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((It was a hangun. Jasmine doesn't have her Chinese rifle with her right now.))

Jasmine frowned. "This is just a handgun. I don't know the make... though, if it's all the same to you, I'll stay in here until you call off your pal...."

((....O.O can I edit so Iris doesn't looked like an idiot...or Maybe it could be a Chinese made handgun?))

((All my characters are kinda tied up...but If Jasmine started to cause a comotion, your character could hear it!))

((I'm making a character! 4laugh ))

The seconds hand seemed to make its round trip at least a hundred times, and still the police had not arrived yet. The doctor had long ago left to attend other patients.

((sweet))

London drove not too far from Jasmine 's location for there was a rather posh coffee shope that he liked going to. He parked his car in the garage that the coffee shope owned and left his beautiful black Aston Martin. he then walked on the side walk while carrying a very beautiful cello case, for he would never let that case out of his sight for more than a hot minute, which is seven minutes. The handsome looking blonde entered the coffee shope and looked around. His soft emerald eyes saw a lot of rich lawyers and fat cats drinking expensive coffee while talking about scamming the government. For the most part London would actually be a model citizen of the fine nation...except that he is an assassin! The blonde sat down in a private booth while looking over the menu. A lovely woman walked up to him and asked him with a rather charming voice, she looked like she was twenty, "May I take your order Sir?" She asked politely, "My dear," He spoke rather elegantly while looking right at the woman with his soft green eyes. He to notice that she was already swooning over him. His lip curled lightly out of satisfaction, "I'll have English breakfast Tea with lemon and a scone please." The young woman was flabbergasted at his charming looks and manners to which she nodded and headed back to the kitchen to get his order in.

((That would be stupid of her. BUT- stupid is what Boris can be.))

Jasmine scowled, behind Iris' back, at Vincent, changing immediately into a devious smirk. Her face would fade immediately into a worried frown as soon as Iris turned around, however.

Unfortunately, Boris had been instructed to kill them from behind if Jasmine turned out not to be able to hoodwink them into letting her go. If she wasn't able to hoodwink Iris.

She seemed to be about to get away Scott-free. But Boris, unfortunately, was a paid idiot. He shot a spray of a forty-round uzi magazine erratically through the front window of Red Lobster. Iris and Jasmine would have been able to see the shots in time to duck. Vincent, who had his back to the window, would not.

Jasmine, for one, ducked.

And she promised silently to rip Boris' eyes out.