The Adventures of a Demon Cop and a Paranoid Hunter

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Jed lay still for a few seconds, just breathing. He'd landed on his duffle bag. Bad luck on that; he'd heard a few things break in there. Behind him, an unfamiliar voice spoke. Crap. Two of them. With his back to the one who spoke, Jed had the box obscured. Wheezing, the old man appeared to be short of breath, as if the fall had knocked the wind from his lungs. In reality, the sounds were perfect for obstructing other noises, such as his sly sleight of hand.

The old man struggled to his feet, box in one hand. He turned to face his opponent, hands in the air. "Couldn't you have made your offer before I jumped out of the car?" he asked dryly.

Perhaps landing on the bad was a blessing in disguise? It affording him the perfect opportunity to shuffle the deck, joker tucked up his sleeve. Or in this case, the prize now marinating in a nice salty bath. He knew that salt water would come in handy on this trip!

"What kind of guarantee do I have that you'll actually let me walk away from this? Why not just kill me and take it? No witnesses." Stalling for time. Yes sirree. Hurry it up Seth! There's no way that smokey b*****d did you in! And if he did? Jed would suffer some serious second hand embarrassment on the demon's behalf.  

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The gun, everyone wanted the stupid gun. Well Jed wasn't about to let it go without a fight, because chances were, Zephyr would come back for some unhealthy revenge. Unhealthy for Jed that is.

Of course he could 'hand the box over', but if he didn't fight back, at least a little, the walking inferno might become suspicious. The hunter's eyes briefly raked the car and the unconscious cop. 'I really hope you're playing possum,' Jed thought, because he wouldn't put it passed a demon to abandon ship and leave their host to save their own skin. However a demon of Seth's caliber taken out so easily? Jed wasn't so sure.

The man stood facing his opponent, seemingly debating with himself. His shoulders slumped a fraction as he came to a decision. "Sure as hell ain't worth my life," he mumbled. Jed placed the box on the ground before him and kicked it toward the man of flames.

When the guy stooped to pick up the box, Jed would pull his side arm and fire off a few rounds Unlike his shotgun still in the car, Jed's colt wasn't loaded with rocksalt. Little did the hunter know, regular ammunition probably wouldn't do much against his current opponent either. Eh, gotta live and learn.  

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The man didn't even try to dodge. For a brief moment, Jed really thought his opponent was caught off guard and suffered the penalty; that thought was quickly dashed over the leaking flames vanishing, leaving behind not a trace of the bullet wounds aside from torn clothing. Flame elemental. Oh hell.

He was most assuredly not equipped to fight any fire based enemies today. Jed was rolling away, strap to his duffle pulled along for the ride as he not so gracefully evaded the flames. Boy was that smarts! Gravel dug into his bleeding road rash. Fire. Need cover. Seth and his current plight was shoved aside as Jed focused on keeping his own hide from being flambeed.

The old man was huffing as he scrambled for his life, breathing too heavy to offer a sarcastic retort. Jed dropped a small, cylindrical item from a hidden pocket in his now heavily singed jacket, the hunter squeezing his eyes closed and counting to five. A bright flash illuminated the area, hopefully blinding his attacker while Jed sought cover.

The hunter found himself crouching near the squad car, instincts carrying him toward something he could potentially use to his advantage. Or, you know, something that could blow up in his face with fire. Like the gas tank.

Wait... squad car. Seth was possessing an officer and seemed keen on playing that part. Which meant he would comply to legal regulations.... Oh yes, this could work. The old man's lips curled upward in an almost inhuman grin of glee. A bullet to loosen the lock, not sorry Seth. Some rummaging around and.... paydirt!  

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Jed hefted his prize. It was a thing of beauty! He had only a few moments to revel in his victory before the fire bug was on him again. "Dammit!" he shouted, indeed dancing away from the flames. If he stood in one place too long, he was bound to melt right to the road.

The fire licked at his heels, nearly setting his pants on fire. The man tripped as he scrambled out of the line of fire. He was now lying face down, a perfect target. That's it pyro, just a bit closer.... His hand pulled the pin for the fire extinguisher clutched to his chest.  

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Well now there was a problem with 'walking away'. In his gut, Jed felt this fiery manifestation wouldn't let him go without any retaliation. Oh yeah maybe he wouldn't hunt Jed down today or tomorrow, but eventually he'd come a knockin'. That and Jed really wanted Zephyr's soul taken care of. There is no way he'd let that piece of pig foot rot get free and continue to wreak havoc.

"No," Jed disagreed as he rolled over, his prize held tightly. The nozzle was aimed for the creature looming above him. Jed squeezed the handle, letting the white foam spring forth and do its job on the creature. "I think it does."