04-09-2009, 01:20 PM
Mike was closing in now, getting ever nearer as he slipped from tree to tree. His shoes were made for this, his body was trained for it, and his mind was a well practiced one. He listened to Letti and his silent smile grew. A party meant distraction and above all else, alcohol, this may have gotten easier. He slid up behind her now, holding a rag in one hand and a bottle in the other. Four steps away. He crept closer and closer, getting the rag ready, wrapping it silently around his hand. Three steps. He began to pour the chloroform into the rag, giving it an extra dose do to the nature of his prey. Two steps. Close now, he reached up, his hands at either side of her head, just behind her peripheral vision, one hand empty, the other holding the rag. One step. He pounced, the rag coming over Letti's mouth and nose (Be it snout or face) While his other hand went over the first and pressed hard, not hard enough to break her nose, but enough to pull her back and probably make her gasp in surprise, which would only help her capture.
