the best first impressions.
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.
( bang bang. )
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.
( bang bang. )
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 constantly glanced between the men, looked for any weak point he could escape through. It wasn't looking good. He could take out another two or three, maybe even the chief himself, and make a break for it, but if too many more of them showed up-
When he continued speaking, though, he dropped back into Russian, too frustrated and anxious to bother with attempting anything else, and though he doubted anyone else would understand him his voice grew louder and harsher and enough for Thorton especially to hear.
"What the fuck is going on, where are we?"
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"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!"
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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.
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"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.
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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.
He watched as a different officer moved forward to collect his guns - Brayko scowled at that one, almost as if daring the man to touch them at all - before he turned back to Gene.
"Tell your "System"," he spat, in his heavily accented English. "They make a big mistake."
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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!
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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-"
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"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..."
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"You should've let me shoot him, just once," he muttered, just loud enough for Thorton to hear, though he kept a dark look locked right on Gene while he spoke. "Just to shut him up."
So what if he got shot again in the process. At this point, it would've been worth it.
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"He steps out of line. He puts so much as one little finger out of line in my city again and I will shoot him. You got that?" Be thankful, Thorton, that Gene was even allowing him to play babysitter.
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Too late.
He did fall, after that, doubled over on his knees, the taste of blood flooding his mouth and the sudden sharp pain in his gut making it impossible to breathe. And that final blow put him the rest of the way down, Brayko falling to his side with the first noise of pain he'd made since the shooting had started.
That time, he couldn't make a smart remark even if he had wanted to.
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