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"...I'm down the street from the place, captain-general. Why do you guys always go for the complicated version of details? Saves time-"

At this moment, Ozpin cut in, and faded before Jericho could even yell at him about it. As the sounds of torment and possible murder played in his ear, Jericho surveyed the streets, giving each person he passed their own, personalized glare. No one seemed too free of suspicion, seeing as Jericho didn't trust anyone as far as he could toss them.

The voices went back and forth, and Hunter's voice even resurfaced, but Jericho was slowly losing interest. As his eyes wandered at the passing people, his eyes finally latched onto something. He craned his head as he stared directly into another set of eyes, peering from under a black hood. The rest was veiled, in both fabric, and curiosity. As she seemed notice him, she slipped her look away...and Jericho pressed his harder...but just as he made a move, his ear erupted in the sharp, crackling noise of technology frying.

Jericho growled, in part from the deafening noise, and part from feeling he could be saying 'I told you so,' to Ozpin.

"Son of a bitch! Gah...Ozpin? Hunter?"

"Guys!?"

"...God damnit...Alright, the tech-bar is now a one man job." He monologued to himself for a moment, just a bit over a mumble, before his attention turned back to the task at hand. Whatever Hunter just went after, would be his problem. Jericho had an intruder to 'speak' with. By the time his sights were reset, the hooded figure was past him, both on the street, and within his own mind. He began his stride again, but it was hesitant. Jericho gave one last glance over his shoulder, before pressing onward.

...Shifty bastards all over.