Halo stared at Artemis, her glacial gaze unblinking and she nodded in response to Sebastian's half joking question, "You know, Sunshine. I might be a relative babe in arms compared your timeless and grizzled ass, but don't you think after spewing this creature from the ancient Netherworld from my lady hoo-hoo and watching it attack a fucking God before scurrying off to leave a visceral trail of destruction and pain in his path, that I might, just fucking might have even considered that?"
The grind of her teeth was almost audible as she somehow managed to keep her voice down and her fists clear from Artemis' face, "I have tried every fucking bastard spell, ritual, chant and evocation that I have ever known to track junior and I have turned up squat. I have googled him, fuck I have even scoured Craiglist to find him and nothing."
She jabbed a solitary finger at the angel's chest as her voice lowered to a threatening growl, "So how about you throw out some more fucking ideas, Captain Obvious, rather than tell us how to utilise our own special skill sets?"
The bottle of rum was slammed to the point of being almost entirely drained, Halo's cool eyes still burning with an infernal fury, "And next time you click your fingers to get my attention like I am some sort of fucking dog, I will make sure your genitalia and nose trade places quicker than you can say 'Hail Mary, full of grace.' Anyway. . "
Her composure seemed to return as quickly as it had slipped, "Yes, he's moving fast, but not hastily. He knows what he wants and he going directly for it. He has to be hiding out somewhere, somewhere he can not only build his army, but also keep them, so a studio apartment on the upper east side is entirely out of the question, a place in Queens on the other hand, isn't entirely out of the question."