Akemi murmured for something at the counter, and the chef nodded. Akemi's hand slipped into her pocket, just waiting for the right time to strike.
It was about thirty minutes before the chef returned with a large pizza box. Akemi's hand lashed out of her pocket, a knife barely visible in her hand, her movements were so fast. The knife found itself a home right through the middle of the chef's hand with a loud thunk as it went through his hand entirely, down to the table. Veins snapped and spewed blood everywhere, and a collective gasp arose from the people at tables, who had pressed themselves against walls. Akemi pulled her hood up, and looked back at the people. "ANYONE who dares to even pick up a cell phone will be shot - no questions asked." She flashed the handgun, then slipped it back in her pocket. The chef was losing blood, and fast. She grinned, and let go of the knife. She grabbed the pizza box and gave a wicked smile in his direction. "Thank you sir, for you have given my friends and I a meal for the night." She said, then turned and walked out the door, leaving the chef's hand trapped under the knife, stuck to the table.
Akemi ran back to her alleyway, and saw Scar upon the shadows of an alleyway. "Come on." She smirked, but playfully. "You're gonna miss out." And with that she turned on her heel and sauntered towards where Mika was hidden away.