"God! Finally," Sid said as he pulled the armored car into the garage
behind O'Malley's Pub.
Tony followed soon behind in the Mercedes. His white dress shirt and black jacket were soaked with blood. As he got out of car, he swore about the blood he had gotten on the interior of his hot (in more ways than one) new Mercedes. Tony took a few steps then collapsed to his knees in pain. The adrenalin that flowed through him during the car ride had somehow numbed the pain and now it was finally starting to hit him. Sid soon noticed his wounded partner and came rushing over.
"Holy shit! What the hell happened?" Sid asked in disbelief.
"I got shot, you idiot," Tony responded barely.
Upon hearing of their arrival, Andy and Vince hurried down to the garage. The first thing they noticed was Tony's battle wound. Andy quickly flipped out his cell phone. After a short conversation with the emergency dispatcher, Andy and Vince ran over to the two men.
"Hurry! Lets get him out into the alley," Andy said while grabbing Tony be the arm.
"Why?" Sid asked being confused.
"Just help me, damnit!"
"But..."
"Just shut the fuck up and help!" Andy snapped.
Together they helped Tony and his weak body out into the alley while Vince opened the door. Just minutes after they laid Tony down in the dark alley, the Ambulance could be heard coming around the block. Andy and Sid went back inside while Vince stayed outside to talk with the authorities.
"Sorry I let him get hit. I guess it..." Sid started to say when then when the garage door closed.
"Its not your fault, dude. Shit happens. You just gotta live with it. What I concerned about is your defiance. I'm the boss around here, okay? If I tell you to do something, you'd better do it. I don't mean to sound like a fuckin' drill sergent, but that's how its gonna be. If we wanna be successful, there has to be some sort of order and authority. You understand?"
"Yeah," Sid replied.
"Damn straight. Enough of this stupid army bullshit, you just completed your first job. This calls for a celebration!" Andy said in a sudden change of moods.
"Huh?" Sid was surprised at the change.
"Lets go get a beer."
"What about all the blood and crap on our shirts?"
"Hey, you're a punk, right? It'll fit your image perfectly. Come on, there's some hot punker-chicks here tonight," Andy said as the ushered Sid towards the stairs.
Tony followed soon behind in the Mercedes. His white dress shirt and black jacket were soaked with blood. As he got out of car, he swore about the blood he had gotten on the interior of his hot (in more ways than one) new Mercedes. Tony took a few steps then collapsed to his knees in pain. The adrenalin that flowed through him during the car ride had somehow numbed the pain and now it was finally starting to hit him. Sid soon noticed his wounded partner and came rushing over.
"Holy shit! What the hell happened?" Sid asked in disbelief.
"I got shot, you idiot," Tony responded barely.
Upon hearing of their arrival, Andy and Vince hurried down to the garage. The first thing they noticed was Tony's battle wound. Andy quickly flipped out his cell phone. After a short conversation with the emergency dispatcher, Andy and Vince ran over to the two men.
"Hurry! Lets get him out into the alley," Andy said while grabbing Tony be the arm.
"Why?" Sid asked being confused.
"Just help me, damnit!"
"But..."
"Just shut the fuck up and help!" Andy snapped.
Together they helped Tony and his weak body out into the alley while Vince opened the door. Just minutes after they laid Tony down in the dark alley, the Ambulance could be heard coming around the block. Andy and Sid went back inside while Vince stayed outside to talk with the authorities.
"Sorry I let him get hit. I guess it..." Sid started to say when then when the garage door closed.
"Its not your fault, dude. Shit happens. You just gotta live with it. What I concerned about is your defiance. I'm the boss around here, okay? If I tell you to do something, you'd better do it. I don't mean to sound like a fuckin' drill sergent, but that's how its gonna be. If we wanna be successful, there has to be some sort of order and authority. You understand?"
"Yeah," Sid replied.
"Damn straight. Enough of this stupid army bullshit, you just completed your first job. This calls for a celebration!" Andy said in a sudden change of moods.
"Huh?" Sid was surprised at the change.
"Lets go get a beer."
"What about all the blood and crap on our shirts?"
"Hey, you're a punk, right? It'll fit your image perfectly. Come on, there's some hot punker-chicks here tonight," Andy said as the ushered Sid towards the stairs.