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Cuddy stepped out of the little deli, her dinner in a brown paper bag clutched in one hand. It was late and the streets were empty, most people preferring to avoid going out in the cold, damp evening. She would've preferred that herself but a late meeting meant a late dinner and she didn't feel like cooking.
She turned the corner, headed toward her car, and nearly ran into a man who seemed to be coming from the other direction. She murmured a quick apology and tried to step around him. That was when he grabbed her arm and pushed her into the entrance of the alley.
"What the hell?" she said, pulling her arm away from him.
"Consider this a friendly warning, Dr. Cuddy. Stop what you're doing."
Her mind was flooded with questions but the first one that made it into actual words was, "Stop what?"
"This stupid 'free the angels' crap."
He was a hunter, obviously. "Or else?" she asked.
"Or else the next time the warning won't be so friendly."
[ooc: open to anyone who wants to tangle with a hunter. Or Cuddy ;-)]
She turned the corner, headed toward her car, and nearly ran into a man who seemed to be coming from the other direction. She murmured a quick apology and tried to step around him. That was when he grabbed her arm and pushed her into the entrance of the alley.
"What the hell?" she said, pulling her arm away from him.
"Consider this a friendly warning, Dr. Cuddy. Stop what you're doing."
Her mind was flooded with questions but the first one that made it into actual words was, "Stop what?"
"This stupid 'free the angels' crap."
He was a hunter, obviously. "Or else?" she asked.
"Or else the next time the warning won't be so friendly."
[ooc: open to anyone who wants to tangle with a hunter. Or Cuddy ;-)]