Father and daughter talk
Opening the door she tossed her keys down onto the table of her apartment right near Coney beach. Mac loved the beach and while it was a long was from Boston where she grew up, this was the place her heart told her she was needed the most. Gangs ruled the streets trying to hurt innocent people and she had spent most of her time trying to stop that. It had almost cost her her life a few times and she had the scars to prove it.
Her apartment had been three small one bedroom apartments that had been knocked onto one, the place had been perfect and she'd bought it up when he went on sale. Scattered around the living room was proof of her hobbies. The paints, canvas', camera's, film rolls, and her guitar. Her weapons were always locked away when she wasn't using them and over the years she had picked up a good collection.
Motioning for her father to sit down, Mac ordered two large loaded pizza's and a bottle of drink. Once that was all down she settled herself down, "So what do we need to talk about?"
