the best first impressions.

[puttingonashow]

Who: puttingonashow, americafuckyou, anyone else who would like to join in!
What: So a drugged up Russian mobster and an American CIA agent arrive in a city....and the mobster starts to kill people.
Where: Avasta Station, around the Business District in general
When: Morning
Rating: PG-13. Will update if the fighting gets at all graphic, though I doubt it will.

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[puttingonashow]

The noise picking up around Brayko may as well have been static, for all that he seemed to notice it. The screams, the shouting, he paid it all no mind, concentrated on running despite not knowing where to. What he did notice, unfortunately, was that the gunfire had started to attract almost as much attention to him as it was sending people scattering away. Several more officers were arriving, Brayko spotting the now uniforms out of the corner of his eye.

They were yelling, too. Familiar orders this time, stop where he is, place the weapons on the ground, and while this sort of noise the mobster did notice, he paid it just as little attention as before

[unbreakablelion]

Apparently Gene was never satisfied. Since he had arrived in Mandalus and started working for their so-called police force all he had done was complain about the weird goings on and how he missed the filthy, grimy streets of London and all their filthy, grimy crimes - which was saying a lot since London was a giant shite-hole and would never be as good as Manchester and it's filthy, grimy streets. And now he had some good, old fashioned policing to do and he was still complaining.

Then again, Gene had never really been found of shooting unless he was the one doing it! Especially when there were sub-machine guns involved. What was wrong with the classics? Like Gene's own beloved Colt Python. One thing he detested more than some scumbag bastard bringing a shoot-out to his patch was a scumbag bastard cop killer!

"I don't negotiate with terrorist bastard cop killers." Even if technically the negotiating was with CIA and not said cop killer - minor details. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow his fucking head off!"

[puttingonashow]

Maybe he wasn't hearing things after all. That time Thorton's voice made him skid to a halt, winded and gasping for breath. It wasn't the same level of comfort as having his own boys, but an ally was an ally and at this point the agent was as good as any. The man had had Brayko's back once before, right?

It kept Brayko's finger off the trigger, at the very least. The warning registered, if only dimly, but he didn't lower the guns, and in a blink one was aimed directly at the lead officer, the second ready to turn on any of his men that moved, and despite the dull ache in his back and the slight tremor in his hands he kept his aim surprisingly steady.

"You," he snarled at Gene, accent thick and words stilted; understanding English was one thing. Trying to speak it when he was so out of practice was another entirely. "Who brought me here?"

He could hear Thorton, but couldn't see him, couldn't risk taking his eyes off either the officers still holding ground or their man in charge. His eyes narrowed, bloodshot and almost frantic as he

[unbreakablelion]

Oh fantastic! Not only was he dealing with a crazed toss-pot with guns, he was dealing with a drugged up, crazed toss-pot with guns. Merry fucking Christmas, Gene Hunt! This was exactly why Gene detested drugs - well, one of the reasons, at least. Drugged up morons were not rational. Stick a gun or two in their hands and you were just inviting trouble in.

"That'd be the System then. They're the ones who bring us here. All of us. To fight their war. Course, not quite sure what they were thinking bringing you here since you seem to be shooting at the good guys." Bloody cop killer. It was hard enough getting a decent force together as it was without some bastard shooting them up.

And then he had the nerve to ramble on in some foreign language? Marvellous. "Speak ruddy English before I shoot you!"

[puttingonashow]

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down," Brayko snapped. He only looked away from Gene when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and it took all of the mobster's self control to not reflexively turn one of his guns on Thorton himself once he moved into the open. There wasn't time to feel any relief, no time to do anything more than just send a brief, confused look between the agent and Gene. Thorton and the officer were both talking too fast, but he did catch more of that "war" bull he seemed to be hearing about all morning. For a second, he was sorely tempted to shoot the DCI in the face for that alone.

After a moment of hesitation, he stepped back, sent a quick, all too frustrated glance at Thorton. But then a moment after that, he actually heeded the man's warning. With something akin to a snarl, Brayko locked eyes with Gene one more time, and finally let both guns drop, the weapons clattering to the ground. Very slowly, he raised up his empty hands.

Thorton had better know just what the hell he was doing.

[unbreakablelion]

Brayko, don't blame Gene for the whole war nonsense! He wasn't the one who thought it up and dragged a bunch of strangers together to do their dirty work for them. Nope, nosiree, it was the System and their... systemness... He wasn't exactly happy to be part of it. And he had had enough of being shot in the face for one lifetime.

"You give me a guarantee no more folks will get their innards blown out and I can guarantee he'll be taken in alive." Of course, whether he made it through interrogation alive was another matter entirely...

Gene threw a pair of handcuffs at Thorton. "Cuff him." Hey, Brayko may've dropped his guns but there was no telling what other weaponry he might have on his person! Gene wasn't stupid.

[puttingonashow]

Honestly, Brayko would have struggled even more once he was on the ground, if not for the handcuffs being locked tightly onto his wrists. Of all the things to have happened today, that was the one to send a cold chill down his spine, despite telling himself that he wasn't in any danger. And when he felt the knife taken next, he looked over his injured shoulder, glanced at Thorton with a brief spark of genuine nervousness.

But the agent would get them both out of here alive. Right? He had to trust him with this, just this once.

"Can't even say your own fucking rights correctly," he said distractedly, and winced when Thorton hauled him back up to his feet, teeth grit against the pain. Damn, that did kind of sting that time. But he could still stand under his own power, could still think straight. And as far as he could feel it, it couldn't have been a bad wound at all

[unbreakablelion]

"That's... that's not how it goes..." It was like Sam all over again. Why did no one ever get it right? This is why sticking to the simple words 'you're nicked' were much more effective...

On the plus side, the bastard cop killer was cuffed and unarmed. One step at a time. Next step? Get the bastard cop killing civilian shooting scumbag off the streets and into police custody.

"They're not my System. I was brought 'ere exactly the same way as you lot." And he hadn't shot anyone!

[puttingonashow]

If Thorton hadn't been holding him up, Brayko would have fallen right to his knees. The wind was knocked out of him, and for moment he couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, as he painfully gasped for breath.

The blood-rimmed look that Brayko sent up at Thorton next was just short of absolutely livid.

"Soon as I'm out of these handcuffs you sorry piece of shit-"

[unbreakablelion]

"The casualties will be well looked after. As for this scumbag? I reckon a nice little stay at the station. Get him all cosy in a cell." By which he meant throw him in a room that was not the least bit cosy at all...

"Might want to patch up his wounds first." He turned his attention to Brayko. "Course, if I had my way I'd let you bleed to death all over the ground. You know, like my officers, that you killed..."