"Hey!" Meredith barked, using her diaphragm to really project her voice at the man on top of Isa.  "Let go of her!"  She stepped closer, feeling the rush of fear and excitement that was so similar to what she felt going into a fire.  It could be dangerous, make you lose focus, and afterwards you felt trembly and exhausted.  But right here, right in the moment, it was appropriate.  Meredith knew the gear she wore made her look larger, bulkier, and people instinctively trusted and listened to firefighters.  More than cops even.  It was ingrained on them that firefighters were their friends, there to help, part of the hero culture.  A lot of times they could get people to back off when cops would have to resort to physical means.<br/><br/>"Let go of her," she repeated firmly when she was closer.  "Let her go and get out of here."  Was that wire?  Who carried wire around to tie someone up?  Wait...he was wearing a suit.  Like the guy on the ship!