[013: VIDEO]

[makesfolktalky]

[The video feed kicks into action as it hits the floor, having fallen from Ray's pocket. Ray doesn't even seem to notice, too occupied with kicking the crap out of some crook with more enthusiasm than even he normally spares

Comments

[Action?]

[dude_imbatman]

[Dean is out doing the same thing Ray is doing, collaring thugs and dragging them into the station. The meaty sound of fists hitting flesh is what draws Dean into the alley. He's not entirely surprised to see Ray but he is surprised to see he's taken it to this level.]

Ray? Hey...you got everything under control here?

[Action!]

[makesfolktalky]

[Ray pauses at Dean's voice, making the time to give the guy one more swift kick to the gut before he turns to face him.]

Yeah. 'Course. Don't exactly look out of control, do 'e?

Re: [Action!]

[dude_imbatman]

Nah. He looks pretty contained. Want some help hauling him back to the station?

[The perp wasn't exactly the one Dean was worried about being out of control]

[Action!]

[makesfolktalky]

[Ray doesn't really care either way. He sighs, fishing his smokes out of his pocket and lighting one, sparing the poor bastard on the floor a disinterested glance.]

Go on, then. Might as well.

[lady_wandering]

Mr. Carling, are you in need of back-up?

[makesfolktalky]

[Rays starts, stooping and picking up the device with a mumbled 'shit' as he notices the device.]

M'all right with 'im, I reckon. I'll bring 'im in now.

[lady_wandering]

Still, it would be wise if you were not alone. Some of the perpetrators are forming into groups.

[makesfolktalky]

Yeah, so? I'll leave them lot to people who 'ave backup. I'll be all right on me own.