Some sickness can only be cured with a bullet. [ She snaps before the feed ends. She pulls the phone from her ear, pausing her movements to glare down at it as if it were the killer himself before she slips it into one of her pockets. He's got to know she was coming his way. It's not like she's ever bothered to hide her actions or disguise her intentions.
She grits her teeth as she looks around, on the move again, but movement slower. She's not even sure who she's looking for, just knows the sound of his voice. Her blue eyes narrow as she scans the environment. There's blood on the ground, a rare speckling, not quite enough to give her a trail but more than enough to know that she's likely on the right track.
Her eyes pass over where he's hidden, and, as long as he doesn't move, she won't spot him. ]
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She grits her teeth as she looks around, on the move again, but movement slower. She's not even sure who she's looking for, just knows the sound of his voice. Her blue eyes narrow as she scans the environment. There's blood on the ground, a rare speckling, not quite enough to give her a trail but more than enough to know that she's likely on the right track.
Her eyes pass over where he's hidden, and, as long as he doesn't move, she won't spot him. ]