Alice ran until she was parallel to the jacket and stopped, her breath hitching. It was good to be in trouble again; adrenaline spiking, mouth dry and sour. Urban warfare had always been her favorite part of Marines basic training, and her upbringing on these very streets had been perfect preparation. That training had been wasted during the last year of crowd control and food-line supervision. She wiped sweat from her face, pulled long black hair into a tight knot, and checked her uniform was zipped closed.