Private with The Abysswalker

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    Elizabeth pulls her phone out of her blazer pocket, calling up NYPD for backup, giving them the street that they are running down, wanting him to cut him off in a couple of blocks. Hanging up, she hears the sirens immediately thereafter, glad that they could get right on it.

    He skids to a stop before he runs into the side of the cruiser. "Well, shit." He mutters, his chest rising and falling quickly as he catches his breath, watching the rest of the cruisers pull up.

    (Thank you)
    Elizabeth smirks at him, "We need a lot actually, Jon. You are under arrest for the first degree murders on too many counts to bother with right now," She tells him, her gun still pointed at his chest, on the off-chance that he tries anything as she approaches to arrest him.

    "Not if we have proof," Elizabeth assures him, quickly glancing around for a half second before quickly holstering her gun and pushing him against one of the NYPD cruisers, bringing her cuffs out of their holster. She puts his hands behind his back, carefully placing the cuffs as she tells him his Miranda Rights.

    "Zip it, I don't care if you listen or not," She mutters to him before continuing for him, explaining his rights to remain silent, his right to an attorney, etc. One of the police officers then opened the door to his cruiser and loaded up the murderer, "My catch. Your files will say 'See FBI'," She tells him seriously. They all simply sigh and nod. She then walks back over to her team, "We got him," She says with a satisfied smile.

    Elizabeth glances back at the cruiser containing the villain and she looks at the drivers, "Get him out of here, right now. And don't listen to a word he says," She warns them, seriously, wanting him out of here.

    Her sergeant nudges her arm and she frowns deeply, "I have a bad feeling now," She says to him privately, once they are alone sitting in the black suv on the way back to the airport. He frowns at this, "We got the dirtbag, there is enough evidence on him that he will come away with a couple of life sentences, no possibility of parole." He tries to assure Elizabeth. She sighs and nods, "You're right. I shouldn't worry."

    The pair of officers seated in the front seats huff, "Zip it murderer," The gruff officer sitting in the passenger seat says simply, the rest of the cruisers around them traveling to the precinct as well to go about their days.

    The officers huff and remain silent for the remainder of the short drive to the precinct, getting out upon their arrival and they get Jon out of the cruiser roughly. They walked him to the booking cell, putting shackles on him before placing him in the cell, putting him separate from the other bookies.