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his neck straining under the pressure, the rain pounding him without mercy. He let out a grunt as he began pulling, trying his best to help the guy back up onto the roof and not let him drop to his death. His whole body tensed as he pulled harder. “Come on!” he squeezed out between his clenched teeth. “Come on up!”
    Instead, he was pulled downward; his eyes widened in shock. His other hand impulsively gripped the ridge of the roof harder, clamping him in place. Both his arms now stretched and strained. He snapped his head down to be met with the merc’s mean face; it was twisted into a snarl.
    “You’re coming with me!” the thug growled and began to pull down instead of up.
    The tendons in Dom’s arms screeched. LET GO! his mind shrieked. LET HIM GO!
    He instinctively released his grip, letting the merc drop, relieving himself of his burden. But at the last second, the thug grabbed Dom’s forearm. There was a jarring. Dom clenched his teeth, managing to hold on. Then the merc began yanking down. Dom strained, his grip on the ridge now loosening as the seconds raced by, the slippery surface offering scant purchase. Gravity was working against him, while the rain thrashed his body from all angles. He looked down. The merc’s eyes flashed with wild, destructive abandon; he’d already resigned himself to his fate. Now the dark desire in his final moments of life was murder. He yanked down harder, and Dom’s pinky finger slipped away from the roof’s ridge, any second and his whole hand would come unstuck, and that would be the end.
    Hold on, Dom! Hold on!
    His screaming tendons and aching muscles were making it near impossible. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
    The thug yanked down harder, a sickening grin splitting his face in half.
    Dom whipped his head away, his teeth clenched, the veins on his neck popping out. He spotted his dart gun lying over to the side, agonizingly close by. His only free hand was sticking him to the roof, and it was fast slipping away from the ridge.
    Man, I wish I had three hands!
    He groaned in agony. The merc pulled down harder. Another finger slipped away. Now he was holding on by just a couple of fingertips.
    “Come on! Die with me!” the thug roared above the rumbling thunder.
    Dom went for his dart gun.
    With all his remaining strength, he wrenched his whole body back. His hand finally slipped away from the ridge, but his momentum was now momentarily heading away from the building’s edge.
    He’d bought himself the half second he needed to pull up on his knees. The weight of the thug took over once more, pushing Dom forward. He jammed his knees into the ridge, stopping him in place. He jarred, then held himself steady. Now he had a free hand.
    The arm the thug was clutching began to tremble. He didn’t have long. The thug grinned. He had him. He finally had him. Just a couple more tugs and down they’d both go.
    With his kneecaps crammed into the ridge, and his teeth clenched, Dom swiped his now free arm across the roof space next to him. The moment his fingertips touched his dart gun, he scooped it up and brought it fully around ahead of him.
    He pushed the barrel forward and down and let off an aimless round, hoping it would meet its intended target. The dart shot out and embedded itself into the thug’s forearm. In the ensuing seconds, the merc’s hateful snarl melted. His eyelids fluttered. He tried his best to push them open, but it was futile. His mouth then drooped, his eyes shut permanently, and his grip finally loosened. It then released entirely.
    Dom’s body relaxed. It fell back, his butt hitting the wet roof. He caught a glimpse of the merc silently dropping and vanishing into the gloom below like a lead balloon, his body limp and floppy with sleep. Dom’s jaw dropped just as a bolt of lightning lit up the whole area. The ensuing crack of thunder accompanied him stuffing his fist into his mouth and slamming his eyes shut tight, the rain beating down on