Showdown, New York style . . .
(continuing on from here)
The unmarked car cruised slowly southwards down Ninth Avenue, Shane drumming his fingers on the wheel lightly as he checked the cross streets looking eastwards, shaking his head at the distant sight of flashing lights indicating roadblocks.
This city - God love him, even if he'd grown up here, third generation Irish cop and all, sometimes the place drove him quietly insane!
The radio crackled to life again, and that somewhat distinctive voice was updating.
"Suspect heading west on West Twenty-Ninth; continuing on foot."
With a curse, Shane realized that he'd just passed Twenty Ninth Street, and there was no way to go back. There was nothing for it, he continued down past Twenty Eight Street and parked his car on Ninth Avenue opposite Chelsea Park.
Getting out, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and reached under it to the shoulder holster, checking that he could draw his gun easily, though he really hoped it wouldn't come to that. A nice quiet takedown, that's what every cop looked forward to - only the mavericks really longed for running gun battles.
Looking up and down the street and seeing no one matching the suspect's description, or anyone in an NYPD uniform, he decided to head back up Ninth Avenue toward West Twenty Ninth and intercept this cowboy.
The unmarked car cruised slowly southwards down Ninth Avenue, Shane drumming his fingers on the wheel lightly as he checked the cross streets looking eastwards, shaking his head at the distant sight of flashing lights indicating roadblocks.
This city - God love him, even if he'd grown up here, third generation Irish cop and all, sometimes the place drove him quietly insane!
The radio crackled to life again, and that somewhat distinctive voice was updating.
"Suspect heading west on West Twenty-Ninth; continuing on foot."
With a curse, Shane realized that he'd just passed Twenty Ninth Street, and there was no way to go back. There was nothing for it, he continued down past Twenty Eight Street and parked his car on Ninth Avenue opposite Chelsea Park.
Getting out, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and reached under it to the shoulder holster, checking that he could draw his gun easily, though he really hoped it wouldn't come to that. A nice quiet takedown, that's what every cop looked forward to - only the mavericks really longed for running gun battles.
Looking up and down the street and seeing no one matching the suspect's description, or anyone in an NYPD uniform, he decided to head back up Ninth Avenue toward West Twenty Ninth and intercept this cowboy.