Target practice.

[color=666699]Another smirk. "And where is this meeting place?" She questioned, raising her clenched fists above her head in a yawn. She wasn't tired, no. She didn't get tired easily... She was simply trying to stretch, getting ready for some mindless killing. Ah, this day was turning out better then she thought... [/color]

[color=666699]Another laugh. "Of course." It'd be easy to find... Humans made much noise, and she had no doubt that this Judas' 'coven' were no exception. She twirled the gun lightly on her trigger finger, standing a foot away from him in silence. [/color]

[color=666699]Shirese let the question remained unanswered, picking up her backpack and slinging it over one slim shoulder. "Pleasure doing business with you, Judas Anderson." She announced smoothly, starting off down the mountain without a look back. She needed to grab another gun before she left for the meeting, and perhaps some more ammo.

ooc: out [/color]