Machiko crosses her arms and waits. Through it all, she hears the footsteps of the kobun exiting the bar, fanning across the sidewalk behind her. She sees the NYPD officers' surprise and uncertainty swelling rapidly toward panic. For every kobun that exits the bar, the NYPD officers shift back another step, then another. They move to take cover as the kobun from the side and rear exits of the bar join the group on the sidewalk. More excited calls over commlinks. More sirens arising from all around. Before long, Machiko and the others are staring into the guns of some twenty to twenty-five NYPD officers, some in heavy armor.