Mar 15, 2024 14:33:48 GMT
Zahira had been in a shit mood from the get go - in fact, for most of the week really. She'd spent far too long on one bounty and he was still being a right twat to pin down. He'd slipped through her net twice in the last few days and now she was really pissed. She'd taken a break from it for the day, let him think he's getting a head start before their next tête-à-tête. She had plenty of eyes on him even if she wasn't the one looking, and the tracker she'd put on his latest vehicle would also come in handy - not that he would know about that one, he'd thought he'd gotten rid of her tracker by switching cars - hilarious. Zira was far from a novice when it came to this kind of stuff.
She'd come to spend a few hours in the gym, working out her aggression on a punch bag. She'd kept a half eye out for Greg, ignoring the little hopeful spark that he'd be there, but no such luck. She ignored the voice that told her to just text him and he'd come help her get through the anger, and sucked it up on her own instead. By the time she was done, she only felt a little bit better. By-passing the gym showers, she decided she'd rather have one in the comfort of her own home, and at least then she could chase it down with a shot of whiskey too.
Her music was still blasting in her ears when she left the gym, but as she took a swig from her water bottle it didn't pull any focus from the fact she could tell someone was behind her. You didn't live a life of crime and all that without knowing a thing or two about a tail. She continued walking for a few moments, pretending to text whilst instead she turned down her music to hear the footsteps better and when there was a quiet moment, she abruptly spun on her heels, whipping out her switch blade she always kept on her and going to grab the stalker by the arm, knife at their throat. "The fuck do you-.. oh it's you."
