<i>"You little fuckin' bitch."</i><br/><br/>Bitch? well that was rather tame. She'd been called far worse...<br/>The best that springs to mind, was when one of the local crack addicts that she had been arresting one time, had called her a " Cunty midget hobgoblin." The name was so amusing that it had even made it successfully onto a printed sheet of A4 paper, which was then attached to her works locker back at the station; Complete with a little picture of Gollum from Lord of the Rings, placed right beneath the bold font text.<i> Ahhh... the childish antics of coppers. If only the general public knew.</i><br/><br/>But... now was not the time to criticise the unimaginative name calling of her current threat. She needed to concentrate. To create distance. Like a terrorised young rabbit fleeing it's first near-miss encounter with a fox, she darted straight into the poorly lit confines of the nearest network of alleyways. The one's that lead off to both York street and Broadlands Avenue. One boot after another, violently disrupting puddles with her frantic and hurried footsteps. Through the sound of her own laboured breathing and the continual rumbles of anxiety triggering thunder somewhere off in the distance; The thudding of another pair of footsteps suddenly joined the chase.<br/>" How the fuck has he recovered so quickly?! " Fauna heaved to herself, trying to drive herself forward in hopes of a quicker pace. Her uniform was not made for situations such as these. It was heavy, bulky and even ill-fitted in some places due to the force trying to penny pinch, ordering a bulk load of 'one size fits all', probably from somewhere like china. It hindered her ability to sprint properly. And as a result, the fox was able to close the gap between them without too much effort.<br/><br/>The plank of wood came as a surprise. A very painful... surprise. Striking the calf of her left leg at such an angle that it then became lodged between her limbs, disrupting the motion of her right leg and throwing her immediately off her footing. Between the pain and the stumble, Fauna was momentarily distracted from her pursuer. Releasing a panicked and pained cry, that phased quickly into a withdrawn grunt when a large, heavy hand came to latch itself around the back of her neck. Her shoulder was next to be gripped. Then falling victim to her own momentum, she found herself being directed and forced face first into the nearest damp, brick wall. She hit the solid surface with quite the thud. Partially winded from the bulk of her stab vest, with her cheek suffering a fairly nasty graze from the jagged friction of the hardened shale. " Agh!! " Fauna grunted. Only now noticing that she was no longer wearing her hat. It must have fallen off during the very brief scuffle.<br/><br/><i>"I told you not to do anything fuckin' stupid,"</i><br/><br/>" I wouldn't define my actions as stupid..." She huffed with a hint of sarcasm through her heavy breaths. Now trying to regulate her breathing as she peered over her shoulder to him.<br/><br/><i>"I would say eye for an eye. But I think smacking you against a wall qualifies enough."</i><br/><br/>Oh? Did the murderer have morals? Rather odd. But Fauna was not about to question it -<i>not unless she too desired to also feel the sting of PAVA in her mismatched hues. </i>Like her bodycam, the radio met a similarly violent end. Being smashed against the wall, right next to her head, by brute strength alone. A clear demonstration of her captor's power... and his temper. The sound alone caused another flinch from the young officer, and a tremble to rattle through her body. She winced, tensing her teeth together as he then peeled her from the wall. Fauna again grunted, being tugged down by the back of her neck at an awkward angle to watch as the discarded bits of her radio and pepper spray were thrown down and into a near storm drain.<br/><i><br/>
"Walk. Down York street," </i>He was next to command, and with his order Fauna found herself being repetitively shoved in the desired direction.<i>Perhaps now was the time to try some out some of her negotiation training?</i><br/><br/>" There's CCTV down this way..." She lied. Well... semi-lied. There were CCTV camera's but they hadn't been in operation for the past two years... due to the lack of government funding for the council's camera's. " Look, you can't kidnap me... or... well.. I mean you can and maybe you can kill me... but you'll be caught. You've left way too much evidence scattered around the place as it is..." She continued to try and awkwardly reason, whilst she shuffled along with him.<br/><br/>" Let me go... and I won't tell a soul. You can go about your own business... and I can go about mine. There will be no more issues..."