Jackson's radars went off immediately. She fell for the new, classier, more intelligent bait. He hopped on his toes and followed the two through the crowd and phased through several people to do it. He watched very closely as they left and his plan immediately hit a snag, following farther without being noticed. "Ah come the fuck on..." he said to himself, looking from side to side in brief, yet calm, panic. He ran around a couple people towards the bathroom doors. The bathrooms were right next to the back wall of the building, with it being so late at night the back alley wouldn't be lit... he could run through one of the bathroom walls and float up to watch the vehicle ride out with the new cargo in tow. So, that's exactly what he did.

	The two cars flanking the impala let Jackson know that they were pretty well manned for a gang and their business was a rather important one. White collar trafficking seemed most likely, which meant that he was up against thugs with serious money. That normally meant they were pretty supercilious with themselves, which would work towards his own ends in the long run. He was hoping the thugs had the run of the mill warehouse sort of deal as those were pretty easy to do a shit ton of flickering in, just as long as he didn't do too much too quick too often... but he normally liked possessing something in the warehouse in order to scare people shitless... or senselessly murder them with swinging chainsaws... fun night.

	It looked like everyone was headed towards an airport area, which gave him the shivers. Loud plane noises near a warehouse were pretty good for masking the screams of dozens of women being raped and sold against their will right? It was taking awhile, but Jackson was managing to keep up with the cars from the sky, he just had to focus on the general aura of the girl he saw and follow it from an altitude that allowed him to keep up with the speed of the cars, and far enough above to stay out of sight, hence his current emo get-up where the black allowed him to blend in.

	The Terror was now floating on his backside like he was laying down as he followed the car, turning over a purple colored gun in his hand labeled Nightmare. It was one of his babies and it had made several really nice shots. He had 6 cartridges for it and it's twin sister, but he's probably only going to need the ones currently in the guns, gang busts were normally psychological games, he just had to do it in a way to make sure the girl wasn't harmed. He was in the middle of debating going elm street or overdramatic ghost when the cars below came to a stop. Time to get ready for a night of blood.


[@Morose]