FAKE Ficlet: Foiled
Title: Foiled
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, OMC.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 541
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Some criminals aren’t as smart as they think they are.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Door’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Chasing suspects was part of being a cop. Members of the criminal fraternity were, as a rule, less than keen on being arrested, or even taken in for questioning, so if they saw the slightest chance of evading capture, ninety-nine percent of them would take it. That wasn’t ideal from a cop’s point of view. Then again, very few criminals were what anyone would term geniuses.
Sometimes one would come along who’d give his, or her, pursuers a run for their money, but small-time drug mule and part-time thug Benny Boseman wasn’t among those slippery customers.
One thing Benny was good at was running. His friends called him ‘The Rabbit’ because he’d run like one whenever anyone was after him. It was his bad luck that this time, the cops chasing him were just as good at running as he was, and try as he might, he’d so far been unable to shake them. In fact, as he veered into an alleyway, there was barely twenty yards between them.
The alley was a dead-end, but that was okay, because Benny knew this area like the back of his hand. There was a door halfway along and he lunged through it, shutting it behind him. The fact that the lock was broken didn’t bother him; there were other ways of holding off pursuit.
Dee and Ryo skidded to a halt in front of the door; they could hear movement in the building beyond.
“What’s he doin’ in there?” Dee muttered.
“Barricading the door, by the sound of it.” Ryo eyed the door with some amusement. “What good he thinks that’ll do I couldn’t begin to guess.”
“Yeah, well, nobody ever accused Benny of bein’ smart. He’s been accused of practically everythin’ else, but not that.”
Ryo had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Getting himself under control, he shouted through the door, “Give it up, Benny; you can’t get away.”
“That’s what you think.” There was the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor. “You’re not takin’ me in!”
“Do you want to tell him or should I?” Ryo asked his partner.
Dee grinned, reaching for the door handle. “On three. One… Two… Three!” he jerked the door open, practically vaulting onto the top of an old hardwood workbench as Ryo followed him in.
Benny paused in the act of shoving a table to join the bench as he found himself staring down the barrel of Dee’s revolver. He gave an audible gulp.
“You were sayin’?”
“But… But…” Benny spluttered, drawing an eyeroll from Dee.
“Someone needs to check ya for brains, ‘cause I don’t think you’ve got any. Door opens outward, dumbass! Pilin’ stuff in front of it was never gonna keep us out. And don’t even THINK of tryin’ to run, ‘cause we will shoot ya, and that would be a waste of a good bullet. Not to mention all the paperwork we’d haveta fill in.”
Fortunately, Benny made the right decision, raising his hands and standing stock still while Ryo jumped lightly to the ground, pulled Benny’s gun from the waistband of his jeans, handing it off to Dee, and cuffed the would-be fugitive’s hands behind his back.
“Guess it’s just not your day, Benny.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, OMC.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 541
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Some criminals aren’t as smart as they think they are.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Door’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Chasing suspects was part of being a cop. Members of the criminal fraternity were, as a rule, less than keen on being arrested, or even taken in for questioning, so if they saw the slightest chance of evading capture, ninety-nine percent of them would take it. That wasn’t ideal from a cop’s point of view. Then again, very few criminals were what anyone would term geniuses.
Sometimes one would come along who’d give his, or her, pursuers a run for their money, but small-time drug mule and part-time thug Benny Boseman wasn’t among those slippery customers.
One thing Benny was good at was running. His friends called him ‘The Rabbit’ because he’d run like one whenever anyone was after him. It was his bad luck that this time, the cops chasing him were just as good at running as he was, and try as he might, he’d so far been unable to shake them. In fact, as he veered into an alleyway, there was barely twenty yards between them.
The alley was a dead-end, but that was okay, because Benny knew this area like the back of his hand. There was a door halfway along and he lunged through it, shutting it behind him. The fact that the lock was broken didn’t bother him; there were other ways of holding off pursuit.
Dee and Ryo skidded to a halt in front of the door; they could hear movement in the building beyond.
“What’s he doin’ in there?” Dee muttered.
“Barricading the door, by the sound of it.” Ryo eyed the door with some amusement. “What good he thinks that’ll do I couldn’t begin to guess.”
“Yeah, well, nobody ever accused Benny of bein’ smart. He’s been accused of practically everythin’ else, but not that.”
Ryo had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Getting himself under control, he shouted through the door, “Give it up, Benny; you can’t get away.”
“That’s what you think.” There was the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor. “You’re not takin’ me in!”
“Do you want to tell him or should I?” Ryo asked his partner.
Dee grinned, reaching for the door handle. “On three. One… Two… Three!” he jerked the door open, practically vaulting onto the top of an old hardwood workbench as Ryo followed him in.
Benny paused in the act of shoving a table to join the bench as he found himself staring down the barrel of Dee’s revolver. He gave an audible gulp.
“You were sayin’?”
“But… But…” Benny spluttered, drawing an eyeroll from Dee.
“Someone needs to check ya for brains, ‘cause I don’t think you’ve got any. Door opens outward, dumbass! Pilin’ stuff in front of it was never gonna keep us out. And don’t even THINK of tryin’ to run, ‘cause we will shoot ya, and that would be a waste of a good bullet. Not to mention all the paperwork we’d haveta fill in.”
Fortunately, Benny made the right decision, raising his hands and standing stock still while Ryo jumped lightly to the ground, pulled Benny’s gun from the waistband of his jeans, handing it off to Dee, and cuffed the would-be fugitive’s hands behind his back.
“Guess it’s just not your day, Benny.”
The End