Niikura scowled--or, tried to. It was hard when you were running at breakneck speed. He reached out with a hand and tried to snag the collar from Mike's belt. Each time, though, his fingers would just barely miss, or latch on and then not be able to find purchase.
"Alright, that is it." He dug his feet in and grabbed Mike's shoulder. "Stop for a second, will ya?" There was really no time to lose, but he needed to grab that collar and fast. What he needed was a distraction. Think fast, Niikura. He had the tranquilizer gun and two darts left, but those would take a while to kick in, and they had already ground to a halt. He needed something that would be immediate.
Oh, right. His right hand went to the other holster at his side, the one that so far, had remained untouched. Room was tight, and .44 magnum went a long way, but at this point, he wasn't so concerned about innocent civilians getting in the way as he was getting out of this mess alive.
Drawing the revolver, Niikura dropped into a crouch and took aim. The first shot went through the knee of the man closest to him (and probably through a few other people's...eh, they'd live); as they stumbled and fell, sending the mob into disarray, he sent a second through a grimy streetlight, plunging the alley into darkness and showering the crowd passing underneath with small but still significant shards of glass.
No time to lose. He unhooked the collar and jammed it around their third catch's neck before punching the button and breathing an inward sigh of relief as the man vanished.
"There...got that over with..." Niikura squinted up in the darkness at Mike. "Don't call me 'N' again, hear?"
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Niikura scowled--or, tried to. It was hard when you were running at breakneck speed. He reached out with a hand and tried to snag the collar from Mike's belt. Each time, though, his fingers would just barely miss, or latch on and then not be able to find purchase.
"Alright, that is it." He dug his feet in and grabbed Mike's shoulder. "Stop for a second, will ya?" There was really no time to lose, but he needed to grab that collar and fast. What he needed was a distraction. Think fast, Niikura. He had the tranquilizer gun and two darts left, but those would take a while to kick in, and they had already ground to a halt. He needed something that would be immediate.
Oh, right. His right hand went to the other holster at his side, the one that so far, had remained untouched. Room was tight, and .44 magnum went a long way, but at this point, he wasn't so concerned about innocent civilians getting in the way as he was getting out of this mess alive.
Drawing the revolver, Niikura dropped into a crouch and took aim. The first shot went through the knee of the man closest to him (and probably through a few other people's...eh, they'd live); as they stumbled and fell, sending the mob into disarray, he sent a second through a grimy streetlight, plunging the alley into darkness and showering the crowd passing underneath with small but still significant shards of glass.
No time to lose. He unhooked the collar and jammed it around their third catch's neck before punching the button and breathing an inward sigh of relief as the man vanished.
"There...got that over with..." Niikura squinted up in the darkness at Mike. "Don't call me 'N' again, hear?"