FAKE Triple Drabble: Under Fire
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badly_knittedTitle: Under Fire
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ryo, Dee, OCs.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee, Ryo, and a potential informant are pinned down by gunfire.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Rattle’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Getting shot at was enough to rattle anyone, but Ryo and Dee were cops so, while hearing the bullets whining their way past the dumpster that was the only refuge available wasn’t exactly pleasant, they weren’t about to panic. The same couldn’t be said for Jimmy Devereaux, the man they were attempting to take in for questioning. He was freaking out so much that Dee was having to practically sit on him to keep him from rabbiting.
Someone had clearly decided they didn’t want Jimmy D, chiefly known for fencing stolen goods and doing a spot of drug dealing on the side, telling the police what he knew, whatever that might be, and were taking steps towards silencing him permanently. That was bad news for Jimmy D, obviously, but not particularly good news for Ryo and Dee, who’d been hoping to bring the man in with as little fuss as possible. Looked like that wasn’t happening.
They’d radioed for backup, but the additional units were still four minutes out, and an awful lot could happen in four minutes. Jimmy D was alternately crying, praying, and begging the two detectives to let him go, but as a sniper, Ryo had long ago mastered the art of tuning out distractions, so he was paying no attention. He was focused entirely on the man shooting at them, waiting for him to make a mistake, or even just to pause so he could reload. Ryo was patient; in situations like this, he needed to be.
Hearing the click of an empty magazine, Ryo made his move, darting out of cover to the other side of the alley, where a recessed doorway gave a small amount of protection and he had a better angle on the shooter. One shot was all he needed, aiming to disarm the gunman rather than kill, and then all was suddenly silent, yet somehow that sounded louder than the deafening gunfire of a few moments earlier.
As Ryo slapped the cuffs on the injured shooter, he could hear the sound of sirens coming closer. Backup was arriving a little late.
The End
Someone had clearly decided they didn’t want Jimmy D, chiefly known for fencing stolen goods and doing a spot of drug dealing on the side, telling the police what he knew, whatever that might be, and were taking steps towards silencing him permanently. That was bad news for Jimmy D, obviously, but not particularly good news for Ryo and Dee, who’d been hoping to bring the man in with as little fuss as possible. Looked like that wasn’t happening.
They’d radioed for backup, but the additional units were still four minutes out, and an awful lot could happen in four minutes. Jimmy D was alternately crying, praying, and begging the two detectives to let him go, but as a sniper, Ryo had long ago mastered the art of tuning out distractions, so he was paying no attention. He was focused entirely on the man shooting at them, waiting for him to make a mistake, or even just to pause so he could reload. Ryo was patient; in situations like this, he needed to be.
Hearing the click of an empty magazine, Ryo made his move, darting out of cover to the other side of the alley, where a recessed doorway gave a small amount of protection and he had a better angle on the shooter. One shot was all he needed, aiming to disarm the gunman rather than kill, and then all was suddenly silent, yet somehow that sounded louder than the deafening gunfire of a few moments earlier.
As Ryo slapped the cuffs on the injured shooter, he could hear the sound of sirens coming closer. Backup was arriving a little late.
The End
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