What is he thinking? When a simple surrender will do the trick, and he will be off to the station to face his punishment alive. Yet instead, the boy turns to the officer and fires. The officer proceeds to fire back, striking Lopez propelling him from the fire escape dropping him three stories to the pavement. There is an earsplitting thud; the impact is so intense, that the officer, with his hand by his side and the gun still smoking, shudders from the sound. …show more content…
Feeling a little sympathy for Freddie, the detective drops his head for a second; closing his eyes, he searches for the proper words that might calm this distraught soul.
“I need you to listen; I’ve worked these streets for sixteen years, you were lucky tonight.” The man with the badge insists. Instructing the homeless hard head to shut up and listen. However, listening is not part of Freddie’s DNA, so with an immediate smirk at the detective, and a John Rambo attitude he declares his victory.
“I’d thrash their asses, one on one, Mono El Mono, my friend,” he proclaims.
Taken by his outburst, the detective looks at Freddie, making a note of his condition. His head thoroughly bandaged, as if he came out of the tomb of King Tut, diverted only by both eyes, which have swollen badly. One of his eyes is rapidly closing, while both sides of his body suffer agonizing pain. Quite a few stab wounds need extra attention, but the paramedics assure the detective, he will …show more content…
It is not a matter of being afraid, out here Freddie, it is a matter of staying alive, these are bangers, mobsters, they do not play, this is real-time consequences and one of them is dead! They never fight one on one,” he finishes his advice directing his attention to the alley, all the while keeping a close eye on Freddie as they carry out the Lopez boy in a body bag. A bit puzzled by the detective’s implications after pointing to the alley, Freddie has something he believes the non-detecting detective may have