Maniac_ski
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Chase Williams hated guns. To him they represented nothing but sudden and irrevocable death. He had seen to many deaths in his life. More so in the past few weeks. Guns in the hands of Vann Dimitri and his likes would more than likely leave someone bleeding. It had happened to Tripp just a few minutes ago. Tripp, young and enthusiastic with a dazzling smile. Now he lay dead in a back alley somewhere behind Chase. As he hated guns the weight of the Beretta in the pocket of his leather jacket felt heavy.
Chase had liked the younger man. He had even trusted him. A dangerous feat in his line of work. Trust was not something given easy or even given at all. With guilt in his heart Chase ran down the busy streets. Even at night New York was showing a lot of activity. He rushed in and out of crowds as he tried to put as much distance he could between himself and his pursuers.
Dimitri would never give up. Not as long as Chase held on to something he saw as his own. If the crime boss hadn't been so greedy he would have it in his possession already. When the bullets started to fly around his head Chase had ran. He knew there was nothing he could do for Tripp, so he ran for his life. Right there and then he had decided to keep running. Keep being one step ahead of Dimitri. Keep Dimitri from getting what he wanted and get it for himself.
He stopped and leaned against the wall of a building to take a breather. Just then he saw three of Dimitris men he recognised further down the street. With a curse he straightened up and ran of the sidewalk and into the street. The shriek of tires against the road had him look up. Straight into the head lights of a bright yellow porsche in full speed heading straight at him. The driver manage to put the car at halt merely a few inches in front of him.
Chase casts a glance to the sidewalk where the three men now stand looking at him. Then one point at him and all three draw guns. Without second thought Chase take up the beretta from his jack pocket and run over to the passenger side of the porsche. He yanks the door open and jumps in. His gun point at the driver. He see the three goons closing in and say without looking at the driver.
"Drive." He turn his eyes to the person he point the gun at and see that it is a young woman and that she stare back at him with an expression he can't read, but he see no fear in her eyes.
"No." She simply say.
As a man that rely on luck, it just seemed to run out.
Chase Williams hated guns. To him they represented nothing but sudden and irrevocable death. He had seen to many deaths in his life. More so in the past few weeks. Guns in the hands of Vann Dimitri and his likes would more than likely leave someone bleeding. It had happened to Tripp just a few minutes ago. Tripp, young and enthusiastic with a dazzling smile. Now he lay dead in a back alley somewhere behind Chase. As he hated guns the weight of the Beretta in the pocket of his leather jacket felt heavy.
Chase had liked the younger man. He had even trusted him. A dangerous feat in his line of work. Trust was not something given easy or even given at all. With guilt in his heart Chase ran down the busy streets. Even at night New York was showing a lot of activity. He rushed in and out of crowds as he tried to put as much distance he could between himself and his pursuers.
Dimitri would never give up. Not as long as Chase held on to something he saw as his own. If the crime boss hadn't been so greedy he would have it in his possession already. When the bullets started to fly around his head Chase had ran. He knew there was nothing he could do for Tripp, so he ran for his life. Right there and then he had decided to keep running. Keep being one step ahead of Dimitri. Keep Dimitri from getting what he wanted and get it for himself.
He stopped and leaned against the wall of a building to take a breather. Just then he saw three of Dimitris men he recognised further down the street. With a curse he straightened up and ran of the sidewalk and into the street. The shriek of tires against the road had him look up. Straight into the head lights of a bright yellow porsche in full speed heading straight at him. The driver manage to put the car at halt merely a few inches in front of him.
Chase casts a glance to the sidewalk where the three men now stand looking at him. Then one point at him and all three draw guns. Without second thought Chase take up the beretta from his jack pocket and run over to the passenger side of the porsche. He yanks the door open and jumps in. His gun point at the driver. He see the three goons closing in and say without looking at the driver.
"Drive." He turn his eyes to the person he point the gun at and see that it is a young woman and that she stare back at him with an expression he can't read, but he see no fear in her eyes.
"No." She simply say.
As a man that rely on luck, it just seemed to run out.
