Operation: Showing Sneaking! Jack vs Angel!

Angel had a point. The whole room fell silent except for the sounds of Jack clearing his dry throat, and the running showers.

"Alright...fine, then take a step foward...."

It was hard to ask questions when you're distracted with the sound of water dripping from a woman's bare, sugary skin. She looked better than average, that much is true...but Jack wasn't falling for her act at all. This woman was obviously hiding useful information about this entire operation.

"Think you can hold out, can you? I'll make you crack one way or another....where's your headquarters? Who are you working for?"

Angel rolled her eyes. This guy was obviously out of his mind, and she was starting to get tired of his crazy-talk.

"You want info? That's fine with me..."

She dropped her arms, revealing her bare, busty chest again, hoping it would catch his eye as she took a step forward.

"I'm working for....this!" She would suddenly throw up a leg, going for a high kick towards his hand, trying to knock the gun out of his grip. Provided that he would drop the weapon, she would then dart past him and out of the showers into the dry locker room. She would quickly grab for a nearby bathrobe and throw it around herself, tightening up the belt in one quick, fluid motion and turning back towards the bathroom to see if he had followed, dropping into a defensive pose. It was HER time to ask questions, and she GOING to figure out what the hell he was talking about.

"Damn!"

Jack cursed after feeling his own gun fly out of his hand and skid across the wet, tiled shower floors. One look...just one look at a pair of breasts was enough to make him lose his advantage.
Jack started to go for the gun, but then he felt a draft of wind as Angel had already made her escape!

"Damn!"

Jack was feeling like he was repeating himself.

"What a woman..."
That kick...that wasn't no ordinary kick. Angel definatley had some background in some form of combat.

"I see you aren't willing to give up just yet..."
Jack slowly stalks around the showeroom, looking in no place of particular.

"That's fine. One match will settle this. After I beat you, you're gonna give me some answers!"

Angel had to stop herself from grinning again. This idiot really did want to fight her, didn't he? She shook her head and quickly slipped behind a row of lockers, pressing up close to it.

If he wanted a fight, hey, he would get it.

She wanted for him to come near, maybe even passing by, then the slender latina would pop out, aiming a second kick at her, going right for his stomach to try and stun him.

Jack noticed a sudden silence within the showers. Angel was quiet...too quiet. Was she hiding?

"You know, that was a pretty good kick....very flexible...You should try out for figure skating"

Jack's voice would echoe throughout the halls. If he would get no response, then it would only confirm that she is indeed hiding. A grin crept over his lips and his eyes narrowed.

This wasn't a fight. This was a hunt.

"Okay...we'll play this your way then...."

Jack slowly creeps through the lockers, unknowingly walking into your trap...

...and as he crept though, Angel would jump out of nowhere, firing off that quick kick to Jack's stomach, trying to forced him to double over. If he did, she would then raise up her arm and try to send an elbow down to the back of his neck.

Using his honed senses from his years of infiltrating the enemy holds deep within the jungles of Africa, sneaking to find just one woman in the shower room was no big deal.
Especailly when it came to reacting accordingly to your kick, which was an infantile ambush attack at best. Jack captures your leg in both of his arms.

"The ol' peep out of the corner and strike the enemy trick, eh?"

With that, Jack would attempt to sweep you off your feet and bring you down into the hard floor. If that worked, he'll then straddle you, pinning your arms down against the ground.

Angel's eyes widened a bit as she her leg was grabbed, staring at Jack. She definately wasn't expecting him to catch her kick!

The next thing she knew, she was hitting the floor with a loud grunt of surprise, squirming around as Jack went to straddle her. As he pinned down her arms, she would smirk up at him and keep wiggling around, going to lock eyes with him...

"Well...I knew you were crazy, but I didn't expect you to be kinky. Moving pretty fast for someone I just met, aren't you?"

Angel was using verbal tactics to distract him long enough to buy some time. This woman was more dangerous than he thought.

"Tell me where the PME's are!"

Jack ignores Angel charm and tightens his pinning grip on her wrists, his cold, hazel eyes searching deeply into hers.

"You're hiding something...last chance to spill the beans..."

Angel kept squirming underneath him, trying to wiggle her hands free of his grasp.

"I don't know what you're talking about, honey...ever think of getting some mental help?"

Of course, all of Angel's squirming wouldn't be completely without a result. She didn't have time to tie her fluffy bathrobe up that tightly, and all her movements were causing it to slip back open a fair bit, giving Jack a nice, close up few of her chest again....