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[whiskeybullets]

the four of us were standing there, doug looking nervous and sweaty, me with my trigger finger twitching, and the two nameless cops angry and young. somehow i knew it was all my fault, but i couldn't do a damned thing to save him. so i shot him instead, right in the stomach with my shotgun. he couldn't go to prison. the baby cop with the blond

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crime scene...

[very_hip]

Boyd: for god sakes, detective Childers! cover up the bodies! the fucking civilians are taking pictures with their camera phones. think of the boys' parents.

Childers: the boys' parents? think about the officers' wives and kids. who is going to call Cheryl and tell her about this, huh, Boyd? Me! I'm going to have to.

Boyd: got-damnit, Boyd, this isn't about you!

long pause

Boyd: This is a real mess, Childers. I can understand why this one would off himself, but why kill the other three?

Childers: Fuck a duck. (sigh) Call detectives Benson and Stabler.

nothin to see here folks!

[rustycutlass]

indstead of unholster, say "pulled iron". or "skinned my smoke wagon".