Jameson nodded with Tanith's assessment. The demon seemed to have its eyes on the leather-clad woman and if she had an idea to get it away from those kids, even better. Maybe she was some kind of witch and he just didn't know it. More power to her then, whatever worked. If only the demon would stop that screeching bit; thank god all the windows were already blown, and he could feel the crunch of broken glass under his feet.
It was either drop his cane or the shotgun - and he wasn't leaving himself down a weapon. Fuck, he'd just limp back and get it later, and the cane fell by the wayside, forgotten in the moment. Switching to the handgun at his hip, Jameson took aim and fired, his first shot slicing through the side of the demon's neck. Where's Jasper when I need him? It was still weird to be in a firefight without his twin at his side, it had rarely happened in his career as an officer and he didn't like the sinking feeling he got, trusting strangers to have his back.
He limped over towards Missy, right leg making him move slower than he would have liked, and he kept on firing. Come on, hellspawn, does this shit piss you off yet? And apparently the answer was yes, the demon reaching out to swipe at him, Jameson tucking and rolling into the next aisle.