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font-size: 13px;">If he was capable of feeling guilty, he would've when he felt the quiet whimper from her throat vibrate along the barrel of his pistol. <i>He </i>had frightened her. <i>He</i> was the reason why her chest heaved with each gasp of breath. <i>He </i>was in the perfect position to end her life. It would've been clean, easy, and over in an instant. He certainly had contemplated it for a moment, though his finger failed to depress the trigger as he reminded himself why he was here. Jason Henderson.<br/>
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The cast of shadows that enveloped their bodies under the sheer light didn't quite bare the details of her features he'd been hoping for. He could tell her eyes were a lighter shade than the darkness of brown, and her hair was fair; likely blonde. He could detect the rapid blinking of her lashes and parted lips as she attempted to steady her nerves. All of which he hoped to shatter. <br/>
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Ryke maintained contact with the pistol against her fluttering pulse, his eyes lowering from the ghost of her face as he noted her hand shuffle between them to unstrap the body cam. His free hand outstretched to collect the body cam once she'd disassembled it from her vest before he dropped it to the ground. A heavy boot stamped over the camera. Once, twice, and three times before he removed his foot to reveal shattered fragments of glass, wiring, and plastic. One less thing to worry about.<br/>
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"How many are on patrol in the area?" he enquired lowly, sweeping his boot across the mess to disperse the remnants into flowing puddles. Ryke's gaze didn't move from hers, yet he knew they needed to move. Standing in front of a dead and heavily bleeding body with a bullet wound between the eyes was a sure way to raise questions should an unfortunate bystander pass through. They'd move - soon. When he knew he had all the essentials to keep her from betraying their location and seeking help from her colleagues. <br/>
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"Hand me your radio and your phone," The aggression underlying his voice served as a deterrent should she decide it'd be wise to try any party tricks, "Slowly." Ryke didn't doubt she was skilled, intelligent, and swift. There were certain advantages to being small and a woman that he would never possess. And even though he had the upper hand, he didn't dare underestimate her, or what she was capable of, keeping a watchful gaze over even the smallest of movements she made. <br/>
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"Call into your crew and tell them you have found something on the other side of town and may require back up." <i>Deter them, send the crew in the opposite direction. Give us time to escape this mess. </i>"Don't make me regret not putting a fuckin' bullet between your eyes, too."<br/>
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