Gunman in Alleyway

RP Log

Adam and Anwar are Chased by a Brother of the Truck Bombing Guy

Date: February 9, 2011

It's a lovely, spring afternoon in Boston. The sun is out, making the melting snow bright enough to be blinding. It's quiet, being before the time that busy dock-workers were heading home, and after the lunch rush. Anwar is walking down the sidewalk, on a busy street. Traffic, mostly trucks, run through the throughroads, throwing up slush onto the pavements. This area is mostly scrubby, downridden business related.

Adam will oftentimes simply wander the city when he has nothing else to do. Today is no exception. He is walking along the street, in the opposite direction. He quickly spots Anwar, trying to appear as indifferent as possible towards him as they move closer, watching him carefully to see what he might do, or how he might react.

Anwar's thick, wolf scent will reach Adam before Anwar does. The latter needs a bath. Badly. As Anwar nears Adam, he looks at the other man, and there's a sense of bristling wolf with an unresolved status question. What Adam can see, that Anwar cannot, is a car, an old Chevy Nova, coming up behind Anwar. Really, quite fast, and in a way that suggests that it's not going to stop. Unfortunately, Anwar is focused on Adam, and although he can hear the revving of the engine, he's not looking at it.

Adam merely nods to Anwar with a perfectly straight face, until he notices the car. He looks at it a moment, before realizing that it isn't going to stop. He quickly rushes forward, grabbing Anwar and practically slamming him against the wall of a nearby building to try and avoid the oncoming car.

Anwar grunts as Adam grabs him, and, for all of Adam's trouble, growls at him, a fist raised, and looking like he's going to try and hit the other man. That is, until the car mounts the curb, and scrapes along the wall of the building, sending sparks flying as the metal body careens along the side, before it comes to a halt. The driver steps out, holding something in his hand. The bright, bright sunlight highlights the smooth metal of what he's holding. A shiny, polished, desert eagle.

It doesn't take long before Anwar is thrown yet again, this time flung around the corner and into a nearby ally. "Go!" Adam shouts, following close behind. He makes sure that he is bridging the distance between the gunman and Anwar, but also makes sure to keep running. "Find somewhere crowded!" he shouts, hoping that the man wouldn't be stupid to try and risk catching someone in the crossfire.

Anwar lands on his feet, sliding as he goes around the corner. And then starts climbing the brown-stone building that he was thrown around. For someone that's just driven his car into the wall, the gunman, with mouse-brown hair, and very ordinary features, looks remarkably stable, if not mentally sound. The gunman shouts, "Come back you inhuman motherfucker! You put my brother in jail. I'm going to fucking bury you!" he aims at Adam as he ducks behind the alleyway.

Adam sprints, stopping to grab a trash barrel and fling it at the gunman, hoping to draw his attention while Anwar climbs. He keeps backpedaling, but tries to remain close, in case his distraction doesn't work.

A shot rings out, the sound of a small canon going off. It smashes into the brick on the corner of the building, showering Adam with bits of brown brick. Fragments of bullet also go flying. It doesn't smell like silver, but that was still a big caliber bullet. Adam's plan appears to be working. The gunman follows the spot where he thinks the trash barrel has been thrown from, narrowly avoiding the awkwardly unaerodynamic projectile, he runs down towards the alleyway, fanning around it so that it's difficult to flank him, his footsteps pushing through the wet snow. He's in very good shape for a human, his eyes bright and filled with absolute hatred. Anwar's now on top of the short, two storey brick building, he crouches, midway down the alleyway, waiting.

Adam notices that Anwar is safely on the roof, and begins to break into an all-out sprint to escape the gunman, trying to round the corner out of the ally as quickly as possible, hopefully before he fires off another round.

Anwar grunts as Adam grabs him, and, for all of Adam's trouble, growls at him, a fist raised, and looking like he's going to try and hit the other man. That is, until the car mounts the curb, and scrapes along the wall of the building, sending sparks flying as the metal body careens along the side, before it comes to a halt. The driver steps out, holding something in his hand. The bright, bright sunlight highlights the smooth metal of what he's holding. A shiny, polished, desert eagle.

It doesn't take long before Anwar is thrown yet again, this time flung around the corner and into a nearby ally. "Go!" Adam shouts, following close behind. He makes sure that he is bridging the distance between the gunman and Anwar, but also makes sure to keep running. "Find somewhere crowded!" he shouts, hoping that the man wouldn't be stupid to try and risk catching someone in the crossfire.

Anwar lands on his feet, sliding as he goes around the corner. And then starts climbing the brown-stone building that he was thrown around. For someone that's just driven his car into the wall, the gunman, with mouse-brown hair, and very ordinary features, looks remarkably stable, if not mentally sound. The gunman shouts, "Come back you inhuman motherfucker! You put my brother in jail. I'm going to fucking bury you!" he aims at Adam as he ducks behind the alleyway.

Adam sprints, stopping to grab a trash barrel and fling it at the gunman, hoping to draw his attention while Anwar climbs. He keeps backpedaling, but tries to remain close, in case his distraction doesn't work.

A shot rings out, the sound of a small canon going off. It smashes into the brick on the corner of the building, showering Adam with bits of brown brick. Fragments of bullet also go flying. It doesn't smell like silver, but that was still a big caliber bullet. Adam's plan appears to be working. The gunman follows the spot where he thinks the trash barrel has been thrown from, narrowly avoiding the awkwardly unaerodynamic projectile, he runs down towards the alleyway, fanning around it so that it's difficult to flank him, his footsteps pushing through the wet snow. He's in very good shape for a human, his eyes bright and filled with absolute hatred. Anwar's now on top of the short, two storey brick building, he crouches, midway down the alleyway, waiting.

Adam notices that Anwar is safely on the roof, and begins to break into an all-out sprint to escape the gunman, trying to round the corner out of the ally as quickly as possible, hopefully before he fires off another round.

Anwar grunts as Adam grabs him, and, for all of Adam's trouble, growls at him, a fist raised, and looking like he's going to try and hit the other man. That is, until the car mounts the curb, and scrapes along the wall of the building, sending sparks flying as the metal body careens along the side, before it comes to a halt. The driver steps out, holding something in his hand. The bright, bright sunlight highlights the smooth metal of what he's holding. A shiny, polished, desert eagle.

It doesn't take long before Anwar is thrown yet again, this time flung around the corner and into a nearby ally. "Go!" Adam shouts, following close behind. He makes sure that he is bridging the distance between the gunman and Anwar, but also makes sure to keep running. "Find somewhere crowded!" he shouts, hoping that the man wouldn't be stupid to try and risk catching someone in the crossfire.

Anwar lands on his feet, sliding as he goes around the corner. And then starts climbing the brown-stone building that he was thrown around. For someone that's just driven his car into the wall, the gunman, with mouse-brown hair, and very ordinary features, looks remarkably stable, if not mentally sound. The gunman shouts, "Come back you inhuman motherfucker! You put my brother in jail. I'm going to fucking bury you!" he aims at Adam as he ducks behind the alleyway.

A shot rings out, the sound of a small canon going off. It smashes into the brick on the corner of the building, showering Adam with bits of brown brick. Fragments of bullet also go flying. It doesn't smell like silver, but that was still a big caliber bullet. Adam's plan appears to be working. The gunman follows the spot where he thinks the trash barrel has been thrown from, narrowly avoiding the awkwardly unaerodynamic projectile, he runs down towards the alleyway, fanning around it so that it's difficult to flank him, his footsteps pushing through the wet snow. He's in very good shape for a human, his eyes bright and filled with absolute hatred. Anwar's now on top of the short, two storey brick building, he crouches, midway down the alleyway, waiting.

Adam notices that Anwar is safely on the roof, and begins to break into an all-out sprint to escape the gunman, trying to round the corner out of the ally as quickly as possible, hopefully before he fires off another round.

The lettering: 'Desert Eagle .50', stand out brightly on the barrel of the gun, as the gunman raises his arm. The alley is long, and it looks like he's going to get off a very good shot. Above, Anwar, with the gunman not quite in the position he was hoping for, as the latter had panned around the corner rather than dashing straight into it, looks down. And he's damned well not going to let someone get shot that was helping him out, even if he did dislike him. A small drift of snow is stirred from the rooftop above, falling down into the alleyway. Anwar follows after it, launching himself from the two storey rooftop. There's a sickening crack, and the gunman and Anwar collide into a heap of peacoat, Anwar, and gunman in the snow. The gun goes off again.

The smell of blood is sudden, and sharp, in the winter air.

Adam hears the gunshot, rushing back into the ally. He grabs the man, trying to pull him off of Anwar, hoping that the shot did not do too much damage. He seems to unknowlingly let out a deep, low growl as he does this, both out of anger, and as a threat to the man, should he try to fire off another shot.

The two are pulled apart. What's immediately apparent is that the gunman's legs are very broken, as well as at least a few ribs. The gun itself is dropped, the heavy metal ringing as it parts the snow to the pavement, but it doesn't discharge. Anwar has his teeth bared, likely from the adrenaline, having not even realised that he had been shot at all yet. He reaches down to pick up the desert eagle, and the scent of pain is suddenly added to the smell of blood. It's hard to tell where Anwar has been shot, because of his heavy woollen coat. In the distance, the sound of police sirens is audible. Of course, someone had called the police. Gunshots weren't that common of a thing to hear.

The two are pulled apart. What's immediately apparent is that the gunman's legs are very broken, as well as at least a few ribs. The gun itself is dropped, the heavy metal ringing as it parts the snow to the pavement, but it doesn't discharge. Anwar has his teeth bared, likely from the adrenaline, having not even realised that he had been shot at all yet. He reaches down to pick up the desert eagle, and the scent of pain is suddenly added to the smell of blood. It's hard to tell where Anwar has been shot, because of his heavy woollen coat. In the distance, the sound of police sirens is audible. Of course, someone had called the police. Gunshots weren't that common of a thing to hear.

Adam tries to grab the gun before Anwar. "It's over." he states with a growl, hoping to dispose of the gun. "Now we make up for what has happened." He says, silently hating himself for what he knows he has to do. "Get out of here." he orders, bending over to lift up the man, "I hope that this has finally shown you the problems your actions cause." He states, starting to run towards the sirens, hoping to get the man hospitalized as soon as possible, possibly even playing the "Good Samaritan" card to avoid suspicion.

Anwar is slowed by being shot with the massive bullet, and Adam gets the gun first. "Leave man, take gun." Anwar says to Adam, it sounds like an order. Anwar probably thought that if they left the gun behind, they might get shot in the back. "Police will be here soon." He cocks his head, listening. The gunman has passed out from the fractures, in a way that suggests without urgent care, he's going to go into some serious shock, but is still breathing. "Will probably live. Police have medical supplies." Anwar says, standing up. A spot of dark blood spreads along his side, but he starts to hobble, at a fairly brisk pace that suggests a decent amount of practise at that. His thick coat appears to absorb a lot of it. "No difference to him whether we stay. Difference to us."

Adam glares at Anwar. "And you wonder why they fear and hate us? Would you leave him in the alley if he was one of our own? No, I'm taking this man to get help. I suggest you get some help as well." he says, certain that the would will heal fine, but it /is/ his first duty to keep everyone in the pack safe.

Anwar actually turns around, even though the sound of the sirens, wailing through the bright afternoon is getting closer. He seems to genuinely believe that the police are not something to be dealt with. "What if they charge you for the injuries?" Anwar asks him. "There is no place in prison for us. Whatever the crime, we die." It looks like he's not going to leave unless Adam does as well. "Let's go," he says, putting a thick, scarred hand on Adam's shoulder. "And no. I would never leave any one of us to die," he says.

Adam jerks his shoulder away, still holding the man. "Then why should he be treated any different?" He starts to walk away. "I don't know how things were before you came to Boston… but we are NOT killers."

"What are you going to do that the police cannot?" Anwar says, and shakes his head, still standing there. "Hold his hand? They will ask you questions, and you will not be able to answer them. Here, word of the police is stronger than the word of a madman." The former gunman continues to breath, shallowly. "How will you explain your…prints on the gun? Your bootsteps in the snow? My feet also in the snow? It will not go well."

Adam shakes his head. "I will tell them that I heard the gunshots, I found the man in the alley like this, along with the gun. I will rush over to them, acting frantic, like the perfect little bystander." He explains. "What happened to the man who was willing to put himself out of the way to protect others just the other day?"

"He got shot by the one who did not," Anwar says. In the distance, the red and blue of police lights is visible - not on the same street, but reflected off the buildings about a mile away. "No, that is not the reason," Anwar says. "I do not want to see another wolf risk getting put down by some…miscarriage of justice." He stays, rather stubbornly put. "They will notice that your footsteps go forward, and then go back."

Adam sighs. "If you're so concerned, why don't you go mess up the prints then? It souldn't be too hard in the snow." he shakes his head. "Besides, like it or not, he is a human, and we are too, more-or-less. Either way, we both deserve the same respect, like it or not." He shakes his head, starting to run towards the lights. "You are safe, so my first duty is done, now I will act on what I know is right."

"No time to do it right," Anwar says about the prints. "And I will get blood everywhere." There is the sense that he would normally try to stop Adam, but that he wasn't in the physical condition to. "There is respect, and there is stupidity, and I think you are getting them confused," Anwar says, and then turns around to leave, just walking away. The police, in their emergency vehicles, almost whizz past Adam on their way to the location. However, some cops are smart, and one of the cars stops to talk to Adam, because the person he's carrying looks damned injured.

Adam rushes over, suddenly seeming very flustered. "Thank god you made it! I heard the gunshots, and by the time I made it to the ally, I just found this guy lying there next to this gun." he says, handing it over. "He's definitely hurt, I think he needs to get to the hospital or something!" Just as he had planned. He doubted the police would be too suspicious of him. After all, what kind of person attacks a man with a gun, but doesn't shoot him, and then takes him to the cops with the gun?

As Adam starts to hand over the gun, the policemen's hands immediately go to their own issued ones at the sight of the DE, at least until it's obvious that Adam's not going to shoot them. There are two cops in that patrol vehicle. They both get out, and one of them takes one look over the former gunman and starts to radio an ambulance. They appear to genuinely believe him, after all, what he said made sense. "Where did you find him?" they immediately ask. "And was there anyone else around?"

Adam tenses up as he sees the cops reach for their guns. At their questions, he shakes his head. "Just down that alley over there, there were some footprints everywhere, but he was the only one there once I got there." he says, relaxing slightly as it seems they believed him.

"Down that alley?" One of them repeats. The other one continues to talk to the ambulance, and then checks the other man's pulse, which Adam can tell is still going. An ambulance skids to a halt on the side of the road, and two EMTs rush out, extremely carefully lifting the former gunman off Adam. "Jesus. What the hell happened to this guy?" They strap him down onto a stretcher, careful to try and keep his limbs straight, his spine straight. They're excruciatingly delicate with him, even though there's a sense that time is of the essence. There are more police vehicle, passing by, their red and blue lights reflecting off the snow. The police officer continues with Adam. "Can I see a license, or piece of identification?" he asks, it sounds like a standard question. "I'm also going to need some contact details. A phone number. Something like that." It looks like the police officer approved of the effort Adam put in for his fellow man. The EMT, however, smells differently - the usual hospital smell of sanitizer is full of dislike.

Adam does his best to ignore the hospital scent, but can't help but wrinkle his nose a bit at the smell. "Sure." he says, taking out his wallet to hand over his Driver's lisence and telling the cop his cell number. There doesn't seem to be any real harm in it.

"I'm going to need to ask you a few more questions," the cop says, sounding very direct, but like he was just soliciting the help of a friendly bystander. He'll ask the standard questions - what time it was, what Adam was doing there when he found the man, where exactly the gun was. The EMTs, meanwhile move the man into the back of the ambulance. Their discussion, inside the vehicle, was supposed to be private to them. Of course, shifter senses make a lot a lot less private. "Jesus christ. His legs are all fucking mangled up. I don't know what the hell happened to him, but being moved did not help. That's assuming that he doesn't have some sort of spinal injury." The other one returns: "Stop complaining and do your work. At least he wasn't left in some alleyway. If it bother's you so much, just quit, I've told you that a hundred times…" The ambulance peels away.