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*flips a card in her hands nervously, her knee jittering* He said he'd be here.

And you're sure the guy you heard on the phone was this Ziggy guy? I mean, he's supposed to be coming. Can Shadows ghost two people at once?

*glances over shoulder* Just keep your eyes open, Irina. If I see something, I'll yell. *adjusts watch band for the umpteenth time*

It was Ziggy. God. *looks annoyed* I don't know how it works. We'll just have him ghost you, okay?

*flips the card again, switching it back and forth from the Ace of Spades to the Ace of Hearts*

Fine, fine. Take it easy. We're all a little jittery right now. No need to get snippy. *frowns thoughtfully at watch face*

Maybe he hit traffic on the way here or something.

*she sighs and then purses her lips, frowning* Sorry.

I hope that's it. S'gotta be it.

It's okay. It's okay. Let's just breathe. Deep breaths. *takes a deep breath* It'll be all right.

*peers at the playing card* So what suit is that normally?

*she gives him a withering teenage look*

I'm fine. Seriously.

*concentrates on the card and it fades into a 3 of Clubs* Huh.

*gives her a look right back* I'm not. Will you stop making me nervous, please?

So how good are you at that? If I asked you to make it into, I dunno, a Queen of Diamonds, could you?

*scowls* What? Sorry! *mutters in Russian*

I'm good. *she flips the card around and tada, Queen of Diamonds*

*applauds politely* So, your friend Ziggy. What's he look like?

*checks time again and looks for anyone approaching*

*smirks and inclines her head just slightly*

Tall. Thin. Blonde. German.

*deadpan* Thanks. That's really helpful. I'll watch for the tall thin blond German.

*sighs, then pauses.* ...Behind the two teenaged girls. That him?

*looks up and narrows her eyes before she sits up straight, her eyes wide as plates*

Shit. Shit shit shit. No. Go. Run.

Wh-what? But he's... *looks again and turns sheet white*

Shit. Shit shit. Go! I'll be right behind you! Run! *books it*

*she runs, dimly aware of the pair of Sniffers and the unknown man with them starting after the two and she ducks into an alleyway, kicking over a couple of garbage cans into the path behind her*

*runs through the alleyway, jumping over the garbage cans and even knocking a recycling bin full of bottles over behind him*

Don't look, just run! *hangs a sharp left and heads down the street behind Irina*

I know how to run, dammit! *she grabs Alex's coat sleeve and tugs him down a narrow space between two buildings, barely big enough for them to fit* This way!

Wha-! *stumbles when she yanks his coat sleeve*

*then he hangs on to her hand as tight as possible, sparing a glance over his shoulder to see if their pursuers are following them*

*continues her litany of cursing before she glances up and hops up, grabbing the ladder of a fire escape - she climbs up it, quick as a monkey, before glancing down at him* C'mon!

*looks up, then back at their pursuers*

Go. I'm right behind you. *leaps for the fire escape ladder... and misses* Shit! *tries again and still misses*

Alex! *she hisses before a trashcan comes sailing towards them, crashing against the fire escape*

SHIT! What, does Division have like...seventy of these fuckers?

Probably! *turns to face the Sniffers and the man behind them* Irina, keep climbing. I'll meet up with you. I promise.

*swallows* Looking for me, are you?

*stands on the fire escape and swears, pulling what looks to be a water gun from her jacket...*

*which fires very real bullets as she pulls the trigger on the Sniffers and the Mover*

Alex, c'mon! Jesus!

*actually flinches from the gunshots*

Just trying to be heroic. Can you blame me? *actually manages to grab the fire escape ladder and starts climbing*

*the Mover manages to deflect most of the gunshots and Irina reloads the gun in a practiced movement before she starts climbing up, the fire escape being rattled by another trash can as the Sniffers pull out their own weapons...*

Tranq guns??