Chapter 11

It was at this point that Shu entered with Viktor and Valeria, Camus' eyes widened as he saw them, Shu saw him and smiled in a smug sort of way

"Ah Camus, there you are. You may stay Miklotov, however you Camus are to be detained, your too dangerous."

"I'm dangerous!?" Camus exploded "I'm not the one who's planning to kill people! Even if they are criminals this is illegal!" He said, suddenly realising how mad he must look, he was standing wide eyed with the worst hair day he had ever had and excrement all over his clothing. She chuckled, while Flik and Humphrey looked a little wary of the angry police officer, Miklotov was beginning to regain his strength and attempted to sit Camus down, Camus shrugged his hand away, never taking his eyes off the amused Shu

"You've really hit the nail on the head this time." He said "And that's why you need to be detained, your too unpredictable."

Teresa looked at him, like a nurse would look at a terminally ill patient

"Please realise that this is for your own good, soon the city will be rid of those evil people."

"You can't kill them!" Camus shouted "You'll be as bad as them!"

"And what do you suggest we do?" Said Shu, smirking this time "Let you arrest them? Haven't exactly been doing a good job have you?" Camus clenched his fists, then suddenly grabbed Miklotov by the shoulder and pulled him upright

"We're leaving."

"What?" Said Shu and Teresa together

"You heard me, we're leaving, now get the fuck out of my way." He said and attempted to walk forwards when Viktor barred his way

"Your not going anywhere buddy." He said with a hint of menace

"Oh yeah?" Said Camus before lashing his foot out a catching him a hard blow in the groin, he moaned with pain and fell to the floor. Then Camus leaped forwards with the still disoriented Miklotov in tow out of the room, he heard footsteps behind him but knew he had already got a good head start and they probably wouldn't get him.

They ran through the deserted corridors of the large building/safehouse until they reached the entrance, there were two guards standing there with their backs to the two cops. Camus gently sat Miklotov down in a chair in the lobby, picked up a fire hydrant and cracked it over the guards heads before they had any time to react, he then ran over and picked his friend up. They could hear footsteps now and Miklotov was strong enough to run so they got out of the building hastily running quickly into the street and into traffic.

Dodging cars they made it to the other side of the road and into an alley where Miklotov fainted, Camus dragged him behind a dumpster and hoped they weren't found. Miklotov couldn't run any more and Camus wasn't going to leave him. Shu would kill them in case they spread word about the rebels or whatever they were. Terrorists, Camus would call them. He knew if they were found it was indeed the end.

Riou and Jowy had not found anywhere to stay in the short time since they had escaped the firefight back at their rented apartment. They had no money and they were on the run, neither knew if that gunfire was meant for them or Tir but they weren't going to stick around, both ran to across the city to its industrial district which was the least patrolled by the Mafia.

"Fuck it man!" Hissed Jowy as they walked along "We need fucking money!" Riou punched his arm

"Stop saying that!" He said "Your like a freaking infant, I'll find some. If all else fails I'll sell you to some sailors."

Jowy froze with horror

"Well you're a good looking guy, I bet we could get about two hundred." Said Riou with hardly a trace of a smile on his tanned lips, Jowy still stood there transfixed with fear. Riou sighed

"I was joking asshole!" He said giving Jowy another punch on the arm. "Look I don't like it but we're going to have to mug that guy over there." He said, nodding towards a tall guy with blonde hair wearing a dishevelled red hoodie and ripped jeans that Kurt Cobain would have been proud of, he was standing over the passed out body of a tall guy who looked like a complete stiff in his work clothes. They were obviously wino's and Riou was going to take advantage of this as they wouldn't be too much of a threat in their drunken state.

He turned to Jowy. "C'mon" He more mouthed than said and led his blonde friend over.

"Hey buddy. Give us all your money and we won't have to kick your ass." He said, giving the man in the red hoodie a shove. The man turned round and Riou immediately realised they had made a mistake.

Viktor felt his crotch, counting

"One, two, yep they're all there. Man I am gonna kill that fucker." He wheezed, getting back to his feet, he was alone as the others had gone off to chase the two renegade cops, he was left to worry about whether he could still have children. Getting up he walked to the table and picked up his coffee, which he had brought to the meeting.

He took a sip and before he knew it he realised he was humming under the board walk softly under his breath. He gave a shrug.

"I wonder what did happen to the Drifters." He turned and saw Flik walk into the room.

"Did you get them?" Asked Viktor, Flik shook his head

"Nope, bastard got away."

"Shit." Said the big man, sitting down and finishing off his coffee. Flik sat down as well.

"Every one else went home." He said simply

"I don't have a home Flik." Said Viktor, shrugging "No point a guess."

"You can crash at my place then, I got me a piece so we're protected." Flik took out his gun.

"Its not so we're protected is it Flik? Its so you can go out and find Mafia members to kill isn't it?" Viktor replied after a few short seconds surprisingly calmly

"What?" said Flik quietly

"You go out and kill them, that's what you do, when you go missing in the evenings. Is it because they killed her? Is it because of Odessa-"

"Stop!" Shouted Flik before his friend could finish "Yes! Ok! I do, I go out and find Mafia members to kill! She was innocent Viktor! She didn't deserve to die!" He shouted, getting out of his seat trembling "And I will kill every last one of them for that." Then walked out of the room, Viktor shook his head sadly, threw his coffee out the window and followed.

"And that's why you don't attack strangers." Said Camus giving Riou one final kick in the ribs before throwing him limply onto the almost unconscious form of Jowy, who was currently sporting a black eye and bruised ribs, blood cascaded down his nose and spattered everywhere as Riou fell on him. Wiping tears of pain from his eyes, he looked up at the man, he didn't look mad now, he had when he had turned round and planted a vicious left hook on Riou. Now he looked normal, pleasant even.

He extended a hand to the fallen teen, Riou took it aprehensively.

"We're sorry we tried to beat you up and steal your money." He said through a fat lip

"Apology accepted." Said Camus, slapping his back heartily, he then heard a groan, Miklotov had awoken

"What the fuck has gone on here?" He asked, getting up.

"I just had to teach these charming gents a lesson in manners." Said the cop as he helped Jowy up. Suddenly they heard footsteps and a cry of

"GET THEM!!!"

And then Riou grabbed Jowy's arm and ran, Camus and Miklotov not far behind.