[quote=Jackson]"Erm... excuse me... Miss? I really couldn't care less about the reasons behind your... rather emphatic use of flammable liquids... but you're... erm... sort of in my way... and I need to get home... because it is dark out... and I like my sofa quite a lot..."[/quote]

[i]'Shit.'[/i] Charis concluded emphatically as she finished emptying the can of gasoline over the warehouse HVAC. It was set right against the exterior wall, next to a nearly overflowing garbage dumpster and a side entrance. In her mind, it was practically begging to be set on fire. She had not been expecting anybody to be around though - the haulers at her warehouse had all been clocking overtime to make their appointments with demise. The entire warehouse district should have been deserted save for a few security guards.

Turning her head slowly, Charis peered over her shoulder. Standing there was a bum wearing a gas-mask and reeking of nicotine, a bulging backpack and a battered axe strapped to his back. At first Charis imagined he was an axemurderer who had seen some woman in a deserted warehouse district in the dead of night and decided to axemurder her. His words though, however muffled, convinced her that perhaps he really was just a bum. Maybe some kind of veteran if the gas mask was any indication.

"No, you've got entirely the wrong idea." Charis said calmly as she moved the gas can to her left hand and tossed it away, reaching into her jacket with her right. With her back turned, Jackson wouldn't have a good view of what she was doing. As she drew her flechette gun, she turned to her left in order to minimize the time she needed to point the muzzle at Jackson, who was treated only to a brief look at the quad-barreled end as it peaked around her side.

"You're not going anywhere." Charis said as she flashed a smile at Jackson, pressing the trigger and firing hundreds of steel flechettes straight at his chest. The weapon itself gave no report, only accompanied by a faint hissing noise as the metal spikes flew through the air.