JACK ATTACK

Edie Malone  	Ooh deary me. what's all these shenanigans? ))
Alyona  	Hey, guys
Alizarin  	Jaaaaack
Dirt  	Hey kiddo, what's up Edie? Salutations, Jack. )
Jack Krieger  	[a-salaam-alaikum, motha fucka.]
Alizarin  	wb, Dox
Dirt  	So yeah, Dirt just got shot. But I had to go help my buddy with some property and so now I'm too tired to post and so I'm just gonna sit in here and be useless. )
Jack Krieger  	[Where are they, for inquirin' minds to know?]
Dirt  	Dirt's saying cuss words on the sidewalk and Felix is still standing in the main room of the pub )
Seraphim  	Hey, Sloane.
Jack Krieger  	Shots. Gunshots. Jackie-boy didn't know what the fuck was going on, but he'd followed this asshole just long enough to know that wherever he went? The report of a .45 booming off seemed to be fairly fuckin' common at this point. Booted feet brought him outta his car, and right towards the door. Weapons out? You damn right his weapon was out, and his badge was on his belt, near the buckle. Truth was, he'd been stalkin' Felix for a minute, trying to figure out just who the man was before he confronted him but now? Now, he didn't have time. A man comin' out of the pub shot up? Well, he was already on the phone.
Dirt  	I'm trying to gather up the moxie for a liquor store run and may have company over soon but definitely wanna pick this up. So sorry if shit doesn't get very far tonight, Jackie. )
Paradox  	I'm late as fuck cause of.. Dox-type shit, but thanks, Ali.}
Jack Krieger  	"This is Officer Jack Krieger, outside of the Devils Deed Pub. We've got a 10-71. Possible victims." He said as he approached the poor bastard, already closing that phone. Wait? POSSIBLE victims!? This mother-fucker WAS shot! Legitimately shot! Probably shot in his asshole shot! His furry, freya-lovin' asshole! "Put some pressure on it." Was all he said in passing to the man as he lifted up that Glock 20, one of his personal sidearms, because in the argument of 9mm vs .45ACP? Go with the 10mm and fuck everyone else. He was scanning the situation and... What d'ya know? Dear ol' Felix, right in the center of the shit! Unfortunately, now wasn't the time, considering it looked like there was a fan with a steady supply of shit manuevering towards it! "Officer Krieger!" Was he identifying himself, or Felix!? "What in the name of Zeus's misogynistic, special snowflake offendign asshole is going the fuck on!?" -D.-
Jack Krieger  	Is pretty much here just to invoke assholes of particular divinity. -D.-
Alizarin  	Yehudit heard the shot as well. Her feet lifted from the dash of Felix's squad car and hit the mat, heavy and fast. Now, she KIND of wished that she hadn't taken out his wi.dow. The shot sounded the same as it did not too long ago, leading the teenager to believe that, thanks to the fact it was a singular noise, Felix had come up with another target. But the one shot made her think human. But WHICH. With her hand on her pistol, Yehu was back in her jacket and now, back in the pub. Conveniently, she noticed a fucking ghost. The teenager trailed Jack, who was trailing Felix---at the root of all of this. But who the fuck? She wasn't going to shoot; not immediately, but the girl's slow advance from Jack's blind spot hopefully gave her a---too slow. His phone was closed. He called fucking COPS? Honestly? Felix was the only one they needed, and now with more sniffing about, shit would get ugly. Yehudit didn't want to get deported; she hated that flight. "Kus!" The Israeli exclaimed with a
Dirt  	I hear the Morrigan's is..nevermind. )
Alizarin  	hiss. Fuck. She was in the wrong place. Because, the man that Jack was standing over was...her adoptive father. Or brother. Guardian. Anyway. This was a real shit sandwich, Randy. Dirt was going to be okay, but how or why, Jack would never believe. Shoot Jack in the head? Ask Dirt to eat him? FUCK. Why did he look so much like... "FACK." Another gun wasn't needed in this situation. For once, she doesn't actually have a plan...
Jack Krieger  	Has a plan. It's to shoot everybody who wants to shoot him until they stop shooting. -D.-
Spider  	flops in.
Price  	Well, at least those two women were safe. His broad hand went to his face and sloooowly ran down it. Dirt had been shot, which wasn't the worst thing in the world...until he decided to fix whoever did it. Unfortunately, the second uniformed human was a problem. Sauriel made himself disappear. Back into the bathroom. The stall was unoccupied, allowing him to pull a little celestial tomfoolery. The man stepped into a closed stall and removed a cell phone. There was no call, no indication. The smartphone simply lit up, and a woman's voice trailed off. '...hello.' Prosecutor Price nodded. "Jophiel. I don't know how, but I need you and Haniel to pull in a big one for me. Yeah, The Pub. Stall them or send the worst. At least buy me enough time and enough warped memories to get the riffraff out of the way. None of us wants to deal with the monkeys checking out some stuff they don't understand..."