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Jasmine's eye narrowed, flashing angrily. But she kept her temper under control. "If I wanted you dead," she said softly, voice laced with venom, "you'd be dead already." The woman retrieved a suppressed sidearm from the small of her back, tucked into the waistband of her jeans. This she pointed at Vincent. Then, she stared into his eyes for a few moments, before putting the weapon away.

"I can see you're just going to be suspicious of me and my motives," she mused quietly, thoughtful. "But I know what your skills are worth, even though it's killing me to admit it. I've already told you: my motives are completely selfish. I like the incompetent police force. If it would reassure you, I'll inject myself with a bit first. If that won't change your mind, we're done here. You'll never see me again."

A small, barely perceptible tone in Jasmine's voice told Vincent that she did not want that.

~

Bubba found his vehicle and got the hell out of Dodge. Soon, he was cruising through the streets (after his vehicle had changed paint color due to the time of day reflecting the light differently off of his special type of car paint), looking for a place to clean up. The blood had already stopped flowing--and the girl Laura would expect him, Bubba, to come either in a few days at the least, or never again. When he showed up an hour and a half later, completely healed, she would be in for a shock.

For the time-being, he took to using an eyepatch. A safehouse was eventually located. It contained ammunition, food, a shower, and a change of clothing. A new arsenal of weapons would be more suitable for his quarry, whom possessed a seeming resistance to guns. Bubba would need something more... up-close and personal.

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Soon, a nurse would come in and ask if Arthur wanted to see a 'Sage Delton.'