She tilts her head down, the red dot in the corner of her vision. Huffing, she looks back up, several building reflections bouncing into her eyes. There were to many spots her old friend could be at, and in her current state, it felt unwise to guess. A buzz from her phone pulls her attention down. Her fingers dancing on the green button from the call for only a moment before finally slamming down on it.
"Long time no see Katie," She stays quiet, her eyes still panning, searching for that infamous tiny reflection. "Oh c'mon, don't play so hard to get, that's never fun," "What do you want." "My, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," She scoffs, but hides it with a cough when people start to look. The last thing she needs is more attention on her. "I wonder why," she mutters through gritted teeth. "Jack wasn't a big fan of the stunt you pulled yesterday." "Since when do you care what he thinks?" The woman on the other end pauses, and Katie revels in the few extra seconds that buys her. "I don't." She's about to make a snide remark when she finally closes in on the small light of the sniper rifle, her breath hitches. In an instant she breaks into a sprint, and the shouts of protest from her phone fade away as she dashes into the building mere seconds before the piercing sound of a gun firing rings. Most people duck, but she jets to the nearest stairwell and races up, determined to find the sniper before she could run away again. She reaches the floor she thinks is right, and moments after opening the door she is met with more gun shots. "Always trying to get cute Katie," the woman calls. "You still think I'm cute Sara?" she teases after finding a hiding spot, doing her best to rile up her opponent. Sara loudly scoffs, and it allows Katie to change her position. She reaches for her own gun and holds it close, anticipating where she might strike next. "Don't pull that on-" Katie seizes her opportunity when Sara walks right past her, and with a single bunch the large rifle goes flying. Sara recovers quickly though, and with a sweep of a leg Katie is knocked off her feet, her gun long out of her reach. She tries to recover, but Sara pounces on her, pining Katie's arms down with her knees. Katie struggles for a moment before accepting her fate, at the same time Sara pulls a small knife out of her many pockets. "What are you gonna do now?" she purrs while gentle placing the knife at Katie's neck. Despite her suboptimal predicament, Katie's eyes gleam with triumph. "The better question is what are you gonna do?"