Jasmine rand down the stairs, listening to the idiots work on the door. She had little time to waste since she had a rat to catch. Oh just thinking about that made her so angry. And the fact she couldn't even hit her? She slammed the door behind her when she made it to the bottom, running out of the area. Better to find the rat now. Later she cold sulk about this. Later, she could go to a shooting range and get better at actually shooting things because obviously, she needed practice on that. Fucking little rat...And speaking of the rat, where did it run off to? Every so often, Jasmine saw her running this way and that. It would be easier if she flew up, but then everyone would be questioning why she was flying around at night dressed in all black. There were codes about that right? Something about you needed reflecting things if you wanted to fly at night?
She roamed the streets for a good while before she got physically upset and punched a wall. Oh this was so frustrating. On so many different levels. She had given the guards the slip and had managed to evade Biran as well. How, she was not so sure, but it happened and she managed to do it. Once or twice she had come into contact with him and slipped away. The longer she stayed out on the streets, the higher of a chance he was going to find her. So she did the only logical thing and that was just to go home at this point. Maybe steal some clothes, look a bit different if she could. Less like a thief. But before she gets that done, Jasmine happened upon an interesting development: Her rat coming out of an alley.
Jasmine pressed herself up against the wall as much as she could and waited. It seemed as though the girl did not see her. Perfect. Sweet, sweet revenge. All she had to do was to get her to give her the- where was the gun? A red furry covered her eyes as Jasmine stepped forward silently and came up behind the girl. The half angel grabbed the girl's arm and twisted it around her back. With a hard shove, Jasmine pinned the girl there to the wall; arm twisted behind her back. "Jeg fanget deg endelig, rotte. Hvor er rifflen?" In her anger, Jasmine spoke in her native tongue, as if the girl would be able to even answer her. A moment passed and Jasmine realized this girl was never going to answer her. Not in Norwegian at least. As well, she needed to cool her head. This was going to solve nothing if she just killed the girl out right.
With her free hand, Jasmine pulled her handgun out from its holster and pressed it against the back of the girl's head. "I'll say it so you can understand. Where is the riffle?" To mean that she meant business, Jasmine pulled the hammer down; making that click sound to alert the girl that she meant business it. "If you try and do any funny business, I won't hesitate to shoot you." Almost an empty threat. Jasmine would shoot the girl. But she wasn't a straight up killer. Not on purpose. If it happened, it happened. There was nothing she could do about it. Death and blood was something she was used to. However, knowing that you killed a person has yet to weigh down upon the half angel's shoulders. She would rather that not happen. Especially right here and now.
Biran was still at large looking for them. Siresh was crawling around somewhere, or was captured. She wasn't sure. She hoped that he managed to make it away...though by the looks of him when she turned back and looked, it was possible that he was in more serious trouble than she thought. And if he was dying in the middle of the street somewhere, well his death would be on her hands. Though she didn't care for the guy, she still valued him as his own person. And every person deserved the right to live. Well, most people. There were a few that were on the other list she personally kept of people she'd like to kill one day. But that list was short and that was for a different time. She was dealing with this girl. She needed the information sooner rather than later.
"Don't take too long to answer. I'm not a patient woman right now. Old Ironside is still out and about looking for his gun. If I go down, I'll take you with me. So. Tell me. Where. Is. My Riflen." Jasmine twisted the girl's arm slightly to make it hurt will keeping the gun rested against her head. If she was a good girl, this would go over smoothly.
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