Assassin's Creed: Firewall

Don't Listen to Crazy!

Emma had known this was a bad idea. No, it was an insanely stupid, hair-brained and potentially career-ending idea. Still she had done it. Still she had broken into one of the biggest companies in the country to look for evidence of illegal activity on a tip from some crazy woman in her house.

Now she was here, head pounding and fuzzy, hands and legs bound and not entirely sure where in the building she was other than a dark room. Her gun was still on her belt but she couldn't reach it and whoever had knocked her out had left her alone. That didn't bode well for any sort of a future for her.

This was Abstergo, and the things she'd already heard and seen here proved they weren't about to let a cop just walk out. She really should have thought this one through better...

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Two Weeks Before...

"Why....do...they....always....run!?" Emma huffed as she hoofed it down the street after the perp who'd decided to test if he was the faster. Her partner was right at her side, arms pumping as he tried to keep up.

"Maybe...because...you...always...dare...them...too?!" Eliot responded between pants, very nearly tripping in attempting to mimic the sharp turn down the alley their runner had taken.

The woman growled as she struggled to increase her pace, trying to narrow the distance before this turned into a challenge of stamina. She had the fighter build, not the running, her sprints could only last so long and she could already feel herself tiring. Damn it.

Their car prowler was just beyond arm's reach, so Emma mentally said 'screw it' and dove, full-body tackling him to the ground right there in the mouth of the alley. The people along the streets scattered in surprise, a few yelling 'police brutality!' (mindless idiots) and taking out their phones to try to record something newsworthy.

Emma ignored them in favor of yanking the arms of the man beneath her behind him and slamming the cuffs onto his wrists. Almost immediately the man was spitting insults and curses as she got up and hauled him to his feet with her partner.

"You have the right to remain silent, please for the love of God do so, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney if you can keep one with that mouth; seriously man do you kiss your mother with that mouth? If you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights or was it too complicated?" She chatted as she pushed him back the way they had come and towards the awaiting cruiser and his ride to jail.

Her partner barked a laugh, clapping her on the shoulder as he took up a spot on their suspect's other side. "Always the smartass aren't you Harp?"

The man in cuffs was less enthused, and his 'yes' was hidden amongst a new slew of things even Emma wouldn't repeat (and that wasn't much). She chose to ignore him in favor of winking at the other officer. "It's a condition, the incurable disease of no filter."

Eliot quirked a brow at her, "And yet it's everyone else that has to suffer the symptoms."

She smirked as they reached the cruiser and their new catch was put in the back, barely resisting the urge to not duck his head far enough. Ah, but he'd at least been creative with his insults so the woman gave him a pass for it.

"714 what's your status?" The radios cackled to life and while climbing into the passenger seat—apparently totaling the last cruiser in a high-speed pursuit made her partner ban her from driving—Emma grabbed hers to respond.

"We have the 10-14 in custody."

"We've got a 10-15 for you to pick up on the way." Emma quirked a brow at her partner, they usually didn't like more than one person in the back unless absolutely necessary.