Thread: Pieces of Eight {Leroco / Symphony}

The corner turned, Mike couldn't help but let out a small laugh as the scene of the woman hanging off the fence appeared in front of him. His stature relaxed visibly, even in the darkness, as his worries faded from his mind. I swear , he thought as he shifted his sprint into that of a jogging pace, the woman redoubling her efforts as he grew near, This is just too damn easy . With calculated eyes, Mike watched the girl do her best to pull herself down from the fence, the strong fabric of her pants resisting her efforts. With a bit more training, a bit less panic, she might have already freed herself, but instead she twisted and jerked against the fence light a frightened animal. With each step he took, the woman's voice grew more shrill as she reached the limits of her ability to scream. Her language was rather tame compared to some of the phrases thrown at Mike in his past, and the attempts to dissuade him only made his smile grow wider. As Mike approached the fence he evaluated the snagged pocket, before he quickly pulled a compact pair of pliers from his own pocket. Pliers moving in expect motions, he quickly twisted the snagged part of the fence around the fabric of the woman's pants, ensuring they would not come loose. Ignoring the woman's continued screams, and the sounds of metal on metal as she struggled to gain leverage with her arms and legs on the weakly secured links of the chain fence, Mike placed both hands at the top of the fence and pulled himself over. His height gave him an advantage the woman had lacked and allowed him to clear it in a single, smooth, movement. With a solid thunk of heavy boots on unkept pavement, Mike found himself on the same side of the fence as the woman. Quickly, he seized the opportunity to grab her arms and prevent most of her thrashing, holding her in the air. Words were not necessary to demoralize her, and the woman's rambling screams did not deserve response, even as she fearfully glanced at his face before resuming her attempts to rip herself down. She only felt the cold touch of his hands on her arms, the cold gaze of a killer evaluating her body. First priority was to shut the woman up, to prevent her frightened screams from leaving the dark alleyway. Mike drew a small cloth, and a tightly wrapped roll of reinforced tape from his pockets. Quickly, his body pushing the woman against the fence to prevent her moving, he forced open the woman's mouth with his hands, and stuffed it with the dry cloth. A fast-acting chemical would be appropriate for some jobs, but the woman's reaction to such things was unknown, and she needed to be captured while alive. With practiced motions, he furled the small roll of tape twice around the whole of the woman's head, under her long hair, finally reducing the woman's loud cursing screams into quiet muffled sounds. Her glare as her cries were silenced, eyes panicked and angry, caused Mike to chuckle again, his deep laughs echoing against the walls of the alleyway. This had always been his favorite part of any hunt. The payoff. Finally finished wrapping the tape around the woman's mouth, Mike was ready to rip her off the fence himself, leverage allowing him to tear the fabric of the woman's pants with ease. Her slender frame clearly lacked the strength behind it to cause him too much trouble, and it was easier to tie her limbs together while she was pinned onto the ground. However, as Mike pulled the woman down, finally ripping the pocket clean off of her pants, leaving a large hole where it once sat, the woman gave an unexpected thrashing motion, and managed to throw herself away from him. Cursing his hubris, the man jumped after the woman stumbling away from him, a large, unfortunately deep, scratch visible on one of her legs. In the distance, police sirens sounded, growing closer.