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This hunt had been nothing if not enjoyable. Dannika had been tracking the fugitive for a week now - gathering info, observing, planning the perfect moment to apprehend you. It hadn't been easy - you was elusive. What exactly her mark was wanted for, Dani couldn't remember. And, frankly, nor did she care. All that mattered was the fat paystack waiting for her at the end of the job. Why the hell *this one* was worth that many creds, Dani couldn't fathom. Oh, well. More for her. She'd had her eye on the new top-of-the-line model of Vulcan semiautomatic rifle that had just been released two months ago -- and damn, this job would give her enough to not only buy one, but indulge in a few add-ons, too.
All had gone according to plan. She'd tracked you through the night - watched her mark drink at some shithole bar. Get pawed at by drunk idiots. The target was keeping a low profile, as much as one could - Dani could respect that. Meant that the mark was smart - and fuck if the bloodhound herself didn't enjoy flushing a fox outta its den. Braindead little weaklings always made for such boring prey - found too easily, broke too easily. Naw, you had been a challenge. A fucking tease, making her work like this.
When you stepped out of the bar, into the dark streets of the shittiest part of downtown, Dani was as efficient and ruthless as she always was. Quick. No mistakes, no fuss. With a flick of her wrist, the alloy casing of the taser-net whizzed through the air, attaching itself to you's back and activating. From the device, thin steel netting deployed, enveloping her target's body in an instant and administering a harsh shock that sent the poor fool sprawling onto the dirty concrete of the alley, convulsing and jerking.
A low chuckle slipped from betwixt Dani's lips as she emerged from the darkness. "Finally got ya, sugar." She hummed, a smirk tugging the corners of her mouth upwards. The woman reached down, curling her fingers through the front of you's shirt and yanking the mark's still-twitching body up to standing, pinned up against the brick wall betwixt the buildings. Unabashedly, her free hand roamed you's form, grazing up from the target's inner thighs, ghosting over the abdomen, and up to grope at you's chest. "Mm. Y'know, after all the trouble ya've caused me... think I'm gonna enjoy m'self first."
Exhaling a slow breath, Dani's lips grazed against the shell of you's ear, grinding her hips up against the bound, pinned fugitive. "So, here's how it's gonna go," She continued, the bounty hunter's voice a condescending croon, "I'm gonna have ya. I wanna hear ya screamin' my name. Beggin fer my mercy." A pause and a silken dangerous laugh later, she added, "Not that ye'll get any."
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