The millisecond her gun was drawn and pointed, she was faced with the barrel end of another directed her way.

Jenna grinned. She knew it was coming, knew she had taken a risk coming to New York, but hell, she couldn't hide forever.

"Give it up, I'm better than you, and you bloody well know it..."

The returned grin mirrored her own, and the man giving it, a familiar face to Jenna Foster. They had, after all, worked together for a few jobs in the past. Now she was his mark, and she knew who sent him.

They were in the hotel hallway, her bags in her rented car, her flight taking her back to New Orleans within two hours. She really didn't have time for this, but here it was, in her face.

She didn't want to kill him, but if it came down to a choice between him and her, he was dying in this hallway.

"Now now, we both know this is never going to stop until he gets his way..." The deep baritone voice rumbled from the man's chest, but he never moved a muscle from the neck down.

"That's your brain telling you that, but your heart knows that this time, he's up against more than the average, Sal..."

He gave a small nod, "Which makes it all the more interesting...."

She curled her upper lip. Mother fucker. Sal was going to force her hand, and that, she didn't want. He wasn't a mark, he wasn't the enemy of supernaturals, he wasn't a real threat to the safety of their kind. Just to Jenna Foster.

Her decision was made. A quick flick of her wrist, the high pitched sound of a silenced gun and he was hit in his gun arm, his opposite leg, and his abdomen. He could possibly live, if someone found him in time, or he managed to drag himself somewhere for help.

"Tell him no. Tell him to give it up. And tell him next time he sends you after me, I'm taking your head as a prize."

Then she was gone.

The flight was a quick one, from New York to New Orleans could be gained quickly when you had the right pilot and the right plane.

When the wheels touched down on the tarmac of the private airport, a car was waiting to take her to Paix. As the elevator of the top floor opened, she stepped out, dropped her bags and put a hand to her head, fingers gripping her temples.

She seriously needed a rethink of her life situation right now.