Mind My Alter-Ego || G & Susumu

What the fuck had convinced her to go along with this.  What insane motivation or force of nature could have possibly convinced her that this was a good idea.  Susumu had been doing a damn good job of keeping her life and her alter-ego's life as separate as possible--she used different phones and computers between the two, wore disguises to Amadeus' home and around whenever she was doing "dirty work", and the one time she'd slipped up and called G by that stupid nickname of hers there had been both a reason for the mistake and enough guilt on his part to make him push it aside.  So when he kept asking to meet her in real life, her first response was always no.  She didn't trust G around Big Sister.  He'd been ready to kill her in as horrific a way as possible only a week or so ago.  Hell, he'd hurt Susumu because of how angry he was.  So why now?  Why this?

Well, Susumu was never that good at making safe or sane decisions.  And perhaps somewhere deep inside her own guilt was driving her to it.

But probably not.

She had been tracking his phone since the sun set over the brilliant lights of the Tokyo skyline, and with that she knew the best place to find him.  Her costume was as it always had been: a sailor-suit style school uniform that bore both her midriff and almost all of her legs, knee-high black stockings, black gloves, steel-toed black boots, and of course her lovely television-shaped helmet with the one-way glass to hide her face.  Beneath the helmet she'd gone an extra mile, donning a black wig that reached her jaw (as opposed to her own bright green pixie-cut), just in case she opened the helmet and G managed to catch a glimpse.

With costume on and a duffel-bag of electronics on her back, she crept to a location that she saw was right in his patrolling path.  Then she set up her security precautions.  The place was a little pawn shop off the main road and one of the few places in the shadier parts of town that bothered having security cameras in the window.  They even had a fire escape in the alley next to them, though the thing was rusty as hell.  Susumu tugged the ladder to that down with ease and climbed up to the first level, then pulled it back up.  She shoved a metal rod from her bag into it to make sure the damn thing wouldn't fall.

She then took out a small radio from her back, tuned it to a specific channel, and took out a pretty little headset with a built-in voice changer.  With a click of the buttons on her helmet she opened the panel of glass that covered her mouth, slipped the headpiece onto her ear, and pressed the 'on' button.  "Test one, test two," she spoke into the mic, and from the radio her voice came out.  It sounded robotic and strange, but that was the point.  She might be acting insane but she wasn't going to take any chances with G recognizing who she was.

This could all have been avoided if you didn't agree to come.

Yes, thank you for your input, brain.  I'll file that under "too late now".

Susumu replaced the glass panel so it hid her face again, and then took out her Big Sister phone and sent a text to G's phone.  Just as he had stopped walking a block from her location.  Then, with a deep breath, she sat down with her back against the railing and...waited.

[Unknown Number:]  "Pawn shop, one block north from your location."

Showtime.

G was moving at a pretty easy-going pace for somebody about to meet a person who had been messing with his life for the better part of the summer now.  Susumu stared at her phone with her lips pursed, waiting for the little dot to get closer to her own.  Her nerves twisted around in her stomach like there were furious snakes trying to escape her insides.  What if he recognized her right away?  She had taken so many precautions.  Low lighting, voice modifier, covered face and hands and other recognizable bits, and enough distance and height to keep him from getting too close.  Maybe he'd be surprisingly observant...?  Not that he'd ever demonstrated that.

When he was just around the corner she sent him another quick text.

[Unknown Number:]  Catch

Susumu set her phone in her bag and picked up the radio at her side.  It wasn't very heavy and wasn't super durable--a fall from this height onto the concrete would probably break it--but she had spares for a reason.  When he approached her and spoke her name she grinned, waved the radio in her hands, and then chucked it down to G.  It was like a trust fall.  Just with a breakable piece of machinery, and just to fuck with him.