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Akemi kept running, her tailcoat riding the thermals behind her, lips fixed open, panting. Her stiletto boots made their signature clacking sound as she continued dashing about. She whipped around another corner, her tailcoat snapping from the force. Flying elegantly behind her, it would twist, whip, snap and glide on the thermals. Akemi finally found her self a nice, shadow-ridden dead end and slunk down the wall. A bullet had grazed her cheek, and another had grazed her shoulder. The black bag containing the stolen weapons grasped in her hands, she grinned through panting.