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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 2, 2012 3:51:41 GMT 2
[glow=red,2,300]Finally found a crazy looking pic[/glow] Only now did Brian notice that there was a pretty freaking big exit wound in the front of his shoulder, that hurt like a bitch. He could barely hold the gun anymore. How did that happen? His gaze slowly shifted up and when he turned his head there was Mira aiming her barrell right at him. She had just blown a damn hole into him. "What the fuck, Mira? You're with him?" Without warning his own 9mm was suddenly aimed from a half bled out Walter on the floor to Mira.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2012 3:56:33 GMT 2
Mira lowered her gun and stepped back. " You weren't f*cking listing to me! WE NEED HIM! You cant kill him." Her hand rested on her stomach. She was scared for her life and her baby's life. "It was the only way to get you to stop! AND you shot a hostage. We are cops Brian we are supposed to protect and defend. NOT kill." Her hands were now shaking to the point she dropped her gun and moved to the man ripping a piece of his shirt which she then used to cover the wound and stop the blood flow.
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Post by Joker on Jan 3, 2012 7:23:11 GMT 2
Walter had grimaced and laid still on the ground, the shot had torn into the hostages lungs and in the fall the knife had finished him off. "Brian, you're delusional. Drop your gun...you just killed a guy and you're about to kill me..." He said softly trying to finish Brian's doubts. He kicked the knife away from himself and pushed himself away from Brian. "Mira, get him something for the blood. The rest of the cops will be here in a second." He looked around the room and placed a hand on his own wound. "I'll show you credintials when we get out of here...I don't have a handler any more. Brian shot him too." He nodded at the other dead body in the room. The situation was not in Brian's favor all he had to do was play the cards a bit longer until he could get outside.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 3, 2012 11:38:47 GMT 2
"Shut up!" Brian scream while Walter was trying to talk calmly to Mira.
He shuddered at the rapid blood loss of the man he had accidentally shot and who Mira was now trying to safe. Even if she was with Walter, who was now unarmed Brian didn't have the heart to shoot her nor could he finish off Walter without her blowing Brian's head off his shoulders.
Groaning in pain he pushed himself up and kicked Walters knife across the room. Now he had to make a decision fast. The gun was almost slipping out of his blood soaked fingers. What should he do? Who should he use his last loaded bullet on? That second he made the only clear decision of the night. The cop decided to run as fast as his legs would carry him.
On shaky legs he ran for the heavy steel door, tore it open and staggered down the hallway that was lined with bodies. Blinking against his dazed vision he tried to focus while he pressed his left hand against the front of his shoulder to keep some of his blood inside. Brian tripped and fell over one of the bodies staring into what once used to be a face.... With a scream he scrambled up again and kept half-running, half-stumbling down the hallway leaving smears of blood on the green walls, whenever he brushed up against them.
This was a freaking nightmare...hopefully.
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Post by Joker on Jan 6, 2012 19:04:21 GMT 2
Walter blinked as Brian ran, it was unforeseen but fortuitous. His eyes darted to Mira. "What are you waiting for? Go after him before he hurts anyone else! I can wait." He tore a part of his shirt off to stem his own bleeding. In his mind he was already trying to figure out his way off the ship.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2012 4:15:13 GMT 2
Mira turned and glared at the man. "F*ck off. I'm not listening to a word you say till I see a badge." She held the piece of clothe harder against the man's neck prying that the cops would find them soon and that Brian wasn't in any more danger.
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Post by Joker on Jan 8, 2012 7:25:13 GMT 2
"Oh yeah, cause I'm dumb enough to bring a badge to an under cover op...you're letting him get away while holding a corpse..." The blood was more then enough to show that he was already dead, the glow in the man's eyes had faded moments after Brian fled. This situation was getting worse already, he was pondering how far Brian would get before getting caught and even more so with the woman here he wouldn't be able to slip away un-noticed. "Look, I'm internal affairs damnit. You go under-cover like this you get one handler and his head was blown all over the carpet. I don't have a badge and in this situation if I wasn't federal I'd just shoot you and leave wouldn't I?" The thought entered his mind and he entertained it before letting it go. If he played his cards right she would lead him out of here and he could just over power her and jet.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2012 23:46:27 GMT 2
"No not always. Cause then if your caught you get charged with killing a cop." Mira turned her attention back to the man she was trying to save. How could Brian have done something like this? He had too kind of a heart to she knew that for sure. This all didn't add up for her. "Brian raced you before and he came here to met you.... I don't believe a word coming out of your f*cking mouth." She reached and picked up her gun.
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Post by Joker on Jan 22, 2012 7:29:39 GMT 2
"Yeah well guess whose here bleeding and who is running away right now. Innocent men don't run detective and you know that!" He took a deep breath, "I threw the race, I knew my car couldn't keep up with his so I gave him the information he would need to get out here. I needed to see if both of them worked together. Look go grab O'conner before he hurts someone else, he's high as a kite and armed. Look at me, I ain't going anywhere and the back up should be here soon. Even if you don't beleive me or catch him check his car I'll put money he's got something in there that will prove I'm telling the truth." His face softned, "Please...I'm begging you, I know this situation reeks to high heaven. If I had known he'd be bringing you in I would have let you known earlier, you have to beleive me. I can't prove anything right now because my only handler is dead."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 22, 2012 15:25:28 GMT 2
The sounds of arriving cop cars were muffled but audible. Through speakers the police announced. "This is the Miami police department. We're coming on board this ship now."
Only a few minutes later loud voices could be heard outside just before the door got kicked open. Two heavily armed officers stormed inside, tackled the woman before she could make use of her gun and pressed her face to the ground. "Don't move. Miami PD. You're under arrest."
They quickly scanned the two bleeding men for guns and while one of them handcuffed the blonde woman, the other one paded down the guy who was still alert enough to talk. "He's clean." Then he radioed for an ambulance and felt for the other mens pulse. It took him a moment to find it. "Hurry, one won't make it much longer. Send a helicopter, too! There are several casualties here. Back up requested."
Before anybody could object the cops agreed to zip the guys hands together and leave him. "How many more of you?" They wanted to know from Mira.
Down the hallway Brian had made through a metal door and up a corridor before he collapsed. His vision was fading in and out, his heart beating in his neck and there seemed to be blood everywhere. He couldn't even tell whether it was his own or belonged to one of the many bodies when he squeezed his eyes shut.
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Post by Joker on Jan 26, 2012 22:15:43 GMT 2
Walter smirked as he let his head drop a bit. -fein blood loss, wait till medics arrive, roll and drop into the bay- He could hear the medics begin to enter the room as he let his body go limp.
"He's going limp, we need a stretcher!" In a practiced move he lulled his head back and tried to help himself up as the medics moved him, "He's still coherent." they discussed as they began the basic rituals of checking to make sure he was live, the half closed eyes gave a misreading to the flaslight test and he slowly groaned, "One man...on foot...coke..." He moaned and fell onto the gurney knocking it over. Soon they had him laying on the stretcher, as they were strapping him down under the sheets he tensed his muscles subtly until they were convinced he was anchored in.
As the bustling crowd drew him away from Mira and up to the main deck he risked opening an eye. He was going to be air lifted out on a helo. While the medics began to prepare the anchoring for the stretcher he seized his oppertunity and dropped his shoulder. As the medic turned to face him he winked and quickly grabbed the emergency cutting tool and slashed his way loose. A quick recovery had him bum rushing to the edge of the ship and soon over the edge into a hasty pencil dive into the cold night water. Between inertia and training he rolled under the splash then began to swim ignoring the sting in his arm where the bullet had entered and the injuries from the past month.
It didn't take long before he found the boat he had hidden a bit away. He rolled into the boat and revved the engine, withen minutes he had mad his escape from the bay and down an inlet towards a stashed and stolen BWM. Making sure he obeyed the speed limits and street rules he made a clean get away. Already chartered for the next day in another state was his plane he just needed to get the change of clothes gear. His final destination was Tokyo, he was finally free.
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