House Arrest (continued)

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

*She rubs her chin, flickering through the channels*

He's very clever. Knows me well. Chances are he would have probably figured out that note I've left for him to "crack" is nothing more than mere rubbish..

*She pulls out more papers from the desk next to the telly and sits down and starts writing in them.*

[Ryuk]

*grins* You really are a clever one, kukukukuku. You know, this could be even more interesting than i first thought. *takes a huge bite of apple and grins in satisfaction*

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda bit his lip, reaching a decision. "That's it. I want a report sent to the press, but cover only the basics. Show a picture of Amateur, don't list her name, tell only the basic information: She's a wanted criminal, recently escaped from prison, and that she could be dangerous. That's it. No reports of whether police have made any or no progress, just a tipline people can call. We have to catch her before she skips town goddamnit."
He squeezes the stressball on his desk and thinks. "Where are you amateur? You could be right in front of my eyes and I wouldn't know it."

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

(( <2 HUNGGGG LIKE A HORSE MAN THAT'S WHY HE'S ALWAYS STANDING LIKE THAT. XDDD ))
*She overhears something on the news

Television: This just in there has been reports of homocide citing around the city areas. If anyone has seen or heard from this woman *a picture of her turns up* Please do not hesitate to contact your local authorities. This woman is known to be armed and dangerous. Please contact *the television starts fuzzing up*


Didn't think he'd actually do that..Cocky little bastard he is. I could kill him right here and now..

[Ryuk]

Kukuku. You COULD, easily.
But would you? Hyuk.

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

*Shakes her head*
I like the challenge..*she smirks*

[Takeda-qeuto]

Not long after the report is played, the phone lines go mad. Most of the calls are false alarms- from a distance, a lot of people could mistake someone else for Amateur.Some of the calls are ridiculous, such as the man who thinks she's his next-door neighbor of 2 years, or the man who knows nothing about Amateur but wants to report a Bigfoot sighting. But he gets one valid lead-
"She was last seen in check in of the Marriott hotel on the outskirts of town!" Takeda yelled, slamming down the phone and racing to his car. His heart thunders in his ears-
Let's hope i get there before she gets away!!!!

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

Amateur caught on quickly. She knew she would have been reported by now by the motel management. She moved out of the building using a fire escape. Back into the rain again outside.
Shimatta. I paid money for this motel, now I have to leave.

*She hands her coat and hat to a homeless woman dragging a trolley down the street. She pays her $20, takes her cart and disappears*

[Takeda-qeuto]

Pulling up to the hotel with brakes screeching, Takeda leaps out of his car, gun drawn, searching for Amateur.
He spotted a flash of something in the distance and lunged, tackling the figure to the ground. his heart pounded as he felt the familiar fabric of Amateur's favorite jacket- the one she'd been wearing when he arrested her. But as his vision cleared, he realized it was a terrified old woman who smelled as though she hadn't bathed for days. He swore loudly and released her.
The rain would throw off any chances he had of the dogs catching her now. He asked the woman which direction she'd gone but the old bat couldn't manage more than incoherent, terrified babble. He swore and pounded a fist on the ground. You just escaped me..... but you haven't lost me yet....

[Ryuk]

Kukukuku *flying quickly after her*
This cat-and-mouse-game is even more fun than the last one. This time around there's a lot more running. Hyuk.
*looks backwards*
Just as a peice of advice, fro, shinigami to human, he's already seen past your diversion. Hyuk.

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

She happens to be pretty close by, watching him from the sides and shaking her head

This has almost become too easy. Enough horseplay. Let's get into some real action,, *she pulls out the book*

[Takeda-qeuto]

He hears the squeaking wheels of a cart and spins, following the source of the noise. He reaches a dead-end alleyway, curses, slams his fist against the wall, and turns to retrace his steps. She's close. I KNOW it. I can SENSE her-

[Ryuk]

kukukuku.
Now the fun part begins *leans in, eyes glinting*

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*She spots an officer nearby, who she knew from before*

Officer Brady.. *She smirks and starts writing in the notebook* Very good friend of Takeda's. Knew each other from the academy itself..

*Officer Brady follows Takeda to the alleyway*

BRADY: Detective, there is something I've been meaning to share with you..*he reaches out for his gun*

Unfortunately, he doesn't feel the same about him. He hates his guts.

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice behind him, but it's only his fellow officer and friend Thomas Brady.
"Detective, there is something I've been meaning to share with you.."
Takeda smiles, though he's tired and weary. "Yes Brady?"
"I can't stand you. How you stole the position I wanted, DESERVED, how you always seem to be SO much better than me, how you BUMBLE your way through things and make it seem like it was all deliberate, how the chief was always on your side- 'Oh, good WORK Takeda, you're a shining STAR, Takeda- and NOW, he's DEAD because of YOUR wife and YOU'RE going to earn his place!" The enraged officer took the safety off of his gun and advanced towards Takeda.
Takeda, gasping for breath, backed away. "Brady.... please- this ... this is silly-"
Brady fires a round that hits the wall dangerously close to Takeda's ear. He swallows, hard. His hand slowly, carefully makes its way down towards his gun as he continues to talk in a steady, even voice-
"Come on, brady. You know I hold you in the highest respect. Anything that happened in the academy is past us now-"
"THE ACADEMY? DON'T EVEN MENTION THE ACADEMY TO ME!" Brady fires another shot, and Takeda can feel it whizz by him, barely missing him. He swallows the growing lump in his throat. Brady reloads for another shot and-
BANG
A body falls to the ground, gurgling on its own lifeblood. Brady's. Takeda stands there, panting, his face contorted in terror, his gun in his hand, smoke rising from the barrel.