Ugh! This was getting more infuriating by the second! Not only was she tied up and slung
over some stranger's shoulder like a caveman's fresh kill and getting humiliated all the while, but
those blasted Fixed Ideas were successfully getting themselves electrocuted and slammed into walls.
More came to replace the fallen, which made her glad, but not very reassured.
*Whoever my "father" is, I'm going to have it out with him!* She thought resolutely. If he
was SO concerned, he wouldn't have done something this pointless. In fact, it would have been better
if he had just left her alone. She hadn't needed him before and she didn't need him now. Didn't he
and this woman realize that anybody who gets kidnapped never come willingly?
"How much longer?" she asked. "I'm getting kind of tired being treated like an animal."
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Sara laughed as she neatly leaped onto the shoulders of one Idea, using the immense
creature's shoulders as a springboard. Listening to Jacinta's complaint, Sara nodded to herself,
landing on the next building in the chain as she did so. "Ten more minutes, depending on how long
it takes for the little boy to give up and leave us alone for about an hour."
Sara then ducked under another Idea's punch, kicking outwards as she skidded along the
rooftop for a few seconds, and virtually neutering the poor creature as she continued towards her
meeting point. Finally, fed up, Sara stopped and yelled out towards Jose, who had managed to catch
up to her by riding one Idea like a pony. "Hey! Little boy! Parley!"
Jose, seeing that Sara was still well-armed, decided to listen to Sara's proposal. "What do you
want, bitch?"
Sara smiled as she gently placed Jacinta on the ground. "Here's the deal! Either you give up
and leave us two alone for two hours, after which I return the girl to you, unharmed, or I give up now
and put a bullet through her head."
As Sara spoke, she pulled out one of her two magnums, and ejected the empty magazine. As
Jose spluttered, Sara calmly reloaded the gun, and pointed it at the bridge of Jacinta's nose. Jacinta's
response was predictable, and one that, ironically enough, helped Sara's cause more than hindered
it. "Are you fucking insane? Why the hell would you want to kill me?"
Sara laughed, sounding crazier than normal as she did so. "And? It's only ten thousand. But,
if he doesn't back off, he'll be out one significant other, and I don't think he wants that."
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Jose immediately signalled for his Fixed Ideas to pull back. If it hadn't been Jacinta on the
shooting end of the gun, he would have personally sought this vendetta through. God, did he hate
having to give in! But, if it meant saving her...
He scowled venomously and replied, "Two hours given. But you better not put a scratch on
her or--"
"Yeah, yeah," Sara interrupted casually. "She'll be fine. I'm just taking her on a little trip."
She relaxed her hold on the gun, but did not put it away, just in case the little brat went back on his
word, as he was known to do. But he didn't. Instead, he seemed to crumble, sliding off of the Fixed
Idea's shoulders, and landing dejectedly onto the pavement below.
Jacinta, meanwhile, sat there brewing in a mix of hatred for the woman's flippant attitude and
insults of herself and someone else she cared for, humiliation at allowing herself to be stolen away,
and sadness for not being able to leap down onto the street and go back to the place she now called
home.
The Fixed Ideas limped back in the direction that they came, Jose and Jacinta exchanging one
last meaningful, cryptic glance before he finally turned away. Sighing, she let Sara sling her over her
shoulder and be carried off...*again.*
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Sara nodded to herself as she felt the resignation in Jacinta's reaction, holstering her pistol,
hopefully for the last time this night. After five more minutes of movement, Sara finally landed on
the balcony where the meeting was supposed to take place, and, after pulling her knife and cutting
away Jacinta's bonds, Sara hammered on the door with the hilt of the jagged blade. The response was
amazing as Sara's employer suddenly appeared at the door, looked at her for a few seconds, and then
came out onto the balcony.
Behind Sara, Jacinta was idly wondering if she could pull her katana out from the scabbard
resting on Sara's back, cut down the hunter, and make a run for it before anyone could call the police
on her, but that thought was shot down when Sara half-turned and looked pointedly at her. "Jacinta,
may I introduce the person who wanted to meet you." Sara then stepped to the side, seemingly fading
into the shadows as Jacinta looked up at the man who had contracted her rather ignomious trip across
the city.
"Hello Jacinta. I've heard much about you, and I would like to learn a bit more, if I could."
The tall man seemed to be impeccably dressed for someone who had just been awakened at what
looked like three AM, and he was wearing sunglasses for some odd reason.
Sara, who hadn't even left the balcony, watched, virtually detached as she noticed a hulking
green brute standing on the nearest rooftop with a little glasses-wearing lump on one of the brute's
shoulders. Sara didn't bother to wave.