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Tera Reed

"Me? Tera Reed: smuggler, gunslinger, and faithful dog."

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a character in “Gunpoint Justice”, as played by Havek

Description

|| Tera Reed ||





Innocent. Guilty. None of that means a damn thing. Only survival.




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|| Theme Songs ||
Normal||Great Day to be Alive||
Fighting||Tear Away||
Emotional||Shout||



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|| Full Name ||
Tera Annabeth Reed

|| Age ||
27

|| Gender ||
Female

|| Sexuality ||
Bisexual

|| Role ||
Enforcer Three

|| Face Claim ||
Revy | Black Lagoon




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|| Hair Color ||
A dull black that is not in any way special. It does not change tints when the light glances off it from any direction; in fact, there is not a single poetic thing about it besides how utterly plain the hue is.

|| Eye Color ||
Emerald, but her eyes tend to dull to jade when she is on the job.

|| Skin Tone ||
Olive

|| Height ||
5'11"

|| Weight ||
159 lbs.

|| Appearance ||

It is fair to say that Tera stands out in a crowd. Not due to beauty, but because of how exotic she looks compared to others around her. Being from an American-Greek descent, she looks nothing like the people around her and tends to only share their black hair. Her light olive tone skin, hard emerald, almond up-turned eyes, wide shoulders and hips set her as a foreigner despite the fact that she was born and raised in the slums of Tokyo. Her olive skin is far from unblemished as numerous scars litter the surface from small slashes on her legs and arms, a large cut that runs down the side of her thin neck, to a bullet wound that is only half an inch to the right of her spine and exits three inches to the left of her naval as well as a large tribal tattoo that stretches across her right arm and up to her neck.When the initial shock of her general appearance sets in people can appreciate the certain wild and rough nature to her looks, well, the few people that can appreciate such things. Tera is by, no means, a classic beauty nor is she the dainty woman that is the rage of Japan, no, she is the very much opposite. She tends to stand taller then most women, and many men, and her body is heavily toned with muscle that ripple under her olive skin when she moves. She cannot tear shirts by flexing, but she looks anything but soft and dainty.

Tera's hair adds to her wild look as it tends to be frayed and frizzy barely contained in a loose ponytail that allows thick strands of black hair to fall along the side of her face leaves no guess that brushing it is not something she tends to do. Her face would be considered comely with her softy, plush pink lips, sharp thin nose, high arching brow, and high thin cheek bones, but they are overshadowed by her strong jaw and the hard look in her eyes that take away from the beauty of her large smile. It is a shame that her wild beauty can never be appreciated as despite her large, friendly smiles which would light up any face; her unfathomably deep emerald eyes tend to draw in and crush the spirits of most admirers.

Her figure matches her large statue as she is blessed with curves, one cannot say soft curves, but curves. Her large breast and wide hips make for the highly sought after voluptuous hourglass figure; however, even then Tera finds a way to make even that pale. Despite her figure that would fit perfectly on any seductress or mistress, Tera comes off more as a wild predator.






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|| Personality ||

Tera is not an easy woman to understand. She is energetic and friendly, yet harsh and uncaring. The prime thing to understand is she cares only about herself. She has always taken care of herself, always defended herself, and has only ever had herself. Everyone else, no matter who, means nothing to her. She can smile with them, laugh with them, share a cigarette with them, but when it comes down to it; she has no qualms with putting a bullet in their head or a knife in their spine because that is the way the world is. Tera is not an idealist who believes in, 'Peace and Love!', 'Justice!', or her favorite, 'True Friendship!'. People are vain, selfish, and greedy. They are rotten at their core, and Tera knows this better then anyone as she has seen it, lived it. One could almost say she is paranoid because she doesn't think in terms of, 'Would they betray me?', but rather when they will.

Despite that, Tera does like being around other people. She likes to laugh with them, share things such as ice cream with others, because she is still a human being. She is a social creature who craves conversation and human interaction. She doesn't want anything deep just something light and fun that she can enjoy without it coming and biting her in the ass, but no one should ever confuse her friendliness with true friendship. She doesn't have friends. She has never had friends, and she doesn't believe she needs them, in fact, she prides herself on her self-reliance. Tera considers herself to be strong while most others are weak people hiding in the shadow of those who are strong enough to do what they are too cowardly to do, and this leads her to despise, and even hate, the average Japanese citizen. They are so quick to roll over, so quick to do what others want them to do or expect them to do; it sickens her. She takes pleasure in ruining their lives in any way she can, heaven forbid they grow spines.

Death is something Tera is very familiar with, and to be honest, she is terrified of death. She is not the one to make the sacrificial play. She cares nothing for the lives of others because she deeply believes that only her own matters. Everyone looks out for themselves, and if she didn't do the same she would already be dead. People are nothing to her... Killing them, ending their lives, doesn't mean a single thing anymore. She is numb to it all and understands, on a primal level, that it is them or her, and she will always choose herself. Men, women, children, it makes no difference to her. Pulling the trigger and ending a life has become so easy that if she ever truly thought about it; it would probably frighten her.

|| Likes ||
  • Ice Cream
  • Smoking
  • Drinking
  • Jokes
  • Swimming
  • Violence
  • Movies
  • The Stars
  • Knives
  • Compliments
  • Trying out new food
  • Pigging out
  • Meat
  • Sleeping

|| Dislikes ||
  • Being Touched
  • Snow
  • The law
  • Being talked down to
  • Being watched
  • Idealist
  • Tomatoes
  • Reading/Writing
  • The 'Innocent'
  • Her birthday
  • Most 'common' Japanese people
  • No Smoking signs, she tends to ignore them.

|| Weakness ||
Pride | Tera is a proud women and will never ask for help nor does she take insults well.
Touching | She hates being touched which includes: Handshakes, hugs, essentially, any physical contact.
Distrust | Despite her friendly, happy nature, Tera trusts no one.
Ignorant | Tera has no formal education, and so is not nearly as book smart as even the average citizen. She tends to have to read aloud and prefers to avoid it all together.

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|| Personal Strengths ||

Coldhearted | Despite her extremely friendly and hyper behavior, Tera has absolutely no concern for the lives of others. Men, women, children, none of them truly concern her. "A total disregard for the lives of her fellow man." Is what is written in her files, in her mind, shooting a hostage to kill the target is a viable solution. She will never hesitate, so it is a good thing that those decisions aren't usually left up to her.

Weaponry | Having used to run a, very large, weapon smuggling operation Tera is skilled in the use of various firearms from the dominator to older models of firearms to even various explosives. She has a particular fondness for knives.

Knife Fighting | While not formally trained in hand-to-hand combat, she has a lot of experience in brawling, but her true expertise in close range lies with knives. She considers knives to be weapons and tools. She considers them particularly useful in interrogations.

Street Rat | Tera grew up in the back alleys and slums of Tokyo. She knows the underworld like the back of her hand, and more importantly, knows where to go and who to squeeze for information.

Smuggler/Thief | Despite being 'out of the game', Tera still has ways of acquiring goods. Legal and otherwise. She generally employs this to get herself cigarettes, but if the circumstances call for it or her inspectors tells her too; she can acquire various items and goods given time. She is also competent in picking locks and picking pockets; however, she is by no means an expert as she is a little rusty at both.

|| Personal Weakness ||

Addiction | Tera is addicted to smoking cigarettes and drinking. She tends to get extremely cranky and rather unbearable to be around as she enters withdraw. If her withdraw goes far enough; she will be able to do little more then shake and convulse.

Herself | Caring nothing of the lives of others, she values her own very highly. She will not sacrifice herself for anyone, nor will she risk her life if there is no reason to, no matter how important it may be if she does not believe she could get out alive.


|| Usual Psycho-Pass Level||

Tends to be around 168, while rather high, her Psycho-Pass is incredibly stable and rarely rises or falls by any large amount. She is known for her brutal efficiency and disregard for human life.

|| Biography ||
Keeping it as short as I can. Don't want to blind someone with a wall of text.

Life isn't easy for an immigrant. No matter what era or nation, the life of an immigrant is generally one of destitute and shame, and it was just so with Tera. Tera's mother, Adonia, fled America, particularly, a wealthy American business tycoon by the name of Arnold and ended up in Tokyo, Japan. It was not the original intended desire as Adonia had planned on going to China and then fleeing to one of the various southern Asian countries to disappear, but two things stopped her: her pregnancy was starting to make it difficult to travel, and her 'patron' a captain of a freight ship was tiring of her company, and so she was forced to disembark in Tokyo. What hopes Adonia may have had were dashed by the cruel truth of reality. Adonia had no skills, she could not even speak the language... there was only one real profession a beautiful woman with no job skills or ability to speak the national language could preform, that of prostitution.

Prostitution, generally, does not allow for a nice suburban home or cozy apartment. Adonia, and the newly born Tera, lived in a run down roach hotel in one of the worst parts of Tokyo. A place where murder, rape, human trafficking, and even organ harvesting took place. It was not the place to raise a daughter, but there was no other choice, and Tera can't complain. She can't miss what she never knew, and so this is where she spent her early childhood being home schooled as, understandably, Adonia never let her roam the streets. Tera can't say to have many fond memories of her mother as most of the time her mother was working, and when she did come home she tended to be badly beaten and bruised, but they survived. Somehow. Until a week before her tenth birthday. It turns out her mother was pregnant, and her mother was fairly certain it was her pimps, but her 'provider' was having none of it. On that night, three men broke into their shack, beat, raped, and killed her mother as she hid in her closet trying to ignore the screams and whimpers... but worst of all, was the silence. After the men had left... the silence that hung in the air broken only by the occasional pleas of mom.

The next five years Tera spent on the streets as a thief, pickpocket, and informant for various gangs and thugs. It was a hard life which usually had her sleeping alone in alleys under what cover she could find or hiding in dumpsters from angry thugs. Tera started to believe her life was turning for the better when she was invited to join a smuggling ring; she assumed it was because of her skills, but she was wrong. In those five years she had started to fill out, and while she was a street rat; she was a pretty young thing, and a small group of men took notice of that. Once she entered the meeting place she was attacked, beaten down, and taken on the concrete floor of an old abandoned factory. What little innocence she had left was taken from her not three blocks down from where she and her mother used to live, but the men did take her in if only to continue to use her. Years of self-loathing followed, as she hated them, hated everyone, and she hated herself, but while working with the small group she learned the art of smuggling. Tokyo was changing. Technology was rapidly advancing and the police were cracking down which cut down on the supply of already illegal guns but raised the value and demand of the few ones that remained. The leader of their small time smuggling ring was Agato, a filthy old man with missing teeth. He had been her first kiss and her first kill. He is one of the few she can remember, Tera can close her eyes and still remember the look of surprise on his face when he came to her room, sat down, and had a rusty pair of scissors slice through the flesh of his neck. In that moment, Tera felt alive. As if all her life she had been wandering as nothing more then a shell, empty and hollow, but now she had purpose. This pathetic mans life... by taking it, it gave her own meaning. Drunk on vengeance, hatred, and a new purpose she hunted down the rest of the members that raped her. The ones that had taken 'care' of her for the last three years... and let their blood flow.

Over the next eight years Tera built a smuggling empire. Drugs, people, weapons, if it was illegal she was smuggling it. The police dubbed her group the, "Blood Packers", because of how they smuggled many of their weapons and drugs in. They would hire homeless people, the poor, and even children and then slice them open hiding small parts of hard plastic guns or small bags of drugs inside of their very own bodies until they got to certain drop sites where they would be once again sliced open and the parts would be removed and then assembled and sold. Many times the surgery would not go as planned, or the item would move around inside of them making them bleed profusely, many of them did not survive, but there was never a shortage of people willing to do what they had to in order to get food. Another, less creative, means was to have ships drop wooden crates off the coast with a GPS tracker and then pick it up. Of course, there were risks with this as they could be intercepted, or occasionally, the crate would spring a leak and sink. Many times Tera would purposely sacrifice a base and some of her men just so that they would be busted and the police would back off a little believing they had dealt a major blow to her operations, but everyone was sacrificial to her.

Tera Reed, the leader of one of the largest smuggling rings in all of Japan, was finally caught by an inspector, but not in the manor most criminals were caught in. She wasn't cornered or out-smarted, she was betrayed. Her second in command, Kyo, had always been ambitious, but he had also been a coward which was why he was always her number two. Smart enough to get the job done, too much of a pansy to take her position. A major Yakuza family approached him and gave him the backing, and courage, he needed to bring her down. When unloading a new shipment of, 'human resources', her men turned on her. Luckily, it turned out that a certain Inspector had been hot on her trail for a long time and had finally found where she was currently at. Due to the unforeseen interruption, Kyo was rushed and had to make do with only shooting her once in the back and fled, falsely believing he had killed his former boss... For some reason that Tera can still not fathom the Inspector saved her... granted she now works as an Enforcer which is little more then a slave; it is far better then being dead.

She has been working as an Enforcer for a little under a year, but most of it was 're-education'.







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I am so going to need another cigarette after this.

So begins...

Tera Reed's Story

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Time: 8:30 AM
All Inspectors and enforcers will be going to their office since its a new day at work! The Artist is still at large, and they are currently after one of the murderers that works for him. [view case files for name]

Also, its Inspector 2's second week here at the HQ.

Rooms:
Inspector/Enforcer 1 & 2 share the office.
Inspector/Enforcer 3 & 4 share the office.

Note* that even if they are apart, this group works altogether and will converge later on.

The setting changes from Tokyo to Publice Safety Breau HQ

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#, as written by Havek
|| Tera Reed ||


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The grating sound of metal rubbing along a rough surface filtered through the room in an, almost, relaxing rhythm. The 'room' resembled more of a cell with gray concrete walls, one small window that was near the roof and way out of the reach for anyone who did not grow up near a nuclear power planet, and a large metal door that lacked a handle on the inside. The only furniture was a small bed that a half-dressed woman was laying on her back with a large ka-bar knife in her hands running it through a small hand-held knife sharpener.

The peaceful, tranquility was shattered by a loud pounding on the metal door. "Reed, it's time for work.", came a loud brisk voice. Tera turned her head towards the door, "About fucking time. Really, what is with this room? Can't I at least get a dresser?" She complained, but complied swinging her legs off and standing up letting her bare feet touch the cold floor. Over a year, and they still had her in a cell. Well, she gave them points for intelligence. If anyone could break out of the Enforcer fate, it was her.

A slot on the door opened and a small bag was pushed in, plopping on the floor, "Get dressed. I will be back in five minutes.", Reed ran up to the door pressing her chest and cheek against the metal door, "Aw, you sure you don't want me to walk around half-naked? I thought you guys were into that kinda stuff. Buy me some ice cream, and I might even let you kiss my ass."

Tera frowned as she was rewarded with only silence. Damn, it was as if she was working with the Inspector already with all the silent treatments, "You really know how to hurt a girl's self-esteem." She muttered at the door, perhaps he was still there and if so, it would be amusing to see if she could make him feel guilty. It hadn't worked yet, but what else was she to do in this place? It took her two months of complaining to just give her the knife under the condition that she push it out the slot before they opened the door.

With a flick of her head and a huff of annoyance, Tera bent down and scooped the plastic bag into her hands, "Let see what we got here." She mused to herself digging into the bag, "Oh, look a white men's shirt, black slacks, and blue blazer. Just like the day before. And the day before that. Don't go out of your way on my account. They do know I ain't a guy right?" She muttered, oh well, fashion was never really her thing to begin with.

A few minutes later, Tera was standing in her 'new' outfit. Her old outfit and her knife inside the bag that was pushed out of the slot. Right on time, the sound of a metal latch being undone was followed by the door swinging open to reveal her kind, thoughtful jailer. Taka... something or another. From what the secretaries were saying in the bathroom it seems her Jailer just got divorced, and all the gossip was about rather his wife was sleeping with the delivery boy, the neighbor, or both.

"Here.", He said thrusting the sheathed knife and a hair-tie back at her. Really, what was the point of her handing over her knife if they gave it right back?

"Thanks." Tera said with a roll of her eyes, "Well, you know, as always it has just been a wonderful time." She said dryly turning on her heel to storm down the hallway and past the other numerous cells that were for the, 'flight risk', like her. Walking away, Tera waved her arm at him, "Tell the wife, I said hey."

-Ten minutes and three security checks later-


Coming to the closed door of her Inspector's office, Tera pushed the door open with far more force then necessary sending to slamming into the wall behind it, "Oui, missed me?" She asked to no one in particular. While it may seem like someone just being a prick, she slammed the door to see if she could spook her dear mister inspector. Guy was too rigid and far too observant for her liking.

Not waiting for an answer, she moved over and dropped herself into the chair across from Geoffrey's desk, "Hey kid." She said offhand, not looking at Shouichi as she had her mind on the task at hand.

"So what is on the agen...", she started before her voice died off noticing the cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips, holding out her left hand to him, "Mind sparing one?".

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Character Portrait: Seiren Torai Character Portrait: Takeru Kazami Character Portrait: Tera Reed Character Portrait: Sakiko Uenomi Character Portrait: Hayato Itsuya Character Portrait: Shouichi Byakurai
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Hayato Itsuya
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Hayato surprisingly was able to stop the urge to smack the newcomer. The enforcer who had walked in was a constant annoyance to his side, and he could never get used to his stupid ways or that retarded nickname he had given him. It worse then the other white haired inspector stupidity...or just about the same.

Like most inspectors, he ignored the comments that came out of the enforcer's mouth. It was never really important, and half the time...like now for instance. He had just decided to ignore the comment, as he continued to go through the history of the cameras and other case files. It was just annoying he had to deal with this alone. Where was the new girl...Uenomi right? He held back a sigh, as he took a glance toward the man. He could never fathom on how he had such a high psycho-pass yet acted like a little brat...which was only one of the reasons why he didn't trust him.

Though, that enforcer's talking was countered by Seiren, much to his relief. He didn't feel like arguing today.

A beeping from the holographic wall brought his attention back to the screen. Clicking on view, the camera brought up a video surveillance of a motel called "Hagekure." He zoomed in, to see a hooded figure turning slightly to see his full face tahnkfully. Clicking pause, the video stopped, and he zoomed in. More buttons pushed, facial recognition activated, and confirmed the match was at least 87%...good enough to check out. The video said it was 3:47 AM today.

Did that mean another body was in the possession of that screwed up bastard? A frown entered his features, as he scowled slightly at the screen. It was also possible that it wasn't him, or he'll be gone for that matter.

It didn't matter, though a loud voice rang out of nowhere. He winced a bit, as the voice echoed, the scowling deepening further, as he looked toward the new comer. There was the new inspector. He sighed, before just saying a single phrase.

"Your late."

With that said, he clicked on a button, and the holographic wall quickly lit up, and he sent it to the other inspectors. It was a lead, so he'd have to go over it with them later when they met up. With that done, he turned to Seiren.

"Torai, Get some security drones around the Hagekure Motel. Geru might be there right now." He said coolly, and quickly before turning toward the new inspector.

"You, come with me." He said curtly, before turning and walking out of the office. He did slowdown his pace a bit, just so the girl could follow.




Shouichi Byakurai

ImageThis time he was able to hear footsteps before the quiet inspector made an appearance. Usually, he would say at least a word of greeting and he'd jump out of surprise...he should attach a bell to him or something...like a cat... but it seemed like today, he was actually paying attention, focusing on the quiet footsteps that signaled the other's arrival.

Shouichi shot him a grin, and responded back happily. "Morning Geo-kun! Having a nice day so far?" He asked, the childish grin never leaving his face. Shouichi had made it a habit of at least trying to get that quiet introvert to talk to him, more and more everyday. He'd like to think it was slowly working.

Though before the other man could respond, the door opening, revealing the dark hair enforcer. He laughed a bit at her question when she walked in, before waving at her with his hand up.

"I missed you Tete-chan! Good morning!" The stupid looking grin never leaving his face as he spoke. It was a common thing for her to come in like that, so he had gotten used to it. Even the "kid" nickname didn't bother him at all...well it never did in the first place, but it was a weird name.

He was at least a year older then the woman.

Though, he did hear the question that she asked the other inspector, and he sighed. It was really hard to be in the room with two smokers. He didn't want lung cancer. Luckily Mako-chan didn't smoke. Speaking of which, where was she?

"Tete-chan? Geo-kun? Don't smoke in here! The stench always stays in here." he asked, putting his hands together in a begging form of sort. Though that easy going grin was still on his face.

Though while he faced away from his computer, it let out a short light beep, to show new mail had come in.

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The door slamming against the wall did nothing to surprise Geoff. He simply lifted his gaze to the perpetrator and leveled a stare that asked her to not do that. He'd rather his office not have a doorknob shaped hole in the wall. When the door rebounded and slammed back into it's grooves, his gaze simply dropped slightly and a gust of air was exhaled out of his nose. He blamed himself really, for not expecting that. He was not unfamilar with the attempt to evoke a rise out of him. However, she was going to have to do better than simply slamming the door. Geoff had the patience that would make even a saint seem like an impetuious child. Perhaps the only thing saintly about the man, really.

He reached into his jacket and retrieved the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out of the pack and offering it to his enforcer. To supplement it, Geoff then withdrew a lighter and laid it on the desk for Tera as well. Gods knows everyone had their vices, and he was far from the last person to judge them for it. When Inspector Byakurai pleaded with them to not smoke, Geoff thought about it for a moment. Only for a moment, and after that moment passed he inhaled and let a billow of smoke gently roll out of his nose. He already tried to accomdate for the man by not blowing the smoke in his general direction, he wasn't going to completely give it up. He needed something to sooth his nerves, other than the silver flask.

Answering Tera's unfinished question, Geoff pressed a couple of buttons on his holographic display, the result of which brought the last known image of Akira Geruna up on the wall. The Inspector then leaned back in his chair, taking his time to inhale on his cigarette once more before he spoke. "Him," He answered. He was on the agenda, hell he was their agenda. Geoff simply stared at the image, committing every grainy detail to memory again. The man needed to be caught, he was their link to the Artist-- though he made note to not mention that name around Inspector Byakurai. Geoff wouldn't be much of an Inspector if he didn't notice the way the man's eyes darkened when the name was brought up. Geoff sighed and shrugged, asking the room as a whole for, "Suggestions?"

Sure they could wait for the security bots to get a hit on his face, but that just made Geoff feel as though he was sitting around and waiting, wasting time that could be used to do something. He hated that feeling.

The same beep that came from Inspector Byakurai's computer echoed through Geoff's own, and though the other Inspector was facing away from his, Geoff was not. Leaning forward, Geoff's hands danced across the holographic moniter, reading as the went. His hands paused for a moment and he nodded. Well, that's one, he thought to himself. One last keystroke brought up the contents that Inspector Itsuya had sent them on the all, including the video feed.

Geoff parted with his chair to stand and get a closer look at the video feed. Cupping his chin in his hands, he silently studied it for a couple of long moments, running the information through his own analytical mind, measuring the chances, and gauging the possibilities. With all of the options played out, he then turned and looked at his partner expectantly. He wondered what he had to say about this. His last question still remained unanswered.

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Shouichi Byakurai
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The white haired man sighed a bit dramatically as he saw the billow of smoke rise from the other inspectors nose. Well, he tried. Shrugging it off, the scent didn't last that long, thanks to the air filtration device and conditioner the office had. They needed something since the windows don't open. He munched on his sweets that he bought, as the other spoke out toward his enforcer and him as well. A single word had formed from the other man's mouth.

"Suggestions?"

Shouichi tilted his head to the side questioningly, as the other inspector spoke. Suggestions... Besides catch the bastard and tear him apart from limb to limb? He shook his head slightly, to banish the thought. He kept having thoughts like that, whether he liked it or not.

Which honestly? He did not like it half the time.

Though images of an unknown face being teared to shreds was a pleasant thought now and then. Namely when he visited Rie's grave or her mother, who he feared would one day go off the deep end and kill herself. He visited whenever he came back from work, and told her when he left. But he couldn't have his thoughts here...not yet anyway.

He clicked around on his computer, as he noticed Geoferry had pulled it up on the holographic wall. He skimmed through the email, his lavender eyes looking focused for once. He felt the corners of his lips pull into a smirk-a cruel one at that. As he played the video feed on his computer, he shook off the smirk that had played out, replacing it with a smile. Shouichi somehow forced out his normal, chipper tone when he spoke out.

"Ah! Haya-chan's really on it today." Shouichi forced out a short laugh at the end, as he stood up leaving the treats he had bought on his desk. He looked at the video closely, as it was blown up on the wall.

His lavender gaze had hardened into a deep purple, as the video paused on Akira Geruna's face. The probability chance was around 90. Usually when cases had a 90% chance, it was usually the person they were after. A glare had hardened, and smile faded as he looked at the wall. Shouichi stuck his hands into his pockets, and glanced at Geoferry, to see he was studying him, and waiting for him to awnser. A grin played on his face.

"Well, it seems like a good lead enough to follow. Better then the others we had so far!" well, more like the first lead ever since they found the man's profile.

"If anything, we have to get him before he makes another kill. We still have a chance if we get him now. If he makes another kill, he'll go off the deep end and loose his sanity. At least, that's how normal killers act..." He paused, as he glanced at the screen again. Then again, he may not be a normal killer. People usually go insane after their second kill, or their first kill. That's the mentality as they begin to feel "stronger" or "superior" to other people. Akira Geruna may be a type of person to not really care about killing, and has the potential to kill plenty more before his Psycho-pass rising.

"Unless he's one of those types who becomes a sociopath. Then he'd retain enough sanity for us to use after making a second kill." He added, the smile still not coming back as he looked at the wall as he finished his thought. He glanced at Tera. "Your opinion Tera?"

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"I am sure you did. It's hard to live without me." Tera said tucking the cigarette butt in her lips and picking up the inspectors lighter, flicking it on and leaning into the flame. The second the tip started to take light and the smoke lazily wafted upwards; she felt her body relaxing, and her anger at her suspicion that the guard at the third checkpoint only stopped her to pat her down because he was a sick bastard leave her mind. Oh, yes. Well worth the lung cancer.

Tera took a long drag from the life stick and turned her head blowing a bellow of smoke at Shouichi. If frowning mothers and signs couldn't stop her from smoking where she pleased; the kid wouldn't be able to. Plus, he should be glad, that was the closest he would ever get to her lips.

With her need satisfied, she leaned back into the hard chair and crossed her legs idly studying her dear inspector. Tera noted he looked the same as he did everyday, and she wondered what he would look like in a Hawaiian shirt. It would be adorable. Not that he would look good, but with his serious attitude and dour personality; it would be hilarious. She imagined it would look like one of those little kids who were given an terrible sweater from their grandmothers and sat on the couch pouting.

Tera couldn't fight the small half-smile that worked it's way across her lips and around her cigarette. Yes, he is so getting a Hawaiian shirt for his birthday.

Her thoughts were interrupted at her inspectors question. Tera gave the holographic display a one over. She had seen it a few times as this case had been everyone, besides her, obsessions. At some level, Tera admired the 'Artist'. He had a flair for the dramatics and was reasonably intelligent. God knows it was becoming harder to preform decent murderers in this day and age, yet the man was pulling it off nicely. An added bonus was he made most of the people here flip out, it seemed only her inspector didn't get... angry at his mention. Well, there was stick-up-his-ass, but Tera could feel a difference between him and her inspector. A primal one.

Terra took another puff on her cigarette; they wouldn't like what she would suggest anyways, so she decided to keep her mouth closed. She was just muscle. Before the kid could say anything, which is a feat in itself, the holographic display turned to a video that her emerald eyes tracked. Well, at least I might get to shoot someone.

It didn't surprise her that after the video ending, her dear inspector was mulling it over. He seemed to do that a lot. The kid was wasting no time showing his enthusiasm. Personally, Tera found it hilarious how the kid acted when someone dropped the A-word, but her inspector wasn't to fond of it. Maybe because it brought down efficiency? Or worse, that he was just an nice guy. Given that he sparred her life, she lent more to the latter.

Tera took her time examining him. Just as she thought the first time someone showed her a photo of the newest inspector on their case, the only attractive thing about his was his eyes. Despite his calm, and almost boring, exterior he had beautiful eyes. She should have cut them out when she had the chance. Those eyes have caused her a lot of trouble over the year or so.

Blinking out of her stupor, she turned her head to the kid, "Meh, it's as good a lead as you will get. Personally, the more he kills the better." She said with a shrug, "Guys like him. They love it. He is just going to get more exuberant with each murder, little ones won't give him the thrill. The bigger the murder and 'art' display, the higher chance you have of catching him." She said with a bland, bored tone. She didn't expect them to catch him until then. Until the body count went higher, when the artist started to work on his 'masterpiece' that was when he would slip up. She didn't expect them to believe that or even like it because it was their job to stop it before it got that far, but Tera was banking on that moment.

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It was a scale. Geoff said nothing to dispute his enforcer's words, because she was completely in the right. Killers like him did it for the sheer thrill and nothing more. This art was simply a man stroking his own ego through the murder of innocent women. Had Geoff been an emotional man, he too would have been angry every time his name was brought up. But fortunately or unfortunately as it may be, he was not. He was a creature of thought and calculated responses. Anger would only serve to cloud his mind.

But there was a scale. While his enforcer was more than happy to let the killer rack up more kills before being caught, Geoff wanted the man taken in before any more lives were lost. When does the outcome outweigh the causalities? He wasn't just going to sit around and do nothing while waiting for him to make a mistake. Tera of all people knew how Geoff worked. He would hound this man just like he hounded her, and in the end, even he would be brought to justice. He just hoped he didn't end up an enforcer like Tera did.

However, Geoff was a practical man. If Akira Geruna wasn't caught, and he wasn't interrogated, then the Artist would strike again, if he hadn't already. That much was a given. He had no notions of trying to save everyone from this killer, even he wasn't that much of an idealist. The best he could hope for was save as many people as he could. And that started with finding this kid.

Kid. Akira was only eighteen. It was hard to remember that when reading over the crime reports. This boy had ruined his life for the Artist. What was he getting in return, Geoff wondered. What did the artist have over these people to make them commit these crimes? They had so many questions that they just didn't have answers to. Geoff took another drag of his cigarette and pushed his hair back again, eyes still leveled on the garbled image on the wall.

As he stared, the gears in his head started to whirr again. They had options now. It was a lot better than where they were moments ago. They had a lead, and they shouldn't squander it by sitting around and staring at each other doing nothing. Not when there's a chance they could capture Akira. They needed to do something. Inspector Itsuya had probably ordered security drones to the motel, but they were little match for a human mind of flesh and blood. Holding an inner debate with himself on his options, Geoff grew withdrawn for a couple of moments.

Finally deciding on something, Geoff turned toward Inspector Byakurai and Tera and spoke. "We should go," He said simply, turning back to his desk and pressing a series of buttons. The map to the motel took the place of the image, and next to it was it's wireframe. They should be there if Akira was to be captured, and if they only found another crime scene waiting instead... Well, they would already be there. Even if there was nothing, the boy could have left some kind of clue or evidence for them to find. Geoff saw no reason to stay in the office when something could be done there.

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Shouichi allowed a happy smile to play on his face, yet his eyes were still hardened into a glare. As soon as this Geruna kid was caught, he'd have a lead. After that, he'd have a person..then a set guy to tear apart.

It'll work fine either way. If not, then they'd at least be able to get rid of another one of the Artist's contacts... but how much more did he have? Tens...maybe twenty more. There was so many holes that they didn't know, and it bothered him.

He gave a nod in agreement, before speaking. "I'll send him a notice we'll be going ahead of his team. That way he won't get too mad." He said, as he clicked on the silver band on his left wrist. A screen opened up, and in a series of buttons, the mail was sent quickly.

With that, the white haired inspector looked at the other two, before speaking out.

"I'll go down and get the car ready." With that said, he walked over to the desk. Lifting his wrist, a small white part lifted up to appear as a scanner. A green beam shot out, and instantly captured the information of the hotel onto the small device. Shooting them both a grin, he turned and all but ran out of the office.

His enforcer was nowhere to be seen, so he would have to leave her behind for now. They'd be just fine for now with just one enforcer. After all, the Geruna kid hardly looked like someone to be taken seriously. Tera should be able to handle him no problem.

Though he would have to probably get some dominators released.

The elevator door shut in front of him, and he clicked on his gadget once again, having the screen float up again. Clicking on the holographic pop-up, he requested the release of three dominators. It was approved, as the Inspector walked out into the parking lot.

"Inspector Byakurai, your request have been approved. Please proceed to transport car #3."

The pop up said. As it flashed off. Well, that was fast. With that said, he easily found said car and opened the door.

The dominators would already be in their carrying case in the car, so he didn't need to waste anytime checking.

The Inspector easily slid into the driver's seat, and he quickly scanned his ID into the car.

After all, who used keys no days?

He downloaded the information to the built in GPS and in no time he was already speeding out of the parking lot, braking with a loud 'Screech' noise as he got to the front of the building. He quickly called upstairs, and his cheerful voice sounded throughout the previous office he was in.

"Geo-kun! Tete-chan! I'm downstairs for you two!" Faster they did this, the better chance they would get to Geruna....then to the Artist.

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"Alright! Lets go.", Tera said, truly excited for the first time that day. Going out into the city only happened when her inspector went out as she wasn't allowed to openly wander the city, and her inspector always struck her as a more of an inside guy, and when someone had to sleep in a small cell every night just to wake up and sit in an office all day, going out was the highlight of her day. Being able to rough up a stupid teenager way in over their heads was just an added bonus.

Send a notice so the stick-up-ass didn't mad? Tera blew out a large pillar of smoke, "If it floats your boat." She said with her lungs temporarily clear from the smoke. Tera hopped out of her chair already wanting to be out in the sunlight. She never realized how much she missed things until she had none of them which was funny in itself because she had nothing most of her life. It was a depressing circle with her ending up with the short stick. Even a simple walk was far more exciting then it once was even if it was from a purely business standpoint. Which it always was. Talking a walk with their enforcer just for the sake of going on a walk wasn't exactly the norm.

Knowing she wouldn't get another chance until they got into the car, Tera pulled the cigarette from her mouth and tapped it over the ashtray on his desk, "After you, Inspector." Tera said waving her left hand to the door.

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Geoff stared at the wireframe map of the motel, committing every detail that might even possibly become important to memory. This had an effect of making his Enforcer waiting for him. He rather be slow and prepared than fast and reckless. This thought caused him to glance at Tera for a moment before flashing back to the map. Eventually, Inspector Byakurai's voice rang out, indicating the car was waiting for them. Another moment passed without a sound and finally, Geoff became satisfied with his preparation. He turned and nodded, adding his own ashes to the ashtray and exited the office, taking point from his Enforcer. However, thanks to the Inspector's delay, they left just in time to hear a crash and sound of glass breaking.

That was not a usual sound for the office's to make and he paused in his step in an attempt to ascertain what exactly that sound meant. He needn't wait long, as Inspector Itsuya came storming from down the hall and slammed the door to his office open causing another crash. Geoff could do nothing but watch with dull curiosity. What the hell was going on over there? he asked himself. The answer soon came from Inspector Itsuya himself. Well, the words weren't exactly aimed at him, but he could hear them clear as day as loud as the man was shouting. The implications were... Unfortunate. Oh, and he had gotten a new partner too. Bless her heart, did she really know what she gotten herself in to?

He then turned and looked at his own Enforcer ans shrugged. No doubt she was probably loving this, and fortunately it wasn't Geoff's problem. ""Please. Try not to do that in our office," He not so much as commanded, but pleaded. It would be awkward for all parties involved, and Geoff just didn't want to deal with that kind of trouble. Still, through his exterior Geoff found a little humor in the situation, though nothing on the outside betrayed that. He spared another moment or two to just glance in Itsuya's general direction before shrugging and moving on. They had a job to do.

They descended the stairs and left the building, Geoff taking the shotgun seat for himself. He said no words to his partner, only a nod of appreciation. He adjusted his blue Inspector coat, and then pulled up the previous video feed from his bracelet, just to be doing something other than sitting and waiting.

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Tera waited, maybe not patiently, for her inspector to finish his analysis of the holographic display. She couldn't fault him for his caution as she used to have her deal sites scooped out for days, but after being locked up for so long she wanted to be out in the sunlight. Even if she was going to be on duty and couldn't enjoy it, she still wanted to be anywhere else besides where she was 'forced' to be.

The kid's voice came out of the communications bracelet, and Tera tilted her head idling wondering if he had gotten her Dominator. It had taken a little work to saw off the grip on the left side of the handle, but it was what she had to do. Her Ka-bar knife was missing the grip on it's right side to the point where it was completely flat. She tended to hold her knife against her gun and by having both of them flattened; it made it easier to hold them and quickly use her knife should she not be able to use her Dominator for whatever reason, and the guys at the requisitions office were quite pissed when they got their Dominator back missing half the handle. The new one they issued came back the same and after a few fights and arguments; they relented pushing her off as a lost cause.

Tera's musings were cut off by a loud crash, and instantly, her hand went to her knife pulling it free from the sheath and pressing her back to a nearby wall, peaking out from the door her inspector had just left. It wasn't until she head Inspector Itsuya's voice screaming at someone that she relaxed and slid the knife back into her sheath. She let out a steady breath to help herself calm back down; she didn't do well with sudden noises like that. If she had a firearm, someone may have gotten shot, but really, who goes around touching each other on their desk? Tera shook her head, whatever they were doing sounded incredibly interesting to the point where she wanted to run over, point, and start laughing, but she didn't think her inspector would like that. Hell, the guy didn't even seem to like...

"Please. Try not to do that in our office," Tera was too shocked to reply. It didn't come off as a command, and damned if she didn't think it was slightly funny, but there was no way he could have intentionally said something even slightly witty.... Not that he lacked the brainpower to make something up, just that she didn't peg him as the type. The tone, not a command, almost like a request. Should she be glad he didn't try to order her around? Or insulted he thought she would break his electronic toys? Both? Tera shook her head to clear the confusing thoughts, sending her loose ponytail flying behind her. It wasn't worth the time.

The walk was oddly quiet. Usually she would pester him to pester him, but she just couldn't get into it. Couldn't even fake the enthusiasm. When they arrived at the car, Tera slid in the backseat and waited a whole seven seconds before crossing her arms on the back of the kids seat, "Did you get my gun?", it was a good a place as any to make one final comment before becoming who she really was.

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Shouichi blinked at he heard the door open, and the other inspector slid into the seat quietly, with nothing but a nod. Shouichi shot him a grin in response, as he felt the car's back door open, and in slid the enforcer. he looked at her through the rear view mirror, and laughed a bit at her questions.

"Of course I did Tete-chan! I can do that much at least!" With that said, he pulled the joy-stcik looking handle into drive, before pulling out of the driveway and onto the main road. Shouichi turned too look at the GPS. The arrival time was about twenty minutes.

He frowned a bit at that, and sped up more, easily surpassing a few of the city's speed limit. The black car had a official stamp on the side, that clearly held the department's symbol, so it wouldn't matter as much. He could have sped up even more if he wanted to, but that could cause accidents along the way.

The car was always quiet when he drove with the three of them. Even if Mako-chan was in the car it wouldn't have made much of a difference. With everything, he wished sometimes he had a more talkative partner, so the drive wouldn't be so boring. Keeping a smile on his face, he glanced at the woman in the back before speaking.

"Hey, Tete-chan. Are you alright with going in alone?" It was protocol to send in the enforcers first, and usually she had his enforcer with her. He didn't doubt her fighting skills, just more of the stopping herself skill. They needed this guy alive, and hopefully not too injured.

As he turned the last corner, he stopped the car in front of the motel.

The motel was just one building, like most were. All the rooms could easily be seen, and the check-in desk was simply a room with a glass screen, like a ticket booth. Taking his ID card out, he slid it back into the case before opening the door and getting out. With a fast pace, he opened the trunk before taking out the case that held the dominators.

He placed it on the ground, and in a moment it expanded so it could be bigger and taller for easier access. The case opened side ways, and revealed three dominators sticking out. He picked up his, and watched as it activated a voice spoke into his head.

"You have been authorized as Inspector Byakurai Shoucihi. Dominator will now function."
The light blue glow of the gun signaled it was connected, and ready to go. Smiling to himself, he called out to the other two.

"The video feed said he was in room 1-0-6. I'll inform the management of it." With that said, the inspector jogged towards the glass window.

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Tera leaned back comforted by the knowledge that her Dominator was in the trunk; she would have preferred to have it, but since the target was probably not going to be packing anything more then his fist, knife, or maybe a bat, she could deal with it. Attaining firearms was risky and, more importantly, expensive, so she doubted some punk teenager could manage to get his hands on anything of that caliber.

Like always the drive was silent which didn't bother her at all. She preferred it this way. People could get emotional in times like these, and emotions got people killed, if they were lucky at least, if not then they ended up living with disfiguring wounds or being tortured.

Tera turned her head staring out the window at the buildings as they zipped by, but her eyes were dull as she took in what she could from the moving environment. The cattle. The people heading this way and that to their meaningless jobs. Stopping. Going. At the beckoning of signs. Going through the motions of their lives, could they truly call it that? Living? Pathetic. All of them. Nothing more then sheep. She felt a small tug at the corner of her lip, Sheeple, that was what they all were.

"Hey, Tete-chan. Are you alright with going in alone?", Tera didn't bother to turn her head to Shouichi, "I'll be fine," she said blandly. It wasn't that she liked to assault a possible lunatics location alone, but that she didn't see any other option. They could come with her, but as far as she was concerned, they would get in her way far more then act as half-way decent meat shields. The kid was a kid. She wasn't sure about his combat skill, but he lacked the mentality needed. The will to drag the blade across someones throat and listen to them choke on their own blood. Her inspector? He was soft, and he didn't look like he could dish out anything, but that was her job. She was his muscle. On the bright side, this particular potential lunatic was nothing compared to her, but it only took one slip up to end a life. Still, considering the situation, she was probably not their favorite option either. If the lunatic proved too crazy for her taste, Tera fully intended on ending his miserable life. Their case meant nothing when she put it on the scale against herself.

The car stopped outside of the small one-level motel, and Tera gave it a one over. She had done a few drops in places like this, displayed some 'merchandise' from some of her human trafficking deals in them as well. Cliche, but it was well known way of doing illicit affairs for a reason. It worked.

Tera slid out of the back seat and bent down next to the case to pick up her Dominator. The robotic female voice sparking to life the second her fingers brushed the hand, "You have been authorized as Enforcer Tera Reed. Dominator will now function," Tera gave it an experimental look down the sights, feeling the weight in her hand, before nodding with satisfaction. It was, indeed, her gun.

Turning her attention to the doors, she scanned them until her eyes fell on it. One-hundred and six, staying crouched to stay out of sight, Tera made her way to the door stepping heel first to keep quiet. Stopping at the door, she closed her eyes and listened, trying to hear any sound from the inside, but wasn't able to make anything out. She could pick the door, but with a motel room that small there was a good chance he could hear her tinkering with the lock and bolt. Direct approach it is.

Tera slid her ka-bar from its sheath and stood up to her full height. Pressing the blade handle to the guns, she gave the door a powerful kick. Normally, doors would take repeated kicks, but a cheap door and lock on a two-bit motel wasn't built to take that kind of abuse. The door flew open, and Tera moved in. The sight wasn't uncommon, but it wasn't what she was expecting either. The blood was everywhere, and the teenager was drenched in it clutching a knife over a dead woman's body... or what was left of it. It didn't take her super inspector to tell her what happened.

"Drop the knife," She ordered coldly as if she had found him sitting on the couch and watching television instead of standing blood drenched over a corpse. She paused only for a moment to check the psycho-pass level.

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A loud noise ecoed throughout the silent room. The bright sunlight easily penetrating into the dark confines of the room. The boy blinked, wincing at the harsh light, as his eyes focused on the woman in front of him.

Another lamb? So soon?

Was it alive? or not? Did it die? Or was it already dead?

Wait...a gun? So the police? What to do?

"When cornered. Attack. Fight back." Anwsered the voice in his head.

The knife in his hand, still slick with blood raised up. The handle was slick with the dead lambs blood.

Throw it. Fast. Hard.

Aim for the Neck. Throat. Chest. Head.

The heart.

With great force, Akira's knife shot out of his hand, and headed for the enforcer. He picked up another knife by his foot, and threw it in right after the first one. The second knife was a pocket knife, with a two-inch blade.

Next he held a butcher knife, still bloody and no doubt one of the main cause of the dead body that stained the room right now.

Can't kill yet.

He didn't say.

Though if she dies...then was she alive?

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Tera was slightly surprised to see such a low rating, but her surprise was cut off by the knife flying at her. Thanks to the hesitation in the boy, and her own paranoia; Tera wasn't caught by surprise at his actions as in his shoes, she would have done the same damn thing. Moving to the left, the knife flew by and stabbed into the wall. Great. A druggy, Tera mused. There was no way he could throw such a large knife without it twirling like that unless he was pumping on adrenaline, and if he was a drugged up lunatic then her job just got a lot harder. Taking him in alive was looking less likely every second.

She took a few steps forward only to stop as he picked up yet another knife, this one a small pocket knife, and threw it at her. This time, the blade was moving too fast too close for her to dodge, but since the knife was ass heavy, it tumbled in the air and smacked her blazer with the blood-smeared handle. If the boy had been a trained killer instead of only seeing shit in movies; she would be in trouble, but Tera was lucky that people imitated shit in movies that they wouldn't be able to do in life.

With only the large butcher knife left, Tera doubted he would throw it. If he missed again it would mean he was, for lack of a better word, screwed then again, did lunatics normally consider such an action? She knew that reading of 95 was utter crap. Tossing the gun on the ground, Tera approached the bloody teenager with crouched knees switching her knife to her right hand. Moving slowly to not leave herself open, she tapped her bracelet to contact her inspector on the outside and let him know what was going on before he barged in and made this a real mess, "Suspect found. Psycho-level 95. One victim, dead. Resisting. Need three minutes."

With that very brief bit done, Tera continued to slowly close in on him moving her left hand and her ka-bar knife in slow, random motions to keep his eyes distracted. When she got close enough, she jumped into his arm reach, but in truth, it was a feint.

Some teenager who had probably never been in a proper knife fight? She was willing to bet he would strike at her as soon as he could, the second he swung, she would jerk back and then come in before he could regain his stance. If she could, she will grab his arm and slice open his elbow. If not, she would settle for his closest leg.

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The motel was laid out exactly how he had studied. Along with replaying the video feed over and over, Geoffrey had also downloaded a couple of pictures of the motel in question. He knew the exits and the entrances and even the most likely route Akira would take if he attempted to escape. However, considering the nature of his Enforcer, he highly doubted his ability to get too far. The woman was tough as a nails. It wasn't so much her failure that worried him, but maybe completing her job too well. They needed the man alive. This being said, if pushed into a life or death corner, he knew Tera would choose life in a heartbeat. And he couldn't fault her for that choice either. Hopefully, that choice wouldn't have to be made. He was, after all, still a kid, and she was a hardened criminal.

The last one to step out of the vehicle, Geoff paused halfway out the door to size the motel up one last time before climbing out in full. He took his time and picked his own dominator, the female voice ringing in his own head as well. He turned the weapon over in his hands a couple of times, examining it for any defects or nick. Satisfied with the state of the weapon, he tucked it into his jacket as well. While the state was fine, he disliked the weapon overall. All weapons put a sour taste in his mouth, and one that could read someone's state of mind was no different.

As Tera began to make her way toward the motel room, while Byakurai went for the glass window, that left Geoff sitting on the hood of their vehicle. He continued to further scan the area for anything that would prove important. He was sickeningly thorough, always scanning, always investigating, always thinking before making any action. Thus was the case now. He watched with keen eyes as Tera kicked down the door to the room, and that was his cue to move. Following in her own footsteps Geoff made his own way toward the door, though with a severely delayed space. If he was needed, then she would call.

And call she did, though of course it wasn't a plea for help. Rather, a request for time. He cursed inwardly as she counted off one victim in the room. They were too late to save them, but hopefully their death wouldn't be in vain. Tera had a chance to take this man down, and bring him in for questioning. He just hoped she remembered that.

He slid into position beside the now open door and peaked in for only a moment. Jerking his head back before either of them could see him, he noticed how they seemed to be engaged in some kind of knife-fight. Geoff knew Tera's proficency with the knife and registered the three minutes she had given him as optimistic. It wouldn't surprise him if it took much less. But she asked for three and he'd give her three, and after that he'd make his own move. Either that, or he heard a noise he didn't like. Replaying the memory of the room back over in his head, he'd already planned his next couple of moves if his hand was force. There was a chair he could easily throw right next to the door.

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As the female enforcer came closer to the him, he struck. The butcher knife sliced nothing but air though, as the woman jumped back, before sinking her knife into his arm.

Pain.

Bleeding.

Blood Spilling.

Was this how a lamb felt?

There was no cry of pain, and instead, he watched as the blood left his body through the hole the woman had just caused. Blinking, he looked at the knife in his hand, before looking at the woman.

A knife too.

What about the gun?

Akira blinked again before tilting his head to the side. The knife clattered to the floor, and his other hand snaked out and grabbed harshly at the woman's wrist, digging his nails into her flesh. He could feel his blood slicking his own hands, and he pushed against the woman, as an attempt to throw her off balance, or cause her to stumble. This pushed the blade further into his arm, but he felt nothing.

As he felt the blade penetrate deeper into his body, his leg shot out attempting to give a round house kick towards the left side of woman's abdomen. As his leg struck out, he using his grip, he attempted to keep her off balance at least a little to knock her down.

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Yes. He was on something that Tera was certain of. The man took the stab in the elbow far better then anyone else would have been able to do, lunatic or not, unless they weren't in a state of mind to feel pain. Luckily, it wasn't the first time she had to face down drugged up killers before. Smuggling drugs in lead to many cases of those types of enemies. Sometimes they were simple poor addicts trying to steal, other times it was one of her own men with a serious addiction, and rarely, another gang was trying to move in, and one of them had a serious problem.

The stab wasn't to cause him to drop his cleaver, but to stop him from being able to really use his arm as the joint was being held on by two flaps of skin around a very large hole. His response did surprise her in that she hadn't expected him to drop the knife. A normal man would have from the pain, but someone high on adrenaline and whatever else he had in his system? No, but it was an added bonus. It, effectively, eliminated him as a threat in her mind.

His bloody hand covered her much smaller wrist, with a bone crushing force. Tera ground her teeth together as he had one hell of a grip, but this wasn't the first time this had happened. Many people let themselves be stabbed to take the knife away, letting go with right hand, she shot her left up and tore the knife from his elbow.

The boy was leaning against her, but Tera wasn't a meek woman, and his change of stance told her he was trying to do something with his leg. A knee would be the most effective, but she doubted he would instinctively due that, and so her mind instantly placed it as a kick of some sort, but her mind, trained from many life and death brawls, had three options. The first was to thrust the knife straight up under his jaw and into his brain, the second was to smash her forehead into his nose and slice open the wrist he held her right arm in, the final was to push him. With him on one leg, it would be easy to topple him. The first and last were thrown out as she didn't see the need to kill him yet, and the last would require her to grapple with someone high on some kind of adrenaline which she wasn't a fan of. All of this done in moments in her subconscious, and she instinctively acted upon it.

There were many parts of the body that could not be strengthened. The nose was one of those. Rearing back her head, she slammed it forward aiming at the soft, and very fragile, nose intending to cause excruciating pain and blind him in one go. The second her head connected, she would slice open his wrist.