<ul>When the gun was back in her hands, Myra whirled around again to point the barrel at him, however the thief was no longer standing there. Her breathing had become laboured as her grey eyes danced around the darkness attempting to find any sign of him.<br/><br/>Heavy boots stepped backwards, attempting to create some space between herself and the darkness. Her grip on the gun was tight now, not wanting to make the mistake of losing it again as she stepped back into a pool of light from a broken window.<br/><br/>"How about we just make this easier on both of us?" She talked at the walls, glancing around her. "Why don't you just give up the holy book, and we can both go home. You proved your point, and I'm tired of this game." If nothing else, she had an advantage over him with her gun. Bullets went through skin a lot easier than knives. <br/></ul>