Makos Message: It's kind of amazing how little information I could find on gun care. At least in regards to how often to clean them and the effects of neglect. Lot's of stuff on how to clean and store them though. The best I could get was, "Clean them every time you fire them, your life could depend on it." and a vague, "Once a month" for non-fired weapons, so that's what I went with. Be sure to let me know what you liked, what you didn't, and why.


School is starting to drive me crazy.

I was doing okay at first, but it's getting harder and harder to sit still and focus. Not just in school, I feel like this all the time now, but in school I'm supposed to sit still and pay attention to the teacher. What makes it even worse is that during my dullest class I have a perfect view of the playground, and with each passing day it looks more and more like an obstacle course and I'm itching to run it.

I'm seriously tempted to just go out and just free run all over the damn thing.

But, that could give me away.

I mean, the point of the costume is to engage the enemy on your terms. You can find them but they can't find you. I guess that's why it's so rough on cops. Their identities are on public record. We have our costumes as a shield, all they have is the law and numbers.

Makes trying to take down people who employ car bombs and drive-bys all the more ballsy when you think of it that way.

I should give Marcus a hug.

But seriously, the last thing I need is to give anyone a reason to connect cute little Mindy Macready with "Show's over Motherfuckers"-girl.

It's still really tempting.

There is something that I do need to risk though. Something that's been gnawing at me for the last few days.

All my guns need to be cleaned!

Yes, Marcus disposed of all the guns left in our War Room after the assault on D'Amicos penthouse, and D'Amicos goons looted Safe House B, but those weren't the only weapons at our house, and there is still Safe House C… and they need to be taken care of! They're just sitting there, getting grimy and dusty and it's driving me nuts!

But I can't get to them.

We need to fix this.

Dave said he'd take me to get them when he got his license, but that's still a few weeks off. I don't know if I can wait that long. I'm seriously considering just taking Marcus' car while he's asleep.

Dave says not to do anything rash and that he has everything under control. It's cute. I don't know how much longer I can hold off on it though. Most of the guns hidden way in at the house are okay, but the guns at the safe house haven't been cleaned in over a month. Just the idea of them sitting there getting dirty and sticky makes my skin crawl.

I need to stop thinking about this or I'm gonna go nuts.

Fuck it. I'm running the playground.

I caught up with Dave before he left school and asked him to stick around. Katie seemed curious as to why, I just told her I needed his help with something.

She asked if she could help, and while I was trying to come up with a polite way to tell her to go the fuck away, Dave just said, "Nah, don't worry about it. I'll catch up with you later."

The expression on her face was priceless, little miss perfect had no idea what to make of that.

He waited until she was out of ear shot to ask what I wanted, and I told him I wanted him to time me.

"Doing what?" was all he said.

I took him around to the playground and said, "Say hello to my new obstacle course."

He grinned and laughed, "Alright, lets see what you can do," he said pulling out his phone.

As he set up the timer I plotted the course. After what he said I really wanted to show off, but I needed to keep it kinda tame incase anyone saw.

So, I decided on: Run up the slide, jump down, run across the see-saw, jump through the swing sets, over the tunnel things, through the wooden fort, roll under the bridge, up and over the arched ladder then back to Dave.

"Nice" Dave said as I came back for my time.

I grinned and said, "That was just a warm up."

I did two more laps before stopping and started adding it up to get an average time.

Suddenly he said, "Ya know what? I'm gonna give it shot."

I smirked at him, "Oh, this'll be fun to watch."

"Hey, have some faith, will you?" he said and grinned at me as he took off his backpack.

He snagged his foot jumping through the swings, and he nearly fell off the arched ladder, but his time was only ten seconds behind my average.

"Well, how'd a do?" he asked, slightly out of breath.

I glowered at the time, "Obviously the course was too easy," I said and tossed him the phone.

I was actually impressed, but there was no need to tell him that.