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POV: You're just about to sneak up on your target when you make the classic mistake of stepping on the squeaky floorboard. He pauses, then turns around. You both lock eyes, and for a split second, there is only uncertainty from the both of you. Who is to act first? You! Leap forward as he places his hands on the arms of the chair, preparing to jump to his feet and make a break for the door. You rush, pushing down on his shoulders and forcing him back down in his seat. He reaches up over the chair trying to swipe at you, but his flails are more of an inconvenience. A hand clamps over his mouth; your other hand keeps pressing down on his neck and shoulder so he cant stand up. He continues to flail, unable to call out for help. You just need a few minutes. You press harder on his mouth, His eyes widen, and he scans the room, looking for anything that might be of help. His jaw moves around beneath your hands, but his lips stay tight together, and the gasps for help come out as small huffs