The nerve of this redhead!  No, this was not his car, this was some vehicle he jacked from a homeless old creep who could barely walk—of course this was his car! Well, technically at least.  With Liz out of the scene, he was the next one in charge of it!<br/><br/>Kisho's brows twitched in surprise rather than irritation.  First, she walked up to him casually like nothing ever happened.  Second, she dared to question him if the car behind was his.  Lastly, she even had the nerve to stay and wait for him to answer!  What is she, stupid or something?  Did she actually think she could fool him?  Now that he could see her clearly, he recognized her as the one back in Disko Katz; the onlooker that he briefly exchanged gazes with.  Releasing the grip he had on his sidearm, Kisho's expression dropped back to placidity. He looked at her from head to toe.  She was casually dressed and her words were unexceptionally normal, easily identifiable as normal folk compared to the elite variety.  She held herself with confidence; should he take a guess, it was the same confidence gotten from growing up in the streets, much like how he held himself a couple years back when he was younger.  While she doesn't look like some goody-two shoes, she did not look like a hardcore criminal either, but suffice to say, this woman probably had more than a few<span style="font-style: italic">incidents</span>under her belt—not to mention she is likely to be the one responsible for jacking Liz's car and driving it here too.<br/><br/>Who else could it be right?<br/><br/>Kisho immediately brought out his phone and took a quick snapshot of the woman, tucking the phone back to his pants pocket before anything else; it was insurance.  Her photo right now is being uploaded to their database, and a background check is going to be run.  He just needs to wait for the results to come back.  Now with his phone secured, he then turned his gaze back to meet her eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Don't play coy with me lady. I can arrest you now for tampering with TPD property."</span>he slightly nodded towards the car behind, without harboring any intent to push through with her arrest...<span style="font-style: italic">yet</span>.  Not giving her a chance to answer, Kisho continued,<span style="color: #BF0000">"So, what do you want? Why are you following me?"</span>he asked her, jumping straight to the point.  Her fate this night rested on her answer.  If he liked it, he would probably let her mischievous conduct slide,<span style="font-style: italic">probably</span>.  However, in the event he does not like it, TPD agents are just a few blocks back.  It would only take a push of a button on his wrist transmitter for them to come swarming here.<br/><br/>Her eye caught his hand coming from his pocket, no doubt tucking away something he had pointed in her direction. A camera maybe? A comparison picture? Whatever it was, she hoped it was not something to capture her visage. He would be sorely disappointed with the blurred image that made her face. Ever since she was able to walk, things like pictures, portraits and anything attempting to hold her image was tainted and defaced - literally.<br/><br/>She leaned in towards him, slowly and with caution so as not to stir the defensive reflexes he surely exercised. Her fingers reached out, falling gently with their faces near enough to exchange a kiss. But her smirk remained as she looked down between them shifting her brows just enough to make her look pondering, while remaining lovely.<br/><br/>"Can you now?" she cooed, "How's that? Will you dust my prints and put out an APB for a faceless woman?"<br/><br/>Her taunt was only escalated as she lifted her hand, looking it over and dusting her fingers together. She'd destroyed them years ago. Not intentionally initially, but when she deliberately began to kill, it sounded like a good idea.<br/><br/>"As for what I want - I don't know. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something in me can't seem to stop wondering just what makes you tick - cop."<br/><br/>She finally pushed herself from the side of the car, standing straight turning as though to walk away, only to about face once more and face him, pushing her coat back and securing her stature with her hands firmly on her hips. Biting her lip, she released the stance, pressing her wrists together and turning them back and forth before fanning out her fingers.<br/><br/>"So what're you gonna do with me?" she asked with an innocent tone.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Cop</span>?!  She actually thought he was a cop?!  Kisho felt insulted.  Clearly she had to get her facts straight; he was no District Authority, he's with the TPD!  Normal police work was far below his pay grade, and normal police procedure does not apply to them.  Should he take the liberty to lecture her about that distinction?  Maybe but then again, he probably couldn't blame this woman's lack of distinction for authorities.  He has a badge and a gun, to anyone else, he's probably the same as a cop.  Wary eyes kept her on sight, and even when she leaned in close to him seductively, Kisho remained impassive.  Observing her actions, taking note of her words, trying to figure out her true intent; this was his goal.<br/><br/>The next thing he knew, he was drawing blank slates.<br/><br/>What does she mean by she doesn't know what she wants? And that something inside of her wants to know how he.. ticks? That did not sound too appealing for him.  Still, she was something else entirely.  Kisho never thought he would hear such words in her defense.  Normal people wouldn't even dare mess with TPD and those who would, knows they are better off running the moment they realize they were made but this woman, she just came waltzing towards him without a care in the world.  The fuck is he supposed to think of this?  Kisho sighed.  Whatever sense of authority he felt, had been thrown out the window by this woman.  He shook his head sideways as he watched her play the innocent girl card.<br/><br/>He doesn't have time for this, nor was he interested... well, maybe just enough to color him curious.  It had been a long night for him and his partner was still at the hospital, plus he has a report due tomorrow for their Chief.  If there was a better way for him to spend his time, it would be with Liz while taking her side of this night's bloody explosion.  Kisho took a breath,<span style="color: #BF0000">"Look lady, I don't have time for this. If you're out to play, play by yourself or find someone else."</span>he said drily and looked at her face, then down to her figure,<span style="color: #BF0000">"I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult for you."</span>he moved aside, grabbing his purchase that rested on top of the car's hood.  Before going to the driver side, he looked at her another time,<span style="color: #BF0000">"I know you hot-wired this car, I'll let that slide because it's going to be useful for me, but I'm not going to thank you and I definitely don't owe you one."</span>he finished and got inside the car.<br/><br/>"But it's so much more fun when someone doesn't want to play along." she sighed.<br/><br/>Her shoulder shifted forward a moment, taking in his compliment with a genuine smile. Though it faded as her lips swiveled over as he took his leave. His "warning" was of no meaning - as most things came through to her - but it was enough to contain the snide comment tickling her tongue. Her head turned momentarily, wishing she had her handy silver spear, until she realized it wasn't necessary.<br/><br/>Displeasure slipped into mischief as her smile returned, opening the door as he approached his and sliding herself into the passengers seat. She closed the door behind her, crossing her ankles and adjusting her coat.<br/><br/>"So where are we headed?" she grinned, lighting her eyes as she secured her seat belt.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">What the hell is wrong with her?!</span></span>Kisho resisted the urge to slam his hands on the steering wheel out of frustration; Liz would not appreciate her baby being mistreated.  Instead, he just turned his head to the right to look at her, only to find that she already had her seat belt fastened.  Right now he was considering two thoughts, blast her brains out with his gun, or burn her to a crisp with his closely guarded secret-the ability to conjure green fire-like element. But he decided against both of course, neither would be appropriate because of two things. One, the car and that's enough said. Two, she really hasn't done anything harmful aside from piss him off - slightly - and unintentionally help him with his ride.  He had no intentions of making this night even worse for him as it already stands.  Though he does not like it one bit, it would seem he was left with little choice but to play along.  Besides, she doesn't really look half bad, alluring even if he were to stare.  It might be nice to have some eye-candy along but... he sighed.  She's a stranger and that's the fact, a shady stranger at that who seemed to have a lot of issues with authority.<br/><br/>He took a sharp breath, holding in the urge to toss her out of the car.  What sort of man would he be if he did that?  Though it was a very, very tempting thought.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Something is really wrong with you do you know that?"</span>he scoffed and began hot-wiring the vehicle again until its engine purred to life.  Successful, Kisho turned his gaze back to the woman.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Listen, people like me who works for <span style="font-weight: bold">TPD</span>,"</span>he emphasized,<span style="color: #BF0000">"don't have time to play around.  I've got things to do and you're starting to get in my way."</span>he stated flatly, trying the calm approach,<span style="color: #BF0000">"So this is how it's going to go; either you give me one good reason why I should take you with me, or I drive you back to your home, or take you straight to the nearest TPD HQ, what will it be?"</span>he asked her, living by his near non-existent virtue of patience. It seemed he would need a lot of it with this one.<br/><br/>Her back was straightened, her head snaking to him with a deviant grin.<br/><br/>"Of course. It's about the extent of how wrong<span style="font-style: italic">I am</span>that you're unaware of."<br/><br/>Her stare lingered as he revived the broken vehicle, rather impressed at his skill for a cop. They shouldn't know these kinds of tricks.<span style="font-style: italic">"It's against the law,"</span>she mocked silently to herself. With a stretch, she shifted in her seat, turning her hips into the seat and facing him as she held her head against the rest, softening her features.<br/><br/>"That's the problem with you Trinity Agents, ya'll don't have enough fun with life. It's all serious business. No wonder you can't walk straight. That stick is so far up your ass."<br/><br/>Her eyes widened as he addressed her, shaking her head and furrowing her brow accordingly to his tone, making fun the whole time whilst trying not to smile - which slipped a couple times.<br/><br/>"See, you need a reason, but if you were able to loosen that grip on your dick and breathe, you'd take a chance and see just how valuable I am and forget to even question me. But since you don't seem to be one for putting away the rule book, the best I can suggest is you take me where you think is best, and I'll deal with things accordingly if I don't like it. Otherwise, all I can give you is how sorry you'll be if you don't accept my help. I'm full of surprises." Her tone was low and thick like melted chocolate, nearly embracing the pitch of a seductive nature.<br/><br/>Kisho was surprised.  This is her idea of<span style="font-style: italic">fun</span>?! Messing with TPD is fun? Really? If the TPD was established just so they can entertain random people, then maybe yes.  Maybe he might "loosen the grip on his dick and breathe" or "have fun" as she tried to imply but no. TPD was hardly in the entertainment business, far from it, and her idea of fun is as twisted as they can come, one that will always fail to appeal to him.  Her saying that was just the reason he needed to not lower his guard down and more.  Kisho found himself losing composure.. If she wanted to have fun, why does she feel the excessive need to drag him into it? It was annoying, really annoying that this lady was being pushy..<br/><br/>And there goes the extent of his patience.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Hey fuck you lady! What do you know about me huh?! You don't know shit so I suggest you keep your comments to yourself!"</span>his tone nearing that of a shout,<span style="color: #BF0000">"You jacked my car, you followed me here, and you dare say I have a problem with letting the rulebook go?"</span>he asked her rhetorically,<span style="color: #BF0000">"What part of the word <span style="font-style: italic">normal</span> do you not understand? There is <span style="font-style: italic">nothing normal</span> about what you're doing now and you expect me to sit back, let my guard down and relax?! I DON'T KNOW YOU."</span>he said, minute green sparks escaping his eyes now that his temper was rapidly rising. This was not good, he needed to calm down if he wanted to keep himself from blowing up both them and this car.  Kisho could only pray that she didn't notice.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"I didn't ask for your help and I could care less about your surprises or how valuable you are.  Right now, I have no use for you and that makes your value to me <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">zero</span></span>. As far as I'm concerned, you're just deadweight no matter what you say."</span>he leveled a hard gaze on her, right hand shifting the transmission stick to Drive.  She was not going away any time soon, that much Kisho already figured out. If she's going to tag along, he wouldn't want to keep calling her "lady".  Everything about her was not even close to being ladylike.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Got a name smart-ass?"</span><br/><br/>She failed to contain the quick burst of laughter that slipped through her lips as he began, amused by how easily this guy was set off. But she was able to settle it for the sake of the argument, less than thrilled at how his demeanor continued to sink, as though she had struck his very core. '<span style="font-style: italic">Very touchy</span>' she thought to herself, finally given a brief moment to speak.<br/><br/>"First of all," she retorted at the same volume, "I never said I knew shit - I simply made observation from my own perspective. Second, I<span style="font-style: italic">returned</span>your car ass-hat. I could've taken this bitch on the town, but instead, I brought it back to your sorry ass, who clearly didn't have the means to start it in the first place - and finally, why would I embrace something as petty as normalcy and subject myself to becoming something like you in "<span style="font-style: italic">normal</span>" society?"<br/><br/>She was high on her hip now, holding herself up on the seat and pressing against the resistance of the seat belt, nearly as defensive as he was by this point. Her glare stared him down, her tone lowering a bit as she paused, swearing she saw something other than anger flicker in his eyes. With a silent calming breath, she sat back with a mild thump, adjusting once more as she stared ahead, returning the obnoxious, yet faint smile to her lips.<br/><br/>"You don't always have to ask for thing, y'know. Sometimes they just find you." Her voice was softer and still filled with pride as she returned his unyielding stare.<br/><br/>As they took off, she crossed her ankles once more, arched her back a moment and pushed her hair from her eyes, surprised at such a casual question.<br/><br/>"None-for-you." she smirked, "Or Nanu for short. And you - or shall I just keep calling you Cop Man?"<br/><br/>A faint beep from his wrist transmitter pulled Kisho's attention away from the nutcase that was in his passenger seat.  He glanced at the small screen of the device while keeping a fraction of his attention on the road, and most of it on the woman.  There was a small red<span style="font-style: italic">X</span>on the screen.  His brows furrowed in slight confusion.  The results from the background check already came back and an X on his transmitter screen meant that this woman was a<span style="font-style: italic">specter</span>—someone who lived under the radar.  He huffed lightly at the findings.  How much more could his night turn so freaking chaotic?  He wondered.  First, a failed mission.  Now, he's lugging a specter around.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Oh fuck me!</span></span>he cursed himself for his lack of favor from lady luck herself.  The problem with specters is that they can do anything, and pretty much vanish without a trace, hence their moniker.  Now he was beginning to wonder what else this woman had hidden in her closet; not that he was keen on finding out, he just doesn't want to be anywhere near her when she decides to pull some psycho crap out of it.<span style="font-style: italic">Caution</span>is the keyword.  The sooner he could get rid of her, the better for him.<br/><br/>Silence was the only thing he would offer to her question.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Nanu huh? Probably not her real name. Well, whatever bitch. I still didn't ask for your help and this car was fine where I left it.</span></span>he grumbled silently to himself, losing the will or desire to argue with such a one track minded individual.  It would have been nice if she took it around town so that he wouldn't have any reservations about frying her ass when their paths cross. Tough luck for him she somewhat had a brain that could actually think...<span style="font-style: italic">surprisingly</span>.  Regardless, he's stuck with her now so it's off to the TPD HQ with this nutcase.<br/><br/>Bath would have to wait; he wouldn't want to be caught off-guard.