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𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑒.
Shaky, out of breath pants left Melanie's lips as she raced across the roof of a dodgy apartment building, her eyes locked onto a specific person of interest: Ian Doyle.
Melanie rounded a corner with her gun on her hip only for Doyle to tackle her to the ground, a groan leaving both of their mouths. After the frenzy, Melanie immediately realized that her gun had been knocked from her grasp. She regrouped as quickly as she possibly could, taking the neckline of Doyle's shirt into a balled fist and sending multiple punches into his jaw with her right hand.
"Shit!" Melanie yelled as Doyle used the strength of his legs to kick her off of him. She army crawled towards her gun that rested on the floor, only for the man who hovered above her to send a heavy blow into her ribcage with the side of his foot.
Melanie sprung to her feet, sending her elbow flying back towards Doyle's nose, allowing her enough time to repossess her firearm. When she turned around, Ian Doyle had begun to make a run for it towards a rusty ladder that led to the sidewalk.
"I've got the shot, agent," a sniper spoke into Melanie's earpiece, his target narrowing onto Ian Doyle's back.
"I got him!" she exclaimed, pointing the flashlight on top of her gun at Doyle before he could descend from the ladder.
Ian released the railing of the ladder and turned towards Melanie with his arms in the air, flailing his white flag. "Wanted to kill me yourself, Agent?" he taunted.
"You fucking wish I'd let you get off that easy," Melanie hissed as she made her way over to the man, pinning his arms together behind his back with metal handcuffs and shoving him against the metal ladder. "You're going to wish you jumped off of this damn roof by the time I'm through with you," she whispered into his ear as she tightened the handcuffs around his wrist, earning a groan of distress from the man.
"Mel," JJ spoke to the back of Melanie's head, "we need to get him back to headquarters for questioning."
Melanie nodded, tightening the handcuffs even more; silently wishing that she'd began to draw blood.
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