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Najwa evaded Donny's shot and returned fire. Her aim was true and it struck Donny in the abdomen, and but a fraction of a second later another bullet from the assassin pecked right back through the damaged windshields, missing her by a hair as she left his line of sight, her initial shot throwing off her opponent's aim. His ability to react and fire what could have been a deadly accurate follow up shot despite her inhuman speed was uncanny. Donny's 3A vest prevented the bullet from injuring him but it still had some oomph. More oomph perhaps than Donny had expected from such a small pistol. He'd nearly double over as he moved, feeling the air empty out of his lungs as a deep, radiating pain surged in his guts. It felt like a drill sergeant had just socked him in the bread basket.

He'd remain calm but in no way comfortable, taking deep breaths as he carried through with his course of action. Despite himself Donny could feel his coal black heart smoldering. She was just his type. Immediately after the exchange Donny ducked down out of sight to the open driver's door of his sedan, making sure to keep his surroundings in mind.

At that point Donny realized more or less what was going on. It wasn't a setup, his opponent was simply some kind of superhuman or alien or perhaps something else. His nimble mind ran through what he'd learned, what added up and what didn't. No, she couldn't be psychic, otherwise she'd have just shot him. She waited until he'd begun to draw then moved instantly, so her reflexes were remarkable. She couldn't have had X-Ray vision, otherwise she'd have taken him out at the start as well having seen all his tools of the trade. That left but a few other possibilities. More importantly it meant the job was still on and he was wasting time. 
His state of mind shifted to a different spectrum of lethality. He knew now he was no longer trying to kill a mortal but something else, and whether or not she was his type he was going to have to step his game up. He steadied his breathing and continued.

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Whilst Najwa informed SWAG of the situation, she'd be able to hear some odd things coming from Donny's direction. She'd hear the sound of the Glock being holstered and him slipping into the driver's seat followed immediately after by a pair of similarly sized small metal objects being pulled off clips and then two much fainter, more unfamiliar clicking noises that anyone without superhuman hearing would have missed, coming from just within the vehicle. Lastly, a far more familiar sound; the pin on a grenade being pulled. Unexpectedly, Donny didn't cook it, instead giving it a light underhand pass beneath the sedan so that it'd roll to a stop immediately behind his vehicle, too far away and behind too many obstacles to harm her even if it was a frag, which it wasn't. It was an M18 smoke grenade and as a thick plume of pitch black smoke began obscuring the rear of the sedan, she'd hear Donny address her as he slipped like a shadow further into the sedan, the vehicle shifting slightly with his weight as he responded to her ultimatum, alongside the sounds of a button being pushed and the passenger window rolling down about an inch and a half before he moved to the back, alongside an unfamiliar and extremely faint brushing noise as some small, flat, smooth object was removed from his overcoat.

"How do Ah know yah won't shoot meh soon as Ah step out naow missah?"

Right after he addressed her she'd also hear the trunk popping wide open as a button was pushed, but the rear was by now obscured by smoke and the shaded windows prevented her from seeing what he was doing in the back of the sedan via the transluminal pole.