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Lei Wulong walked down the streets of New York, pulling his coat up against the cold. The snow was just starting to drift down from the sky, and the shop windows were filled with Christmas lights. A Santa Claus was getting into his car. Lei kept on walking, until he reached the slums. Slums, Lei decided, was to good a name for this hell hole. Overflowing trash cans were dotted here and there along the side walk. Homeless people stared out at him from doorsteps. Lei had to remind himself why he was here. To catch Bryan Fury, who had murdered Dr. Able, seriously wounded three security guards and stabbed an innocent bystander. His superintendent had said that if Lei managed to catch Fury, he would get a promotion. So here he was, wandering through the slums, undercover, with only an address on a piece of paper to guide him. The last tip-of turned out to be a wild goose chase.
Finally, Lei got to his destination. A tall, broken down apartment building, with boarded up windows. In the lobby, a harassed looking mother chased after her toddler son.
"Come back here, Tommy!" she called, and bumped into Lei.
"Excuse me mam, do you know where Bryan Fury lives?" Lei asked.
"Tall man, blond with tattoo?" the woman said.
"Yeah, that's him."
"fifth floor, number 203." The mother continued chasing her son.
After walking up a large number of stairs, Lei finally came to Bryan Fury's apartment. A young teenage boy was sitting outside smoking.
"You looking for Bryan Fury?" the boy asked.
The question caught him by surprise.
"Uh, yes."
The boy motioned to the door. Lei felt strange, but opened the door anyway. Inside, Bryan was talking to a girl wearing revealing clothes. Her mascara had formed dark panda rings under her eyes.
When the girl saw Lei, she ran away to a room across the hall and slammed the door.Lei wondered if he'd have to add corruption of minors on Byran's list of charges.
"You took your time, Wulong." Bryan said.
Lei took a deep breath.
"Bryan Fury, I'm arresting you for murder, attempted murder and assault. You have the right to remain..."
"Cut the crap, Wulong. I was a cop once too, I know the drill," Bryan Fury snapped and lit himself a cigarette. Lei watched him pensively.
"What are you waiting for, Wulong? Clap the handcuffs on and your carriers made for the rest of your life."
"Why?" Lei asked, feeling slightly confused.
"Why what, moron?" Bryan was getting more agitated.
"Why aren't you running away? Or trying to fight me?" Lei asked.
"Who told you where I was?" Bryan asked.
"Woman in the lobby," that was all the information that Lei was willing to give, since he didn't know what Fury's motives were.
"Ah, Mary Ann. Must be hard for her, running this shit hole and looking after her son, especially since her husband left. Probably doesn't want trouble."
They both sat in silence for a minute, and Lei turned over this new information in his mind.
"Who's the girl?" Lei asked.
"My best friend's daughter. He got shot round '99 so I look after her. The boy's his as well."
"Why aren't you running away? Or trying to fight me?" Lei repeated.
"None of your business." Bryan hissed, and turned away. Lei knew his tone was a warning, but decided to ignore it.
"When Bryan Fury, been on the run for eighteen months, suddenly gives up the chase for no reason at all, the first thing that goes through my mind is why? You're a fighter, Fury, and you could run for ever." Lei said.
Bryan turned around and looked Lei straight in the eye.
"You want to know why, you twisted fuck?" he shouted. "Because My best friend's daughter, the one I was talking with before, has to whore herself at night to get me money to get medication to keep me alive." Lei took a step back, horrified.
"The other one is a rent-boy," Bryan's voice reached screaming pitch. "He has to sell himself to sick rich fucks like you, to save my ass! These kids risk AIDS every single fucking night of their lives to keep me alive! Do you have any fucking idea how that feels?"
But Lei didn't hear the last part. He was already running down the stairs, past the woman with the kid, and outside into the air. He panted for a second, then noticed the women standing around on the corner of the street.
He felt sick; he had leave this hell hole behind.
Lei didn't stop running until he reached the hotel.
In the relative quiet of his room, Lei collapsed on the bed and fell into a sleep filled with nightmares filled with Bryan Fury's face, mascara and snow.
Lei Wulong walked down the streets of New York, pulling his coat up against the cold. The snow was just starting to drift down from the sky, and the shop windows were filled with Christmas lights. A Santa Claus was getting into his car. Lei kept on walking, until he reached the slums. Slums, Lei decided, was to good a name for this hell hole. Overflowing trash cans were dotted here and there along the side walk. Homeless people stared out at him from doorsteps. Lei had to remind himself why he was here. To catch Bryan Fury, who had murdered Dr. Able, seriously wounded three security guards and stabbed an innocent bystander. His superintendent had said that if Lei managed to catch Fury, he would get a promotion. So here he was, wandering through the slums, undercover, with only an address on a piece of paper to guide him. The last tip-of turned out to be a wild goose chase.
Finally, Lei got to his destination. A tall, broken down apartment building, with boarded up windows. In the lobby, a harassed looking mother chased after her toddler son.
"Come back here, Tommy!" she called, and bumped into Lei.
"Excuse me mam, do you know where Bryan Fury lives?" Lei asked.
"Tall man, blond with tattoo?" the woman said.
"Yeah, that's him."
"fifth floor, number 203." The mother continued chasing her son.
After walking up a large number of stairs, Lei finally came to Bryan Fury's apartment. A young teenage boy was sitting outside smoking.
"You looking for Bryan Fury?" the boy asked.
The question caught him by surprise.
"Uh, yes."
The boy motioned to the door. Lei felt strange, but opened the door anyway. Inside, Bryan was talking to a girl wearing revealing clothes. Her mascara had formed dark panda rings under her eyes.
When the girl saw Lei, she ran away to a room across the hall and slammed the door.Lei wondered if he'd have to add corruption of minors on Byran's list of charges.
"You took your time, Wulong." Bryan said.
Lei took a deep breath.
"Bryan Fury, I'm arresting you for murder, attempted murder and assault. You have the right to remain..."
"Cut the crap, Wulong. I was a cop once too, I know the drill," Bryan Fury snapped and lit himself a cigarette. Lei watched him pensively.
"What are you waiting for, Wulong? Clap the handcuffs on and your carriers made for the rest of your life."
"Why?" Lei asked, feeling slightly confused.
"Why what, moron?" Bryan was getting more agitated.
"Why aren't you running away? Or trying to fight me?" Lei asked.
"Who told you where I was?" Bryan asked.
"Woman in the lobby," that was all the information that Lei was willing to give, since he didn't know what Fury's motives were.
"Ah, Mary Ann. Must be hard for her, running this shit hole and looking after her son, especially since her husband left. Probably doesn't want trouble."
They both sat in silence for a minute, and Lei turned over this new information in his mind.
"Who's the girl?" Lei asked.
"My best friend's daughter. He got shot round '99 so I look after her. The boy's his as well."
"Why aren't you running away? Or trying to fight me?" Lei repeated.
"None of your business." Bryan hissed, and turned away. Lei knew his tone was a warning, but decided to ignore it.
"When Bryan Fury, been on the run for eighteen months, suddenly gives up the chase for no reason at all, the first thing that goes through my mind is why? You're a fighter, Fury, and you could run for ever." Lei said.
Bryan turned around and looked Lei straight in the eye.
"You want to know why, you twisted fuck?" he shouted. "Because My best friend's daughter, the one I was talking with before, has to whore herself at night to get me money to get medication to keep me alive." Lei took a step back, horrified.
"The other one is a rent-boy," Bryan's voice reached screaming pitch. "He has to sell himself to sick rich fucks like you, to save my ass! These kids risk AIDS every single fucking night of their lives to keep me alive! Do you have any fucking idea how that feels?"
But Lei didn't hear the last part. He was already running down the stairs, past the woman with the kid, and outside into the air. He panted for a second, then noticed the women standing around on the corner of the street.
He felt sick; he had leave this hell hole behind.
Lei didn't stop running until he reached the hotel.
In the relative quiet of his room, Lei collapsed on the bed and fell into a sleep filled with nightmares filled with Bryan Fury's face, mascara and snow.