[i]'Mission accomplished'[/i] Sajan thought as the man eagerly accepted her offer. She hadn't expected anything less to come of this. The man was so simple, it was a wonder how he managed to get away with anything without getting caught.

That was when the news report showed up on the TV. As if it was playing just to spite her. Just so she would know she had wasted a good few minutes acting like a whore to get this idiots attention. It was a good thing her face wasn't visible to him at the moment she saw it, else he might have been scared off by the look of rage that briefly passed across her face. [b][color=708090]"You coming?"[/color][/b] He asked, unaware of the reason for her delay. [color=8dc73f]"Oh, of course!"[/color] She replied hastily, trying to recollect herself. He had no idea what was swimming through her head right now, and if he did, he'd surely run. She knew she needed to neutralise this guy and focus on the real deal. Only moments out of the bar, approaching her car, she hatched a plan.

Swiftly, she brought her fist into the dead center of his gut. The blow immediately caused him to double over in pain. She hadn't learned martial arts for nothing. [color=8dc73f]"Oh my goodness!"[/color] She cried out. [color=8dc73f]"Oh dear, you're so drunk, you're almost keeling over!"[/color] She pretended as though she was just holding him up to keep him from falling over. Her acting was hardly perfect, but there weren't many people nearby right now, and those that were seemed to be largely apathetic. She was thankful, to a degree, that this was all taking place in such a degenerate neighborhood. A more pleasant community might have cared to look closer. Wasting no time, Sajan gripped him by the head and smashed him into the door of her car. [color=8dc73f]"Oh my! You're so drunk, you're stumbling around into things! Oh well, I guess I'll just have to get you out of harms way..."[/color] At this point, the man was well and truly out for the count. She opened her car and stuffed him into the backseat, then locked him inside. With him secured, she produced her phone and called for the Muninn foundation. 

[color=8dc73f]"Alright, somebody turn on a TV over there, because the man I was sent after is NOT the card carrier. Got that? Now if you can, get me some eyes on this district, because I'm SURE he's nearby."[/color] She spoke in a harsh but hushed tone. It was true, however, that she could feel the real master was close, coming closer even. She kept her eyes peeled, looking closely for suspicious activity. If fate was kind, this armored criminal would round the corner and right into her sight. Then he would get a taste of Guru Ji's bow. If her luck so far was any indicator, however, she wouldn't be surprised if he was on the other side of the block.

[@The Irish Tree]