whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[The guy put up a decent fight but ultimately lost to the one of smaller stature. A good tackling, diving, rolling, slashing, and tying later sees the kid and the guy marching (in defeat) back up to a main street. Freddy's got a firm grip on his arm--his wrists are zip tied. Freddy himself has some dirt on his face and a bleeding left but nothing major.]

Pull anything smart, asshole, and you're getting pushed into oncoming traffic.

[Up one alley. Down another. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Never being a guy who has had a cellphone he doesn't think to call. And if he did, well, maybe he wouldn't use it anyways. Don't want to distract the man.

Finally he runs into Freddy huffing and puffing, ready to play hero and seeing that he has it all taken care of.

What a lousy time to miss out. He could have seen the kid really put a sack of shit where he belongs.]

You. You got him.

[Pant. Pant. He has Fetch and a purse.]

I got'im.

[Freddy confirms with a pull to those ziptie cuffs, evoking a groan from the guy. Why did he have zipties on him in the first place? Well, Larry ought to know, all the cuffing and binding doesn't really take place on the beat these days. Heh.]

Hey you got the goods.

[He means Fetch first, the purse second.]

[Zip ties though? How does he miss that? Then again, there is so much about the kid that the old man is learning. They do know each other very well but small things, they say so much. Those zip ties say cop.]

You're bleedin'.

[Enough to be making a darker stain visible from the place he's taking, at a distance from the chump but close to this man. Who in the fuck would not see and admire Freddy Newendyke?]

Huh? Oh yeah. [The goods. He holds em up.]

What're you gonna do about him?

[Like that's the smallest detail to wrap up.]

What do you think we should do with'im? You owe anybody money? We could drop you off at their place.

[That's just trash talk right there. Freddy wouldn't really put anyone's life in danger like that, not if it meant risking getting even an idiot killed. Whatever the case, the guy ain't talking. He doesn't look pleased to be led around either. Too bad.]

Hand him over to the cops I guess. Tell them he punched a chick and cut me.

[Hear that, Lawrence Dimick? He cut your Freddy Newendyke. Yes the kid's banking on the bull seeing red to put a little more fear into this son of a bitch.]

[This is the behavior and mouth of a man that's seven feet tall and bullet proof. The old man really is wishing now he could have seen Freddy take this asshole down.]

Where did he punch the lady?

[Larry puts a hand on Freddy's shoulder to stop em.]

It was about here, right?

[To demonstrate the old man punches their captor in the face.]

Naw, that don't seem right. But wielding a knife? On my guy?

[...if he had it his way this would be just the start. Unlike a lawful type that Mr. Orange is deep down, Dimick can keep going to town without remorse.]

Ouch.

[That's the only remark he has for Larry clocking the guy. The most Freddy does himself is just keep a firm hold on his arm so the guy doesn't go down. Too much effort to have to pick him back up on his feet. That's something this cop and criminal share in common, a sense of street justice, and that qualifies.]

Close enough.

[The knife on the other hand...let's not get down to cutting off fingers, Mr. White. That he calls him his guy though? Freddy could kiss him. His adrenaline's still in the stratosphere. He's just doing a good job of keeping it cool. Like Marlon Brando.] Don't put my name on him, I don't wanna be confused for a piece of shit.

If I ever see your fucking face again, [Mr. White balls up the front of this scub bag's shirt] you better pray that you'll get off as easy as you're gettin' off right now.

[One more solid hit. And let it be known that this man is hit by an older motherfucker holding a toy dog and a woman's purse. Now the old man is pretty geared up too for more than just distance running. He would love to keep on going but then it would really be messy.]

Let's drop off that piece of shit where it belongs.

[Mr. Orange is one bad motherfucker, hauling off society's bottom feeder.]

Stand up straight and take it like a man.

[Freddy criticizes, head shaking in slow motions like he's tsk tsking too. A crook who wants to make it in the underworld needs to know how to take his punches or dodge them, especially coming from an older more experienced professional like Lawrence Dimick. Ah well, they can't all be Mr. White. Freddy prefers it that way.]

Well I sure ain't keeping'im.

[The kid quips. He'd make smartass remarks like that with his partner too, with his superiors. It feels so fucking good.]

[When they step on out into the night once again Mr. White lights up a Chesterfield.]

Good thing it wasn't in too deep.

[He will still insist on cleaning the wound tomorrow. For now he's savoring their triumph. The petty thief is in the police's hands. The purse is in the injured chick's hands. ...Whoever that purse may belong to.]

Damn. Can't say we don't have exciting nights.

[The man next to him, the one with the green and amber looking eyes and long hair took down a bigger guy than himself.]

Good thing it don't sound infected. I coulda picked something up rolling all over the fucking place like that.

[Not that he means to rub it in that Larry missed the action or anything. Seeing the old man still with his Fetch Armstrong unscathed makes him smile.]

You're tellin' me. You get any news on that fire?

[See how Freddy sort of hovers at one side only to move on to the other side of Larry? Yep. He's still pumped and the night is young.]

It'll heal faster.

[And be one more worry off of the old man's mind knowing that the kid is going to be okay.]

All I know is that it's not burning. They didn't say how long it was. Fuck.

[That's about all that they can take so far, even with rejuvenating heroism acts.]

I didn't see too many gettin' rushed into the ER.

[That has to be good news. Oh look he's moving back to Larry's other side. Freckled hands flap around in a passive attempt to remove Fetch from Larry's possession. It's the old man's prize after all, but it was the kid's choice.]

I can hold'im for you.

[You know he's been carrying it this whole damn time it's been a rather forgettable detail next to the chase and Freddy's safety. The old man passes it on over to him.]

How about you just keep 'em.

[Because that was the point anyway. Puff. Puff.]

That was some fancy footwork back there.

[Sheriff is implied, not so much as cop.]

Are you sure? [Freddy asks just as he's tucking the corn syrup filled hound under his own arm anyway.] Thanks.

[Like he didn't already know it was going to be the kid's from the start.]

Hey I did what anyone [like me] would've done. [Except back home he'd get a paycheck for it but the nature of the copper doesn't go away just like that.]

I insist. You're a dog kinda of a guy.

[They both are. Larry wouldn't pick a dog with an incredible ability to stretch given the choice. A free arm means he can loop it around Freddy.]

And quickly too. Off right like the goddamn roadrunner.

[It's an easy going conversation because it all ended well.]

[So far Freddy's proven himself to be a toucan kind of guy but Sam acted almost like a dog anyway. An aloof dog, no Truck but still dog-like.]

Somebody had to take out the trash.

[Purse snatching chick punching scumbags rank pretty low even for crooks. He remarks with another shrug under that heavy warm arm. Everyday it gets easier acting like this in public. Nevermind that it's dark out and after hours.]

When I was a kid I knew another guy who said you could tie one of these around your balls and jack off for a whole hour. The one shaped like a man, not the dog.

[Heh. They could get a dog one of these days. Except a mutt would have to accept that they got places to go, people to see and can't be fuckin' around. Larry would hope that a dog would have a house with a yard.

Yeah. The dog would hope for that pretty picture setting.]

Don't think he'll pull that kind of shit any time soon.

[Especially when justice's hand game down on him out of the blue even in the dark of night and panic.

Hearing this Larry pulls back to give the kid a look.]

You sayin' you want me to try and get you a man? They got gear that does the same.

Are you kidding me? What if it springs a leak?

[Whether or not Larry knows why it would spring a leak makes no difference. Freddy knows his Stretch Armstrongs, how they work, how they can break, how dangerous they can be. Under his arm like this the kid can't flap his way back over to Larry's other side but maybe the old man can feel a little restlessness in the way he moves against him.]

Then you gotta get a new toy or some shit.

[Restless is a good word for it. He has a feeling he knows what's up.]

You wanna talk to me more about that hour business. I think that's what's on your mind about now.

[The thrill of the chase, the capture and turn over. Kinda like how they pulled that book keeper job way back when. Except tonight was more legal.]

Whatdyou mean?

[Asks the kid, clueless because of all that energy firing back and forth. And maybe because he's not sure Larry wants to hear about how he pulled a successful foot pursuit single-handedly. He's a cop after all.]

Spill it. You're bursting at the seams. I wanted to give you a call but didn't think that would help much. What the fuck happened after y'took off?

[Because he knows the ending. It's a happy one. The in between is Freddy's story to share. Far be it from the old man to deny him. He remembers why they had their talk Sunday. Maybe that would relieve a sliver of the pressure of keeping his badge under wraps.

The old man nudges physically too.]

[Oh. That. Freddy looks left then right like he's making sure the coast is clear. He feels the nudging too, knows what it means, knows what Larry's encouraging and goddamn does it make him feel good and proud.]

He took off through a [Locations and locations. Stuff in the way. Climbing and jumping was involved.] I kept up the pace until he ran right into a fuckin' fence he couldn't fuckin' climb. That's when he turned around and cut me. But I took him out.

[The kid has to leave the old man's wing to pantomime how he took the guy down. One hook, another hook, the same way an officer would move if he had his nightstick on him.] Bam, down on the fuckin' ground, asshole. I frisked him. He had an expired condom.

[As it should, kid. As it should.]

What kinda knife was that? [How did he go at it? the old man sticks Freddy in the ribs with a finger.]

He dunno what kind of a punch a guy like you packs.

[Expired condom? What a joker. Larry shakes his head.]

So he was lousy through and through.

[Like the bad guys in the movies.]

A little thing. This big, right up his sleeve.

[Freddy gestures the size of his thumb but they both ought to know something that small can be lethal in the right direction.]

Uh huh. Real lousy. Good runner though, I thought I was gonna cough up a lung.

But I ain't no madman.

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