Pant! Pant!
He paced back and forth, eyes locked on the stern face veiled in a thin cloud of cigar smoke. His legs ached; he'd been at it for hours. Jan was confused, devastated- pissed above all else. This was supposed to be easy. Drain the hag and the table of old fucks. He'd done more complicated hits without private ghoul armies or supernatural powers– back when he was only human and had nothing except a handgun and his own wit to rely on. This was supposed to be easy.
Yet there he was, blood-soaked, bullet-ridden, and locked away like an animal. How the fuck did it go so wrong?
With a growl, Jan bolted forward and slammed his body against the iron door with enough force to break bones. But he didn't care. Grime and rust dug into his face as he pressed hard against an open slot, glaring back into the fiery eyes of the woman standing on the other side.
"The fuck are you lookin' at, whore," he shouted.
The knight returned a sneering glance, the red glow of her cigar contrasting against their bleak and dreary surroundings. "Who sent you," she asked, an agitated yet pained edge to her voice. Specks of blood, small and large, stained a suit he could only assume cost hundreds. Pissed as she was, she had an exhausted air about her.
Jan laughed. "You must be off your fuckin' meds if you think you're gonna get shit outta me."
She inhaled sharply, taking a drag of her cigar and blowing the smoke into his face. Her brow twitched. "Who sent you," she asked once more, her voice steeped in poison.
"Suck. My. Cock."
Integra slammed her fist against the door with enough force to rattle it, if only a little. "You don't quite realize what kind of Hell you've clawed your way into," she said almost hushedly. "You may have evaded death for now, but fates far worse are yet to come. I've told you I won't allow you to die until you give me what I want."
Jan yelped and pulled away, clutching his cheek as searing hot pain radiated against his skin. Integra gave a telling smirk, flicking the butt end of her cigar away after effectively putting it out against his face.
"Have I made myself clear, freak?"