"I'm not Deliah?" It seemed to be the only thing Therod could say. Who Deliah was, or what she had to do with Therod was very confusing. The old lady had a moderately crazy look in her one functioning eye, the other one was scabbed over either from injury or illness Therod couldn't be sure. The old woman came down swinging her broken weapon in a way that made Therod really not feel safe.
"Of course you're Deliah, you took my eye, now its time for me to take everything about you." The old woman stuck the weapon through the bars and Therod jumped on it, she smashed it against the bars and the barrel broke. The old lady pulled the trigger anyway causing whatever round was in the chamber to explode in the breach wounding both women, though Therod looked like the old lady got the worse of it. She was wondering how easily the bars would dislodge when she heard boots tromping down and was surprised to see police. Especially that fast.
"Oh thank the gods this lady locked me up..."
"Deliah Cashe? You're under arrest." Therod thought maybe they meant the old lady, but it appeared they were talking to her.
"You've got to be kidding me." As they removed her from the cell and slapped the restraining shackles on, they did not appear to be kidding. Therod swore as they were dragging her off the old woman's corpse had a smile on her face.
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