Jess reached the cold, refreshing outside unnoticed. The air inside the bar was stagnant as hell, but one didn't notice unless confronted with normal levels of oxygen. The young woman took a few deep breaths, looking like she simply enjoyed the prickly cold sensation. But really, she was sniffing out the trace of Fay and Anton. As soon as she picked up the scent of the latter, her strolling pace turned into a bouncy, accelerated fast-walk. Those two, together in the same place, possibly far off from possible witnesses? That [i]had[/i] to end in a bloody mess. There was no way Anton and Fay would have a normal talk ever, Jesse thought. Too much bad blood, omega vs ex-omega tension. A great deal of that instigated by her own petty lies whenever she tried getting Anton to attack someone, no doubt. To be fair, this pairing was the most obvious target for any instigator with half a brain.

Though taking her time at first, Jess soon became impatient. How far had they gone? What where they doing anyway? Did Fay maybe plan to beat up Anton tonight, in secret, so she wouldn't be able to help Jess gang up on her at the noon-beat down? As dishonorable that would be, it was not beyond Fayth. A woman did a lot of despicable things to save her face. A dirty smirk crept on Jess face at the notion, how far the shining example of an omega had fallen.

The scent became stronger around the old dump. Curious place to go at night indeed. Jess felt the cold steel of her brass knuckles and clutched them in her fist, invisibly inside her pocket. She could hear two familiar voices and quietly crept around the piles of trash and junk, not silent enough to properly sneak up on someone with their sense of hearing, but not eagerly giving away her presence either.