(alright, makes sense)
Dmitri lit a cigarette, lifting it to his lips as he led the search through the city streets. Crow, Jackal, and Fox were all on the job with him. Some of his most trusted lieutenants, they were. Though it couldn't be said that the Wolf really trusted anyone, in reality. He had learned that lesson from his father. That even those closest to you should never, ever be trusted, else they will turn on your weakness and tear you to shreds.
"Sir, the old woman has left the house. Should I pursue?" That was Jackal, his voice low over the coms.
He lifted a finger to the earpiece, pressing down the button to reply. "Pursue. Stay at a distance, let me take the lead on this one." he replied in a voice that was almost a growl. He had a dark jacket on, the hood pulled up over his face. He dropped the cigarette, crushing it out with his boot, and loped off in the direction Jackal had been posted at, moving at a fast clip in order to catch up.
Elissa walked briskly down the street, and after a bit of internal debate decided to take the subway, because it would be faster than walking on foot. Hopefully it would be safer as well. She went down the stairs into the cool underground, waiting for the train for only a minute or two, though in her current state it seemed like forever. Luckily, her grandmother’s apartment was only one stop away.
She got off the subway without even a strange glance in her direction, but that did nearly nothing to calm her anxiety. She hurried above the ground, walking down the next couple of blocks to her grandmother’s apartment with long strides. She was almost there. Determination lit up her features as she increased her pace, finally on the right street. Anxiety ate up her stomach, causing her to narrow her focus to her grandmother’s wellbeing and not her surroundings. Elissa was forgetting everything that her Granny had taught her.
The Wolf had nearly caught up to Jackal when Crow radioed in. She was his eyes in the sky, and the most unruly of the bunch. She and Fox were trouble.
"Sir, the woman's granddaughter." Crow's voice purred. "She's here. Shall I take her out?"
He growled under his breath, slowing down. "No, I've got it." he replied. "Keep tracking the old woman." he looked around the street, and headed towards where the granddaughter must be.
With every step, Elissa’s anxiety increased. She was almost there! She was already making a plan in her head, her mind whirring with all of the ideas that she had. She took a knife out of her boot and clutched it, white knuckled, in her hand. She was so close now, only a another building or two before her grandmother’s apartment.
Whatever her grandmother was facing, Elissa would help her out. Her grandmother was a total badass, and she had taught Elissa most of what she knew, or at least that’s what Elissa thought. She had to know what was wrong.
The Wolf was waiting outside of her grandmother's apartment. He knew that Jackal and Crow could take care of the old woman. He knew that Fox was somewhere nearby, a spotter in case of any more trouble. Like the cops. None of the Pack wanted to deal with the cops. He was wearing that glove over his left hand, frowning a little bit as he waited for that girl, whoever she was. The lady's granddaughter. Hopefully he could get her to go home without too much trouble.
Elissa slipped into the building, walking up to her grandmother’s floor. She paused when she noticed a tall man waiting outside of her grandmother’s apartment. Her grip on the knife tightened as she drew nearer, slowing down. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” she demanded, trying appear tough. Her hood was still up, throwing shadow onto her innocent face, her hair mostly hidden. Her eyes, however, gave her away. They were nearly the same color as her grandmother’s.
Dmitri's hood was still pulled up over his head, and he looked over at her, cocking his head. "Ah, hello. May I help you?" he asked. His face was shadowed, the only thing that showed was his mouth, his chin. He smiled inwardly. The granddaughter. She was older than he'd thought, judging by her height and voice. "As for who I am…" he shrugged a little bit. "Doesn't matter. I'm here watching out for someone."
“I’d love for you to move,” Elissa responded sarcastically, wondering if this guy was the “pack” her grandmother had mentioned. She held the knife, ready to fight, as if she had ever fought anyone besides her grandmother or a dummy. She studied this man with a more confident air than she felt. He seemed dangerous, to state the obvious, and Elissa’s anxiety tugged at her gut as if in warning.
He laughed, those large, sharpened fangs flashing slightly as he did. "I bet. Maybe you can help me out, yeah? What's your name, and what's your business here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Though, of course she couldn't see that. He cocked his head a little bit, stretching and crossing his arms. He wasn't worried about the knife. Sure, she probably could use it pretty damn well, but not well enough. Not against him.
“Doesn’t matter,” Elissa copied him, narrowing her eyes. “Just move out of the way and no one gets hurt.” She was a bit astonished at the even tone of her own voice, not wavering at all. She glared in what she hoped was a threatening manner, brandishing the knife. She swallowed, hoping that he would just leave, but highly doubting it.
He laughed again, low and threatening. "Yeah, like you're gonna stick me with that little knife." he replied. His voice carried a faint little accent to it, and he smiled slightly at her. "Real cute. Now then. Just tell me who or what you're looking for, and we can figure all this out."
(should the Pack kill her grandmother or no?)
(i was thinking yes)
“Why don’t you tell me why you’re acting like an asshole first? Move.” Elissa was trembling, praying that someone would interfere before she would get herself killed. If she could momentarily surprise him, she could get around him and get inside. “This is your last chance.” She internally steeled herself, coming up with a plan in her head. Distract him and slip inside. Because that would definitely work.
(alright)
"Got her." Jackal's voice hissed over the com. It was in his ear, so this girl wouldn't have heard it.
Dmitri's mouth twisted up in a faint smirk. Got her. The last remnants of his father's regime, of his father's Pack. Because the Pack was his now, not his father's. Those two little words were music in his ears. He pushed off the wall, looming over Elissa.
Elissa took in a surprised breath, caught off guard. “While that is moving, it’s not exactly what I had in mind,” Elissa added, trying to cover up her mounting fear. God, he is tall. And scary. Very scary.
Then she went for his lower stomach, hoping talk and small motions had sufficiently distracted him. She had done this before on the dummy a million times.
His left hand flashed out, caught the knife and twisted it up until her hand was stretched out into the air, useless. And then he was leaning in closer, a smirk on his face and those sharpened teeth flashing up close to her face. "Just what do you think you're doing, little girl?" he snarled.
Her eyes widened. “Well, the plan was to get you to leave me alone, but it doesn’t appear to be working,” she shot back, though this time her voice did quaver. Shit. She brought her knee up to his crotch this time, wrinkling her nose at his closeness. She had to escape. If Elissa couldn’t shake this guy, her grandmother might die on her watch.
He grunted slightly as her knee hit. "And that right there is why I wear a cup." he grumbled to himself, moving position and twisting her arm behind her back, her back pressed to his chest. She was near immobilized now, and it would be nearly impossible for her to escape this hold.
Elissa cursed internally, not seeing a way out this time. “What is your deal?!” she squeaked, swallowing to get her voice under control. “I mean, what is your deal?” She hoped he couldn’t hear her heart beating, because she felt it was so loud.
He laughed just a little bit. "I'm a busy man, miss. Now. If I can let you go without you accosting me, I will." he had no reason to harm her. Yet. He didn't want to have to, she seemed…spirited. "So. Can I let you go, or are you going to attack me again?"
“That depends what you’re going to go do,” Elissa responded. “Not accosting old women, I hope? Because if that’s the case, I won’t be making any promises.” This was Elissa’s mediocre strategy of getting information, and since she didn’t have a frame of reference, she hoped it worked.
(gtg now sorry)
He cocked his head slightly. "Me? I don't accost women. Well, unless they attack me first." he replied, shaking his head. He was still holding onto her, keeping her from moving and attacking him again. He knew that the others were waiting on him.
(see ya)
“You didn’t answer my question,” Elissa replied, still scowling. “An old woman lives here. I’m not leaving you alone unless you promise me you’re not here to hurt her.” She glared at him as if she was the one pinning him to the wall and not the other way around. She continued to try in vain to think of a way out of this.
"I would not hurt an old woman in her own home." he said, looking down at her with the faintest little smirk. "I would like to be on my way, which means I need to release you. Unless you'd like me to drag you with me? Because I assure you, you would not like where it is that I am going."
Elissa glared at him for a moment, not trusting what he said one bit. But maybe he wasn’t here for her grandmother? She knew as soon as the thought popped into her head it wasn’t true. But if he let her go, she could check the apartment and then look for her grandmother. It was better than him dragging her with him as a hostage, she supposed, because at least this way she would have a chance to save her grandmother, however slight.
“Leave then, you piece of shit,” she snapped, defiant to the end. She was done talking to this confusing guy. She needed to check the apartment.
He looked at her. "You still haven't answered my question. If I let you go, are you going to attack me again? If the answer is yes, then obviously I cannot release you." he still had the hood pulled over his head, which meant all she could see was his mouth moving, and glints of those sharpened teeth, the markers of the Wolf.
