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Started April 04, 2019 by Deleted user

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Christine shook her head. "You do know that that's an offence, Milo, right?" But she was smiling.
"Okay, we either do this the easy way, or the hard way. Chose quickly, before I grow impatient." Christine addressed the giant.

The giant wa too busy rolling around, holding his arm close to his body and crying.
"Moto, this seems like you're straining for comedy."
Shut up, dude.

Christine stifled her snickers, clearing her throat.
"So are you going to claim that he did nothing and you went with him willingly? Or am I allowed to call this in?"

"I bit an artery," he said, wiping his lips free of blood. "He'll be dead in 10 minutes."

Christine glared at him. "Your title of 'murderer' fits you well. You do know that I am against your actions. Is your dog worth the deaths of others? There's a total of two, about to be three, people dead because of your missing mutt."

"However many it takes," he said calmly, standing up and brushing himself off. "Besides, are they really making much with their lives?"

"If they get arrested and receive help, then yes. Hell, you wouldn't know what I've seen or been through. All you care about me is the fact that I'm a cop fully capable of turning on you, and I don't know why I'm not. Dammit!" Christine was frustrated with herself. Frustrated why she couldn't just arrest Milo. And most of all, frustrated why she seemed to care about what happens to Milo over the people they were killing.

"I don't care what you've been through. All I know is that some fuckers stole my dog, and I'm getting him back," he grumbled. "No one cared when John Wick killed all those fuckers for his dog, what's wrong with me doing it?"

"Because killing is a god-damned crime, and you'd better expect the consequences of it when this is all said and done. I have no say what John Wick did or didn't deserve; I wasn't there. But I'm here now and I would feel like shit if one of those dead guy's family came up to me and asked what happened." Christine sighs, walking briskly out of the building. "Killing gets you nowhere." She uttered under her breath.

He shrugged, then began sorting through the dead giant's pockets. "Ahah!"
Milo pulled out a wallet that held only a card with an address on it. He was hired. This is where he was supposed to go.

"Jesus Christ, could you be any louder?" Christine had turned around frantically, only to find Milo doing his own thing.

He spared a single glance over at Christine, then pocketed the card and slipped out of the back door without another word. I'm tired of her complaining.