Okay, you guys always toss in lyrics to your fics, I am doing the same, but to be obnoxious and funny- hope you guys find the humor :) The lyrics in this chapter are not mine; they belong to Rage Against The Machine. The title of the song is "Bullet In Your Head"; Go figure! Guess whose head :)
Cruz wasn't even five blocks from Bosco's house and Carter rolled up next to her in the turning lane. She was tapping her hands on her steering wheel obnoxiously and sucking her teeth. She looked over to her right and saw some man starring directly at her.
"Take a picture asshole it last longer!" She yelled. "Damn New York is full of creeps!" She mumbled to herself. She looked forward again waiting for the light to turn green, and saw movement again at her right and peered over.
Carter was rolling his window down. He caught her completely off guard. The moment she saw the black object in his hand lift up and point at her it was too late. Carter's silencer stopped the sound of the "bang" but not the shattering of glass as the bullet ripped threw her passengers side window and embedded itself into the right side of her skull.
Carter smirked to himself as he rolled the window back up and turned right when the light changed.
Cruz's lifeless head hit her steering wheel causing her horn to blare and her foot let off the gas sending her rolling out through the intersection. She rolled to the next block till she rear-ended another car.
~~~~~
Bosco awoke on his coach freezing. He was lying there shirtless and no blanket. He squinted his eyes at the alarm clock. He must have passed out briefly. He could hear sirens in the distance and figured that was what aroused him from his sleep.
"Cruz?" He called her name sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He realized he must have passed out on her. He stood up and stretched his sore aching muscles. He grabbed his shirt and put it back on. He was going to go walk back down to Ninth Street and look for Jasmine.
With instinct he grabbed his gun and badge and slid on his NYPD jacket and exited his apartment. Unfortunately for Bosco, Ninth Street was the opposite direction, as he took off walking into the dark cold night.
~~~~~
The paramedics that rolled up to the seen were from the next precinct over. They pronounced Sergeant Cruz dead at arrival. As they zipped her body up into the bag one of them shook their head. "You know it is a shame when people die like this and never get a chance to repent. We better inform the 55-precinct, this is one of theirs."
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
Cruz wasn't even five blocks from Bosco's house and Carter rolled up next to her in the turning lane. She was tapping her hands on her steering wheel obnoxiously and sucking her teeth. She looked over to her right and saw some man starring directly at her.
"Take a picture asshole it last longer!" She yelled. "Damn New York is full of creeps!" She mumbled to herself. She looked forward again waiting for the light to turn green, and saw movement again at her right and peered over.
Carter was rolling his window down. He caught her completely off guard. The moment she saw the black object in his hand lift up and point at her it was too late. Carter's silencer stopped the sound of the "bang" but not the shattering of glass as the bullet ripped threw her passengers side window and embedded itself into the right side of her skull.
Carter smirked to himself as he rolled the window back up and turned right when the light changed.
Cruz's lifeless head hit her steering wheel causing her horn to blare and her foot let off the gas sending her rolling out through the intersection. She rolled to the next block till she rear-ended another car.
~~~~~
Bosco awoke on his coach freezing. He was lying there shirtless and no blanket. He squinted his eyes at the alarm clock. He must have passed out briefly. He could hear sirens in the distance and figured that was what aroused him from his sleep.
"Cruz?" He called her name sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He realized he must have passed out on her. He stood up and stretched his sore aching muscles. He grabbed his shirt and put it back on. He was going to go walk back down to Ninth Street and look for Jasmine.
With instinct he grabbed his gun and badge and slid on his NYPD jacket and exited his apartment. Unfortunately for Bosco, Ninth Street was the opposite direction, as he took off walking into the dark cold night.
~~~~~
The paramedics that rolled up to the seen were from the next precinct over. They pronounced Sergeant Cruz dead at arrival. As they zipped her body up into the bag one of them shook their head. "You know it is a shame when people die like this and never get a chance to repent. We better inform the 55-precinct, this is one of theirs."
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head