A Devious Humanity

Heights

The day had started out rough for the two detectives. A rogue deviant who had been using a knife to attack and threaten other deviants and humans throughout the city had been accused of murdering an innocent woman who was out walking her dog in the park, and was now on the run. Due to the deviant nature of the case both Connor and Hank had been assigned to work the investigation and had tracked the deviant down to the busy train station where he was trying to blend into the crowd and escape from the police before he could be apprehended. It wouldn't be easy to isolate the deviant from the rest of the community since his model design wasn't uncommon or easily distinguishable.

Fortunately for the deviant division, Connor could still recognize one deviant from another. After trailing the suspect throughout the city Connor managed to spot the dangerous deviant attempting to disappear via train station, and quickly exited the car to begin a foot pursuit in an attempt to arrest the suspect before he could harm anyone else.

"Stop!" Connor shouted with authority in his voice as he easily isolated the dangerous deviant from the rest of the crowd and began his chase. "Detroit Police!"

The deviant glared angrily at Connor as he pushed his way through the mass of people and leapt onto the elevated concrete tracks of the train in a desperate bid to flee from the pursuing detective. Without missing a beat Connor also cut through the crowd and leapt onto the tracks as he chased after the deviant along the concrete tracks at a dangerously quick speed over the busy streets twenty feet below; his heart painfully thundering in his chest with each adrenaline fueled step he took.

"Holy shit!" Hank was driving along the street below the tracks and was keeping track of the chase from his position as he radioed in the pursuit to dispatch. He craned his neck a little as he watched Connor catching up to the deviant along the lengthy concrete tracks above. "What the fuck is he thinking?!"

"STOP." Connor demanded again as he reached out his hand and grabbed onto the deviant's shoulder. Pulling back hard he managed to stop the deviant in his tracks, only to have the deviant turn around wildly and swing his knife at Connor in response. Grabbing onto the deviant's arm just below his wrist Connor planted his feet to keep the blade from cutting into his body as he restrained the deviant's weapon. "DROP THE KNIFE. NOW!"

Seeing the struggle now taking place atop the tracks Hank stopped the car beneath the tracks and looked up at the duo fighting for the knife almost twenty feet above him. Connor and the deviant were standing atop the tracks over a concrete support column right in the middle of the street and precariously close to the edge. Grabbing his radio that he kept in his coat pocket Hank reported the incident and the exact location, requesting immediate back-up to their location.

"Stop now!" Despite the strength differences between the two struggling people, Connor was able to hold the deviant back relatively easily. "This is your last chance!"

The deviant refused to back down and kept fighting. "Fuck off!"

Connor had no choice but to break the deviant's wrist in order to make him let go of the knife, and in the process the deviant's legs buckled from the sudden pain. As the deviant fell downward he lost his footing and grabbed onto Connor's right arm to try to break his fall. As the deviant fell over the edge of the tracks he pulled Connor down with him, and the two slipped over the edge together with the knife falling away and clattering onto the asphalt far below.

"Connor!" Hank shouted upward as he watched Connor and the deviant hanging onto the edge of the concrete track by one hand as they hung perilously high up over the unforgiving street below. "Hold on! Help's coming!"

With panic setting in Connor's heart began thundering in his chest even harder from a mixture of fear and adrenaline. Hanging onto the track as tightly as he could for dear life the young detective looked down at the dark street so far below himself and saw Hank standing beneath the tracks watching everything happen.