It took a moment of standing still for him to hear the subtle wet patting of his blood hitting the dust, it wasn't concerning. Blood loss never was, at least, not since he became what he is these days. It wasn't easy for him to find Jonah, but he did have his methods of bringing him out. 

Walking towards the nearest building he politely opened the door, breaking the lock as he pushed it in, and stepped inside quietly. It took about thirty or so seconds of searching but he found what he was looking for, the very same man that Jonah had apologized to a few short moments before. Why did this man matter? Well, how much does a meat shield matter to Jonah? 

Shin would soon find out as he snatched the man by his arm and dragged him out the door, the man dropped his weight and tried to resist his pulling. Kicking and screaming as he was torn from his home, it was a totally futile gesture. The assassin silenced him by pulling him up to his chest and wrapping his hand around his mouth. 

He put the barrel of his gun against the man's head and shouted, calling out to the Tired Gun. "Look here old man! I've got a hostage, please understand I know how cliche this is, but I've got people to kill and you're only the first on that list! If you don't come out, I'll spray this man's brains across the ground!" 

He positioned himself with his back to a wall, putting the man between himself and any potential oncoming fire. The only part left exposed was his face, which was obviously covered by his iron mask. As well as his right hand, which had to be exposed considering it was holding the man's mouth closed. 

Was he getting desperate? Maybe, but it didn't matter to the immortal assassin, he didn't care about his image on the battlefield.