dare to betray us…no one will be able to save you."

"Orochimaru would stand for-" Miki started but Yuki gave her chin a painful squeeze.

"What did he do after I killed an entire base full of his men?" Yuki stared her down. Nothing, Miki knew. Orochimaru even told them not to pursue the monster that had done it. Yuki smiled, as if able to read Miki's thoughts. "Now you get it. So where is this entitled little son of a whore?"

…

Beki and Yuki were relocating to a table closer to the drug lord's son. Beki reached over and socked her mother's shoulder as they walked. "Hey, what was that for?" Yuki rubbed her arm. "Careful, you'll smudge my body glitter."

"What do you mean, 'what was that for'?" Beki threw her a dirty look. "Miki's got it rough, mom. She isn't a bad person, she just works for a bad person."

Yuki rolled her eyes. "Was I going a little hardcore with the threats? Yes, maybe. That girl is about as much threat to me as a bucket of potatoes. Just judging by her body, I can tell she's not anyone important. I have to keep up the persona, though, Beks. What if she goes back and reports I'm alive and a big soft cream puff? I'd have to have a rematch with Orochimaru and I don't think the ecosystem can handle that again."

Beki shook her head. "You're right. She isn't anyone important. She just does recon."

"That's all she could do with those tits." Yuki laughed. "My god, she makes me look flat. I can't imagine her chasing down a target or running at all, for that matter. Just thinking about it hurts." Yuki rubbed her breasts at the thought. "All the painful bouncing…"

"Is that all you pay attention to?" Beki cocked her head. "Body parts?"

Yuki shrugged. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't always look."

Keeping with Miki's information, there was a greasy looking guy in his late twenties wearing an expensive robin's egg blue colored suit surrounded by thugs. There were a couple of brain dead plastic doll looking girls already with him, whining with high pitched voices. The drug lord's son looked bored out of his mind. Yuki pinched Beki. "Change of plans."

"What?!" Beki nudged her. "You've been coaching me all night and now its change of plans?"

"You'll like this." Yuki grinned. "He's used to girls being idiots and fawning all over him. When they call us over, full frigid bitch. Like you're too good for him."

Beki blinked. "Yeah?"

Yuki nodded. "He looks like he'd like to be disrespected."

Beki shook her head and furrowed her brow. "How can you...just by looking at him you can tell?"

Yuki grinned wickedly. "I was working for tips for a while, Beks. I can read men like an open book."

"Except Kakashi." Beki said under her breath and Yuki's head snapped around.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Beki returned the wicked smile.

Like Yuki said, it was only a matter of minutes before the pair were approached by one of the goons. Yuki threw him an impatient look. "What?"

The goon jerked his head towards the table. "Mr. Nakano would like you ladies to join him for a drink."

Yuki turned her hate beams on the drug lord's son. Nakano tipped his glass towards her and she rolled her eyes. "You can tell Mister Nakano it looks like he has enough bitches in tow already. My sister and I would rather chug broken glass, thank you."

Beki's jaw dropped in surprise and she stifled her first childish impulse to "oooh". The goon walked back to the table and Yuki turned her back on them with a disdainful scoff and a toss of her head. "Yuki, that was harsh."

"Hardly." Yuki rolled her eyes. "Wait for it. Three...two...one…"

"Mr. Nakano would like to prove the sincerity of his request." the goon gestured to the table, which was now only occupied by Nakano and his guards.

Yuki rolled her eyes. "Fine. Come on Suzu. Let's see what the sleezebag has to say."

Beki, now apparently "Suzu", followed along. Yuki draped an arm protectively around her daughter's shoulders while maintaining a thousand-yard scowl.

"Ladies," Nakano stood and gave them a polite bow. "I couldn't help but notice you two in the crowd."

"Heard that line before. Try again." Yuki cocked her head.

He gave a soft chuckle. "Well, you look like any of the other women here. There just seemed to be...more of a spark of intelligence from you two."

Beki looked at her mom. "Next he's going to tell us we have a great personality."

Yuki laughed. "Riiiiight?" It almost turned Beki's stomach listening to her mother use that mock idiot voice. "Come on, Suzu. We're wasting our time. He's just another dime a dozen punks using his daddy's money for street cred."

"Do you know who I am?" He cocked his head, glaring them down threateningly. Or at least, it was his attempt at being threatening. The boy was older than Yuki but came off like a kid. It was funny to Beki to see the difference between shinobi and civilians. This guy couldn't scare her if she was tied up and he had a knife in his hands. It took everything she had not to laugh at him.

But Yuki did. She laughed aloud, turning Beki and walking back towards the floor. "Let's go."

The goon held out an arm to stop them, two of the other thugs stepping up beside them.

"Let me show you."

…

The hands wrapped around their biceps were as thick as Beki and Yuki's heads. It was dark in the service hallways, the music from the club muffled by the blue acoustic paneling on the wall.

Nakano walked in front of them, his men surrounding the women as a form of intimidation. Beki and Yuki feigned fear. At least until Beki noticed one of the armbands on one of the goons. He was a ronin. Beki carefully sized them up again. They were probably all ronin, on second glance. Mean and seasoned by years being hunted on the fringes of shinobi society. As they approached the unstable looking metal stairs descending into the basement, Beki wasn't just pretending to be scared.

They were led down the steps. Beki was barely able to keep her footing between the rough handling of the thugs and the instability of the staircase. They descended two flights of stairs to reach what appeared to be a vault. "This is who I am." Nakano put his hand on the lock and the vault slid open with a great whirr.

Inside was a smaller club with a completely different vibe. The whole place was illuminated with an off putting red light, basking the well-dressed bodies as they danced to aggressive beats. Half-naked women were dancing in chain link cages all over the room and barely clad, underweight, and underage looking girls were serving drinks.

"This has to break, like, every fire code." Yuki said with a sidelong glance to Beki. Beki nodded. If she went Burned Maiden in there, everyone would die from smoke inhalation before they could do anything.

"So, what do you think ladies? Not so dime a dozen now, am I?" Nakano gave them a cruel smile.

Yuki shrugged. "I guess."

The smile fell off his face and he slapped her. Beki tensed in surprise. She had never seen someone land a hit on her mother before. Yuki cocked her head. "He even hits like a bitch."

"Throw them in the hold." Nakano fixed his jacket. "Let's see how much they're laughing when we sell them to the highest bidder."

Yuki and Beki were forced in a sea of limbs back into a hidden room with a single large holding cell made of iron bars set back into the bedrock. They slammed the door behind them with a laugh. The men milled out of the room, throwing offensive catcalls behind them.

"Okay," Beki looked at her mother. "That couldn't have gone any worse."

"Are you kidding?" Yuki beamed. "That was perfect! I saw your uncle out in the crowd. We got him, boo. Our intel was good."

"Problem is, how are we supposed to get out of here?" Beki gestured at the bars. "I can't go Burned Maiden or we'll all die."

"I got this." Yuki attempted to freeze the bars. "What the shit?" She tried again and Beki saw frost forming on the bars, only to immediately disappear. "It's been treated with something."

"Can't you just freeze the metal?" Beki shook her head. "I heard you busted out of jail pretty easily before."

"I would have to do a massive blast of chakra to do that. You want all our ronin friends outside to notice that and come in here ready to fight?" Yuki explained. Beki shook her head. After a moment, Yuki blinked. "Um…. you have any hairpins?"

"You don't have a lock pick on you?!" Beki fished around in her hair. "Here."

"No." Yuki shook her head as she tried to pick the lock. "I use my ice as tools. I don't ever really need a kit. Shit. This isn't working."

"Well, they'll have to let us out to sell us." Beki frowned. "We can fight our way out then. I'm wishing we had at least wore more practical shoes."

Yuki sighed. "You'll just have to cover me as I take them out. Make sure no one jabs me with anything pointy."

There was a small creak as the door slipped open and closed. The whole action took less than a second and it barely opened wide enough for a cat to slip through, but there was Miki. "Shit, you guys." Miki sighed. "I saw the whole thing. What were you thinking?! Didn't I tell you he was a drug lord's son with freaking shinobi for body guards?!"

Yuki shrugged. "So what if I'm a little cocky?"

Miki shook her head and fished out a lock pick kit from between her breasts. Yuki whistled and Miki threw her a dirty look. "Sorry, that's just an impressive use of your assets."

Miki rolled her eyes and set to work on the lock right just as the door opened.