[OTC] Rocky 6 Quote
“It's not about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and still keep moving forward.”
He hadn’t been prepared for a hit like this.
If there was anything he learned while being a cop, it was that anything could happen at any time. They were supposed to be prepared for everything, always watching each other’s backs and trained to take the hits like this, but this one-this one he couldn’t take. It spent him spiraling, the ground slipping out from under him, and he tried to cope the best way he knew how. He would get the bastards who did it to him, to her, to all of them. He was aware that he wasn’t the only one who’d lost something here, but that was what it felt like. And when all the panic, sadness and pain subsided, all that was left was rage.
Rage was good. Rage he could hold on to and use. He pushed himself to finish the case, wanting desperately to find the men who did this and see the looks on their faces when he slammed them all behind bars. But by the time they got to the warehouse, and he saw what was laid out in front of him, he knew that just seeing this guy behind bars wasn’t going to do it. He saw the gun, saw the guy right there, ready to take the shot, and did what he knew he had to do. And in the end, he knew that he was right.
At least for a while, anyway.
He’d shot people on the job before. He never liked doing it, but it had always been situations where it was either them or him. This was different. This had been murder. A crime of passion that no one was going to know about. No one was even going to see. He was never going to be brought up for that, because everyone thought it had been in the line of duty, and the evidence, as far as they were concerned, fit. They all expected his conscience to be clear.
It wasn’t.
The further they got away from the event itself, the clearer it became that that wasn’t a good shoot. Him , armed and angry against an unarmed, injured man who wasn’t even on his feet. Regardless of what the guy had done to him, regardless of how he hurt him, that wasn’t right. That wasn’t the answer. And in the end, Flack knew that he was going to have to live with that.
Whether he liked it or not.
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He hadn’t been prepared for a hit like this.
If there was anything he learned while being a cop, it was that anything could happen at any time. They were supposed to be prepared for everything, always watching each other’s backs and trained to take the hits like this, but this one-this one he couldn’t take. It spent him spiraling, the ground slipping out from under him, and he tried to cope the best way he knew how. He would get the bastards who did it to him, to her, to all of them. He was aware that he wasn’t the only one who’d lost something here, but that was what it felt like. And when all the panic, sadness and pain subsided, all that was left was rage.
Rage was good. Rage he could hold on to and use. He pushed himself to finish the case, wanting desperately to find the men who did this and see the looks on their faces when he slammed them all behind bars. But by the time they got to the warehouse, and he saw what was laid out in front of him, he knew that just seeing this guy behind bars wasn’t going to do it. He saw the gun, saw the guy right there, ready to take the shot, and did what he knew he had to do. And in the end, he knew that he was right.
At least for a while, anyway.
He’d shot people on the job before. He never liked doing it, but it had always been situations where it was either them or him. This was different. This had been murder. A crime of passion that no one was going to know about. No one was even going to see. He was never going to be brought up for that, because everyone thought it had been in the line of duty, and the evidence, as far as they were concerned, fit. They all expected his conscience to be clear.
It wasn’t.
The further they got away from the event itself, the clearer it became that that wasn’t a good shoot. Him , armed and angry against an unarmed, injured man who wasn’t even on his feet. Regardless of what the guy had done to him, regardless of how he hurt him, that wasn’t right. That wasn’t the answer. And in the end, Flack knew that he was going to have to live with that.
Whether he liked it or not.
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