He tilted his head, a little bit of brain matter slipping from his fingers. "And you call me crazy."
Then Milo's brain began fully comprehending what she said. "What do you mean, 'You're not fucking alone,' we've been hanging out for, like, 15 minutes."
In response to the gunshots, a few officers made there way outside with their guns drawn.
"Okay, we need to run. Like now. Because there's no way in hell that you can be seen like this, okay? Let's just say that I have my…differences from average people as well." Christine looked worried for a second. What she was about to do was against the law. She got her keys out quickly and takes off his handcuffs. "Run. Now. Don't worry about me."
Milo was confused as all hell, but he couldn't just leave.
"Yes, I can!" He shouted.
Dude, c'mon.
"No!"
Yes. She's risking her job for you.
"Ugggh." He turned back to Christene. "Where can we meet up after this?"
"There's a park I know. Liberty Park. Right down Sanders Road." Christine thinks before adding on to it. "And seeing as some people don't like you, you can keep the gun." She hands him a spare magazine.
"You are a criminal who broke free, now fighting the officer who handcuffed you and running for his life, she said, nodding to him for a brief second.
C'mon, play your part, Milo… Christine could only hope.
This was something he could play very well. "I"M CRAZY, BITCH!"
He shoved his shoulder into her chest in a manner that looked painful, but really didn't do anything. He picked up the pistol she had dropped as the other officers began shooting at him. He easily slipped into an alleyway and began weaving through the city in search for that Liberty Park.
Christine 'fell' to the ground, making her face snarl. "That-that bastard!" She pretended to look for her gun. "Shit, shit shit shit shit shit!" (gtg I'll add to it when I can)
He continued to walked throught the alley, checking the magazine for the amount of bullets and was disappointed. "Damn, don't the fucking police teach you weapons control?"
"You three," Christine turned to the officers, "make sure the area's secured before sending backup. He stole my fucking gun, so be ready to shoot him. Don't aim to kill, not yet at least. I'll see if I can catch the bugger." Christine stood, pressing a palm to her head, a headache coming.
"Without a gun? You've gotta be crazy!" The middle officer, officer Joana Parks, criticized. "Take mine. I can go back and get another, anyways." She tossed Christine her gun, nodding to her.
"Thanks," Christine said, before running in the direction Milo went. When she was out of the sight of the officers, she ran faster, and got to the park in only a few minutes. A normal person running would get there in five-but only if they were sprinting the entire time. She sighed as she awaited Milo, sitting down at a picnic table.
In about 30 minutes, Milo arrived, chewing on a Subway sandwich as he spun the gun around with his finger in the trigger guard.
"Awww, you really do care," he said after swallowing his bite and tossing what was left of it in the trash.
"I was gonna leave soon if you hadn't arrived by then. Slowpoke. Asshole. Bastard criminal who I, for some reason, helped." Christine rolled her eyes. "And I couldn't care less. I just happen to enjoy this place."
Liar. You care because he's different, like you. But you won't show it, because he's technically a lawbreaker. Why aren't you arresting him?
"Oh, really? Then why invite me to come?" He sat down across from her on the picnic table. "The same fucker who took my dog blew your police fort up."
He slid a piece of paper over, with the words written in crayon saying "Your dog is really the bomb."
"Not very creative, but it gets the job done, I guess."
"Okay. That's cool. So then, let the police handle it. Not a godforsaken killer." Christine sighed, "Police station's thataway." She pointed, a smug grin on her face. "Knowing your attitude, you probably wouldn't have trouble reporting it and getting away from law enforcement."
Christine thought for a moment, guilt creeping over her like a shadow. "Sorry. How's your head?"
"Hurts a little," he said, rubbing the half-healed hole that the bullet caused. "But, no. This fucker isn't gonna get off with 20 years in prison after stealing my damn dog."
He set the gun on the table, locking eyes with her. "You're either with me or in my way. Pick your poison, 'cause you aren't stopping me."
"You got straight to the point." Christine said, not really choosing sides yet.
You either side with the law and shoot this bastard, or you side with him and you can go ahead and call yourself a criminal.
Well, you're a criminal already for letting him escape. But you love your job…
Christine sighs. "Keep the gun. I'd need to think about where I stand. I'm not saying I'll help or hinder you anymore."
Without another word, Milo stood up and slipped the gun into the waistband of his pants before starting to walk away, a plan already forming in his head.
I need to find out who this fuck is. Maybe some of my connections do.
Although it wouldn't matter that much, he really wished she had came. From the looks of it, he would need all of the help he could get. Even if it was from some stuck-up good girl cop who wanted him dead.
"Oh, screw it," Christine uttered to herself, jogging lightly after him.
"Where're we headed?" Christine asked, her expression not changing from her usual serious look.
He was relieved as hell, but didn't show it "Lee's Boxing Gym on the west side. He's got some connections."
Milo felt like this was an acceptable response and continued to walk in silence.
Can today get any wor- MOTO, NO! he thought, pointing a threatening finger at me.
Shit, man, I wasn't even thinking of it…
"M'kay. Does this mean that I have to be nice to criminals?" Christine kept her eyes straight ahead as she talked.
"If you don't want your head on a fucking plate, yes. I'm the only one here who can survive that." After a few more minutes, they arrived at a boxing gym on the shittiest part of town. Milo walked over to the door and held the door open for Christine.
"How courteous." Christine said, her voice flat. She knew that this part of town was home to drug-dealers and such. She tried not to be uneasy, but it was shown when they entered when her eyes darted around.
There was a small crowd around a boxing ring where two women were fighting. Various cheers, boos, and jeers came whenever one of them landed a blow, and money changed hands like it was on fire. Milo made his way through the crowd, grabbing Christine by the wrist so she wouldn't get lost in the mass of people as he scanned faces.
God, this place is just…revolting. Milo better have connections here, or I'm gonna be pissed.
Christine kept her eyes to the floor, walking through the place with Milo's guidance. She was slightly frustrated at herself that she couldn't bring herself to walk alongside him, but Christine didn't think it was the best thing to see her reaction to the chaos.
Eventually, Milo found who he was looking for, and without hesitation, pulled out the pistol and fired 3 shots into the air. The crowd immediately quieted and everyone turned their heads to the two.
"Everyone fuck off!" Milo roared, his voice leaving no room for argument.
And, because of his reputation and the fact that he was talking with a gunshot to the side of his head, everyone indeed fucked off.
After everyone left, Milo grabbed the middle aged man by the collar of his fancy silk shirt and slammed his into the wall, picking him up a couple of inches just for show.
"You better start talking, Elmore Phud," he growled, the jab about the man's aggressively receding hairline. "My dog's been taken and I know you know who did it."
Christine started to say something, but she shut her mouth.
This is how they work. Any talk of the police and law enforcement will get you killed, Christine. You may not like it, but Milo knows more than you about this stuff. Just shut up and hopefully, soon enough you'll be useful.
Hopefully.
The man gave a fearful smile. "H-hey, Milo! Ye-yeah, of course. Um….let me take you into the office," he said, glancing over at Christine in confusion.
"No. She's with me, so she hears this shit, too." Milo lifted up the man a few more inches for show, then dropped him. "Start. talking. Or she'll," he jabbed a finger over to Christine, "Will fuck you the fuck up."
The man flinched. "Fine, fine. There's a crew that camps out on boardwalk. They built the bomb he used to blow up the police station. That's all I know!"
Milo stared at him for a few seconds, then glanced over to Christine to see what she thought.
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