"Fi, tell me what you see."
"A bunch of tourists, Michael. I'm not seeing anyone who could be O'Toole."
"Sam?"
"Nothing, Mikey."
Michael suppressed and sigh and took another look around. He was stationed just outside the Hotel Victor, pretending to read a newspaper as he kept an eye out of the crowd. Fiona was inside the lobby and Sam was in the Charger across the street.
"Wait," Sam's voice said into Michael's ear suddenly. "That might be our girl. Twenty feet to you six, Mike. The ATM?"
Michael turned, peering through the crowd. "I see her. Sam, keep the car running. Fi, back me up."
"What? We're going to grab her now?" Fiona asked incredulously.
"I want this woman off the streets as soon as possible," Michael said quickly, beginning to weave through the crowd. When he was only a couple feet away from the small woman at the ATM, he called out.
"Excuse me!"
The woman turned instinctively, her and Michael's eyes immediately meeting. A series of emotions flashed across her small face: confusion, recognition, and before Michael could decipher any other emotion, she was whirling around and bolting the opposite direction. Michael swore under his breath and sprinted after her.
"Fi, I'm in pursuit!"
"On my way, Michael!"
O'Toole darted down an alleyway and Michael followed, the sound of his feet pounding against the pavement pushing him along. Finally he caught up to her and grabbed her roughly by the arm, quickly shoving her against the wall. O'Toole tried to wrap a hand around into her purse but Michael quickly ripped the purse off her shoulder and back behind him. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and used his other arm to hold her back against the wall.
"Don't hurt me!" she cried. Michael frowned, taking a closer look at her face. There were tears in her eyes... A criminal like O'Toole shouldn't be crying. A criminal like O'Toole should still be fighting. Unless this was a trick...
Light footsteps padding down the alleyway reached Michael's ears. Fiona had arrived. O'Toole looked over and the terrorized look on her face switched to shock.
"Fiona?"
Fiona skidded to stop, the shock in O'Toole's face mirrored on hers.
"Gwen?"
A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!