[u]"...I don't get it."[/u] [i]That familiar voice spoke, the speaker descending from the darkness of the night.[/i] [u]"So cocky, so rude. It almost surprises me. Almost."[/u] [i]Irina chuckled quietly, stretching out upon the street and eyeing the filthy Russian's weaponry. Both of her hands were bleeding profusely...she would be manipulating blood.[/i] [u]"So you brought a gun? Shame, shame. I expected to actually feel bad about murdering you. Not want to murder you more. Oh well.[/u] [u]But how do you want to die, Dmitri? Peacefully dying isn't an option, mind you."[/u]