Hey everyone! This is just stemming from an idea that is still forming in my head. I will be posting chapters regularly! Let me know what you think of the storyline so far... believability? Writing style? Character correctness? Plot line?
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Three pairs of boot-clad feet pounded up the winding concrete staircase, but Special Agent Caitlin Todd didn't have time to think about that. Gibbs, her gruff and ever-demanding boss, was ten flights of dust-slick stairs below, handcuffing one black-clad goon and trusting his two most senior agents to apprehend the other; but Kate had no time to think about that. In fact, Kate had no time to think of anything but the 200 pounds of hooded black sweatshirt that was running just six steps ahead of her. Seven steps.
Now six again.
Five.
She was not about to let him get away.
"STOP! FEDERAL AGENTS!" Tony's voice was loud in her ear as he pounded directly behind Kate, keeping pace one stair behind her, gun drawn and mind working furiously. His yells echoed off the dank concrete walls, doing nothing to slow the man in front of them.
Suddenly, light. A door.
"He's on the roof, Tony!" Kate called back to her partner, bursting through the heavy metal door with Tony right on her heels.
It was light stepping right into a hurricane. Biting wind gusted angrily across the rooftop and rain hammered onto their heads in sheets, but they ran without hesitation into the blinding downpour.
"STOP, FEDERAL AGENTS!" That was Kate, this time. She was four steps behind their man, running hard.
"Stop! There's no where you can go!" That was Tony. He slid to a stop midway across the roof and was taking aim, focusing his sights on the slowing target.
"He's right, Hartfield." Kate stopped too, pointing her gun and squinting into the rain as Hartfield skidded to a halt on the slick roof, dangerously close to the edge of the building.
"Got two options, dirt bag. Give up now or we shoot you." Tony moved slowly closer so that he stood next to Kate.
"I don't like those options."
"You gave up your right to good choices when you killed those Marines." Tony snarled, shaking his head as he tried in vain to dislodge some of the rain that was now streaming from his hair.
A hesitation. Then, "Fine." The man, black hoodie now thoroughly soaked through, knelt on the ground, his back to the edge of the roof; his meaty, knife-scarred hands laced behind his head. He was the blurry picture of submission.
If only they could have seen his eyes through the rain.
"I've got him, Tony." Kate lowered her gun and pulled out her handcuffs, her breath coming hard and fast. Ten flights of stairs was quite the feat, even for a former Secret Service agent. Through the rain, she could see Tony's chest heaving identically. Tony nodded, keeping his gun trained on Hartfield's forehead.
Kate walked gingerly around behind the man, trying to slip as she snapped the harsh metal rings around his wrist and pulled him into a standing position. It was then that things began to go downhill.
Hartfield looked directly at Tony, a dangerous smile curling his lips as he stood. "You were wrong, by the way, earlier. You said there was nowhere to go? You should know by now that there is always somewhere to go." And with that, Hartfield heaved himself backwards into the much slighter Caitlin Todd, and Tony DiNozzo attempted to yell a warning that came too late, and Kate tried in vain to dodge sideways, her feet slipping on the rain-slick concrete as Hartfield's weight caught her shoulder and spun the two of them over the edge of the roof.