Chapter 7 - The Desperate Catch
The medical technician screamed in horror as Amara’s body slid blindly off the edge of the roof.
The lead federal agent dove forward with explosive, reckless speed, completely ignoring his own personal safety.
His torso slid over the broken ledge, his strong hand shooting out into the dark, empty night.
His fingers clamped desperately around Amara's wrist just as gravity tried to pull her down into the street below.
Amara dangled terrifyingly in the freezing wind, her blood dripping down onto the distant city pavement.
The agent grunted in extreme pain, his shoulder muscles tearing as he supported her entire dead weight.
Two other officers rushed to the ledge, grabbing the agent’s belt to keep him from being dragged over.
Julian watched the chaotic scene unfold, a dark, twisted madness suddenly snapping inside his brain.
He realized he had absolutely nothing left to lose and no future waiting for him outside of a prison cell.
Julian twisted his wrists violently, dislocating his own thumb with a sickening pop to slip out of the steel handcuffs.
He scrambled frantically across the floor and snatched up the silver revolver his mother had dropped.
He pointed the deadly weapon directly at the back of the agent who was currently holding Amara’s life in his hands.
If anyone tries to pull her up, I will shoot this agent in the spine and watch them both fall to their deaths.
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The entire rooftop froze completely, a deadly Mexican standoff halting the rescue operation in its tracks.
Julian demanded a fully fueled helicopter to the airport within ten minutes, or Amara would die.
