Tasha took out her phone and came to a stop just beside a statue of a horse, probably a yard or so away from her target and took out her phone. Pressing it to her ear she used it as a ruse for her stop and kept her eyes facing the road but keeping McCoy in her sight. "Yes. In the park." She murmured calmly, mind racing. Why now? What was he playing at?
She casts a cursory gaze around the park, nobody in rage, only a runner with headphones in and running in the opposite direction. "There is no one else around, target is sat on a bench." She offered.