Date Written: 9/2/05
Word Count: 300
Rating: T for language
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OC
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Language
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A high-speed chase is always dangerous.
Throw in a gun, a man on the edge, and the crowded streets of New York, and it was a potent combination. Innocents could be hurt.
Which was why Dee and Ryo were looking for an alley to corner their fleeing suspect in, away from civilians.
"There, Ryo!" the dark-haired detective cried, pointing down a side alley the car in front of them had swung into. Ryo hit the brakes and spun the steering wheel furiously, the tires squealing. There was a high chain link fence the suspect was attempting to scale.
Dee got out of the car, pulled his gun and fired twice, away from the suspect. The man--a teenager in baggy clothes--froze in place.
"Get your gangster ass down NOW," Dee demanded, walking forward.
The teen, however, proceeded to hop the fence, hands smacking the pavement as he landed, taking off.
"Fucking
hell!" Dee swore, holstering his gun and climbing the fence. The dress
shoes and business suit impeded the process, making him swear louder
and longer.
He found Ryo cuffing the teen, just outside the alley. Dee stared. "How did you...?"
"I ran around the side," Ryo replied, hauling the squirming, protesting teen to his feet by the cuff chain and the back of the boy's jacket.
Dee bent over double, trying to catch his breath. "MAN, I'm out of shape."
"Lay
off the donuts, pig," the teen spit at Dee. Ryo nodded in agreement,
but 'accidentally' allowed the teen to his head when he was put into
the back of the squad car.
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