<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><em>Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley</em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>Homicide Inspector Cooling Down - <strong> P3, Parking Lot.</strong></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">At first Jack didn't notice the Halliwell witch that had appeared out in the parking lot, being more than well enough occupied with the bounty hunter that had decided to play a game of cat and mouse - and she most certainly was not the cat - even with her gun and badge.  In this fight, such items didn't really mean much.  Demonic Bounty Hunters had a reputation for catching what ever it was they intended to get - dead or alive.  This one seemed to want her wounded, struggling, and alive, which was even more worrisome.  <strong>"Look, stupid. I said I don't want to get involved in whatever scheme sent you mistakenly after me."</strong> A glob of freezing cold material landed all too close to her leg, and crept along her boot.  Horrified as the leather started to freeze, she shifted her left as close to the circle of fire around her as she dared to melt the ice.  The flames caught along her skirt and singed it, but this was hardly the time to be concerned about fashion disasters.  <br/><br/>In general, the fire wouldn't hurt her, but the ice would have undoubtedly been almost lethal.  Pressing her hands together, Jacqueline sighed, and let go of that release inside that held her magic hidden in part due to the intricate tattoos on her neck and back that generally went unseen.  Flames shot from her hands, curling into a ball of fire the size of her palm.  Really, all she'd been trying to do was warn the hunter off.  On the whole of things, she tried really hard not to kill bounty hunters unless they just wouldn't listen.  Over the years, she'd managed to run away from some of them, but the trouble was that they were so ... focused that killing them was often the only alternative.  <br/><br/>She flung her twin fireballs at the bounty hunter - and the man just side stepped them, laughing, as they had been pretty weak even for a witch.  <strong>"<em>Come on</em>, doll.  With parents like yours, I know you've got more firepower than that."</strong>  <br/><br/>Jack made a face.  <strong>"That's not the <em>point</em>.  I don't like using my magic nilly willy, thank you very much!"</strong></span></span><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><em>Bounty Hunter</em></span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em><strong>Parking Lot - Tagging Melinda</strong></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>'Cold one tonight!'</em></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/BountyHunter1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">  Of course, it seemed while Jack did not notice they were observed, the demon did.  The man scowled at Melinda after side stepping the fireballs - while ice shot from his fingers around his current quarry.  <strong>"Run, little girl.  You don't want to get involved in this, else I'll kill you just as dead,"</strong> he said too calmly to Melinda.  Generally, he wasn't concerned about collateral damage, but another witch was something he hadn't been told to bother with.  He was only to bring the cop to the underworld alive, if possible - and the one thing he was probably well known for was keeping to not killing more than the quarry he'd been assigned, unless of course he ran into bits of stupid like good witches.<br/><br/>Coreth couldn't stand them.  They even smelled bad ... err, well good.  They were almost as bad as those humans that were heavy into religion - and if he'd ever been on a free reign?  It would have been those kind that would have been first on his list to die.  They often made his targets harder to get to.  The woman was bitching, it seemed, because a little bitty shard of ice had crumpled her poor little junker of a car - and really, he didn't give a rat's ass.  A third stream of razor sharp ice pellets streamed toward and around Melinda - though not one of them actually even came close to hitting her.  <strong>"Run away if you know what's good for you!"</strong><br/><br/>It was only then that Jack turned and noticed that it was Melinda he was firing those damned things at.  <em>Oh shit, that's just not good</em>, Jack thought.  With quick fingers, she made a protective sigil with Chinese characters in the air, with her target being the witch across the way(<em>Melinda</em>).  A bright light flared around other woman in a wide circle just before an athame shaped ice creation went through Jack's abdomen and then slammed hard against whatever it circle it was Jack had made in a wide berth around Melinda, then vanished.  She swayed on her feet, and cursed.  <strong>"Not enough ... no time.  You cheated."</strong>  Somehow, he'd managed to keep her from using the few other active powers available to her.  Pressing her fingers to her belly with the heel of her hand, she tried to stop the bleeding.  It was the trouble with being mostly mortal: shit <em>hurt</em>.<br/><br/>The Bounty Hunter looked altogether puzzled.  He was a demon, wasn't he?  <strong>"You're a confused little girl if you think I intended to give you a fair fight."</strong></span></span>