#likeadeer

An eyebrow slowly raised. When the girl came into his and Dallas’ office looking upset, he was ready to attack someone. 

He had sat her down in Dallas’ chair because the Mastermind was out on a heist -and hey, Hox really didn’t give a flying fuck about what he thought when there was an upset heister-especially a kid- in his midst.

But when she said that? That specific phrase? It left a gnawing feeling in his gut. “Y’love.. Jasmine-y’don’t mean.. Fawn, love, no..”

Jasmine’s caught off guard for a moment, as she was spaced out about upcoming heists. She jumps slightly before turning to answer.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry. They figured I needed to wear one to match them. Although, I’ve seen three of the others at least not wear suits at all..”

Trailing off, she holds it up to herself, studying the look in a mirror. “I hope I actually look good in these, never really worn them before.”

He held his hand over his mouth for a moment before speaking around it. 

“Y-yeah, just.. don’t worry about it.. Nerves from everything, y’know? ”  It had been a while since he used the- well, acid attack is what he wanted to call it. 

This girl obviously hadn’t noticed how green he was, and he didn’t want to frighten her by flat out admitting he’s a zombie with a battery acid container for a stomach..  Frank was blunt but not blunt enough to scare a younger girl.

After a moment, he managed to swallow back the acid; clearing his throat before talking. 

Yikes, this poor thing looked scared. 

Understandable, but Frank didn’t quite appreciate the knife pointed in his direction. He raised his hands after looking around, at least this maintenance hallway seemed secure for now.

He cracked a smile at the correction. At least she’s still thinking clearly enough to do that. “Heh-Yeah, live. Word blanked out on me a sec there..” 

“Weapons? I-uh..”

 Does he lie to intimidate her or tell the truth and possibly get stabbed? He didn’t want to scare a young girl like this more than she already was..

“..No. Broke it on the zombies coming in here.” 

With his hands still raised, he pointed to the right with one while speaking.

“I’m trying to set up small safe areas in the mall as well as a main one. The nearest one is in the back of the as seen on tv store about eight stores down from here.” 

Jasmine was not having a good day.

Here she sat on the sidewalk, wondering what to do. Her car- Her home- was broken into.

She glanced up to the stranger after sighing in defeat. Please don’t be the robber checking if he missed anything.

“Well.. My money, my cellphone, my printer… basically anything that wasn’t nailed down in there-except my clothes..”

She motioned to the broken window on the driver’s side; rubbing her temple.

Thank goodness she had her camera on her neck.

Henry rubbed the back of his neck, observing the damaged vehicle. Poor kid. That’s got to be rough. With no money and no cellphone, there wasn’t much she could do without abandoning the car and risking more of her stuff being taken.

“I might not be able to get you your stuff back, but I’m going to help you however I can. There’s a little diner just across the road; you’ll be able to watch your car from there. How about I buy you some lunch, and you can borrow my phone to call the insurance or whatever.”

“Jasmine..” The Fugitive sighs as he shakes his head.  

“I dunno who you think you’re kiddin’ but if he was any more special to ya you wouldn’t be talkin’ to me right now you’d be in there makin’ out with him.’

Catching some air..