Author's Note: Thanks to those who reviewed. Here's the 2nd chapter. I already wrote several more so the quicker you review, the quicker they are uploaded.

I came face to face with the head of the gun, dropping mine on the floor, startled as hell. Wow, didn't expect that coming now did you Bosco? The guy had me in a head lock as I fought trying to escape. It was no use; the guy must have been nearly twice my size. The head of the gun was digging into my temple as I continued to attempt an escape. "What the hell? What the hell?" I muttered as the other arm gripped around my neck blocking off my air for a second or so. I heard Cruz cursing to the left of me. Catching a glimpse of a guy doing the same to her, his arm around her neck as he pushed her head back, the gun digging deeper and deeper into her forehead, I started to panic as the guy pushed me down, as I slid a few feet across the floor until I collided with the wall. I came face to face with a pale face of a young guy. Maybe seventeen, eighteen years old at the most, he had bruises scaring his face, a severe gun shot in his chest.

"Oh shit!" I cursed at the fall; my arm twisted and throbbed with pain as I looked over to the 'kid.' He didn't respond in anyway, didn't even blink. Was he dead? I didn't want to find out as I looked back up at the guy, his gun aimed at me. Cruz continued a fight, the guys hand wrapped around her mouth so she couldn't speak. I looked at my gun on the floor. Way too far away, I thought as the guy followed my glance and kicked it even further with his foot. I looked back over to the guy not knowing much what more to do, I pushed him lightly by his shoulder, and he fell over dead cold. I stood up, this guy was a murder, and I knew well enough he wasn't going to hesitate to kill another, especially two loser ass cops.

"Listen, man, put the gun down." I said calmly putting my hands in the air in surrender. The guy just looked at me with a smirk sprawled across his face. Maritza stopped her struggle, standing there, still in the others grasp. Her gun was now in the younger guys hands. Both guys looked like total bombs, sunken red stroked eyes, and messy blonde hair, close to mind. The one who held the gun to be was older, my guess, around forty or so, the younger guy, twenty? The younger one who grasped Cruz tightly looked at me, a confused expression on his face.

"What we going to do now huh? What we going to do now?!" The younger one cried out in terror as he looked to the older one. Cruz had an uneasy expression on her face; she showed no fear as the gun scraped her head.

"You're going to put the gun down and listen to what we have to say." She managed in a choked voice as he dug it deeper in her temple now, digging into her flesh; she flinched in pain and tension. She watched me across the room like a deer caught in headlights, her pleading eyes almost begging me to do something. I didn't know what.

"Listen, guys, put the guns down." I said walking forward a few feet towards the one with the gun to me. His blank expression turned to angry.

"Do not move! I'll shoot ya! I will! I'll shoot your brains out!" He yelled at me as I stopped dead in my tracks. The young guy let out a small cry as Cruz hit him, kneed him, or whatever, where it hurt the most. He dropped the gun on the floor as she broke lose trying to grasp it; however, the hit wasn't too great. The guy slammed Cruz against the wall, holding her up by her throat; she made some choking sound as she fought to get down.

That was it. No-body did that to Cruz and got away with it. Dashing to my left I slammed into the guy as he fell backwards, I tackled on top of him fighting for the gun. A few shots of struggle were fired as Cruz fell to the ground in a heap.

"Get off me man!" The guy yelled as we wrestled on the floor, he dropped the gun as I got it in my own, jumping off of him and looking to the older one, a confused expression on his face. He had his gun on me, I had mine at his. None of us were going to back out. Hell I would.  I thought as my finger held down the trigger slowly, a little more each second.

Cruz was coming back to reality as she attempted to sit up, leaning back on the wall. I wasn't sure what happened in the next few minutes because it all happened so fast. I remember the younger guy getting up, a small blade in hand. Some one grabbed my head back as I yelped in shock. Cruz screamed in fear as sharp pain throbbed though my head as both guns went off.