@electricelle cont. (x)
Ultimately, Jeremiah was not satisfied with this woman’s work ethic. Now was hardly the time for sandwiches, and yet, it seemed she’d finally set out to help, sticking out her leg at the appropriate moment.
“Dammit,” his frustration lingered, and he sprang at the collapsing freak, with a pair of power canceling handcuff. He forced down the assailant’s head, perhaps a little too roughly, knocking him against the linoleum floor, and into unconscious.
“Thanks for the help,” he grunted sardonically at Elle Bishop, relieving his frustration upon their mouse, already twitching in a sprung trap.









