go to jail for shooting two shots!
was the last straw.
If that idiot had not found there, if that mockingbird's security guard had not tried to remove the gun, this time Thomas had already been at home, a nice shower and a cold beer.
But that corpulent, stupid, fart, probably in life His will is done and not the sewing club and the chess as a sport, he wanted to try to play the hero.
Completely useless.
Thomas shook his head.
It took less than two seconds to challenge his gun, well hidden behind his back and snapped it twice towards the security guard, the first time in the chest and the second to the head. That fool had not even taken the strap to the custody of the gun, was still losing time when he collapsed disk, like a rag doll on the floor. Some
the red bubble emerging from a large hole between the mouth and forehead, and chin, his shirt and the floor flooded faster than a red blood.
Thomas got into the toilet bowl, and tried to reach with your hands to the window and its bars.
But they were too high, could only touch them with your hands.
gave up after it had begun to hurt her arms.
He looked around in the cell where he had been made, but there was not much to look at, the toilet bowl, a basin, the cot, a stool where you can put anything from the ceiling and the lamp, which lit up lopsided a thin yellow light of the whole cell.
decided to sit on the cot.
retrospect, it was was all pretty fast.
After shooting the security guard, had told Evans to hurry, that there was no time and had to escape. But he would not leave without first taking at least a bit 'of stolen goods from the store safe: and so had gone by 3:00 to 4:00 minutes, that too after he shot himself in a shopping center at night.
Two policemen had entered the meantime and had crouched on the ground floor, they wanted to reach out to them a trap. But they had forgotten that the walkways on the upper floors of the mall were formed by huge panes of glass: Thomas could see perfectly well where they were hidden.
While Evans had finally opened the box, Thomas fell from a balustrade and not far behind from where the police were hiding. The two agents looked at the scale of the floor impatiently, guns in hand.
Thomas walked slowly back to what was more, the closer the barrel of the gun to his head, took a deep breath and fired.
While the former policeman was still standing, his head pierced, Thomas quickly swung his arm in the direction of the second policeman, aiming slightly down toward the chest and fired two shots in quick succession.
The second police officer fell to his knees and collapsed forward. Thomas looked back at the first, lying on the ground as a huge slick was spreading beneath him. She took his revolver and put it behind his back in his pants. He went to the second police officer and took the gun to him.
now had no time to joke, really had to go away. Evans flung himself down the stairs and reached Thomas, had a gym bag over the shoulder very heavy. They walked
emergency exit on the back of the mall and from there came to the center of the garage. He looked out the door carefully to see if there were any other police hidden in the machines, but the situation was calm.
arrived, the car, Evans went in and sat at the wheel. Thomas left the bag and turned on the machine.
The driver's window had a small flop! and was filled with small cracks, while the head of Evans, a single crucible red blood spurted everywhere he went to slam on the horn.
Thomas took him two seconds to understand what had happened and avoided the second shot intended for him by a miracle, immediately jumping to the ground and opening the door, fell on the floor.
From beneath the car was able to understand where the shots came, he saw two police officers holding assault hidden behind the hood of a car several feet away, in the bottom of the garage.
One of them had an automatic rifle with silencer and telescopic sight and was leaning on the bonnet for a more stable aim.
Thomas understood to be lost. If there were already two cops in tight assault so well placed in the garage only mean that the entire mall was already surrounded. He had to play speed.
He lay on his stomach on the ground and one of his pockets and pulled out a joint attack in two pieces of metal quite long. Quickly, the two pieces screwed to the barrel of his gun and engage the viewfinder above, after which he lay, stretched arms and took aim through the viewfinder.
From his position he could see perfectly the legs of two members of the police: he aimed at the ankle than with a gun and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang and saw through the viewfinder the officer fall to the ground, having lost his left foot to the shoe buff right through. While the other policeman had been lying because of the shot, without understanding what had happened, Thomas gazed at her right knee and opened fire.
The second police officer collapsed and fell to the ground after a few seconds even with the leg, divided by the explosion at the knee caused by the bullet.
neutralized the two police officers, Thomas retrieved the bag from inside the car. He gave a quick look at Evans, still leaning on the horn of the car and lunged towards the opposite side of the garage, away from the cops.
had discovered days before the presence of a small grid, large enough to pass a grown man, that one could carry out the maintenance room near some bushes on the outer wall of the mall.
quickly opened the door of the room, turned on the light and saw the machines next to the heating on, the small grating.
From his pocket he took out two hooks made from 3:00 to 4:00 hangers wire and attacked them in the grate, pulling strong. Quickly broke away and fell to the ground with a sharp ping. Thomas put his gun behind his back, he pushed the bag pipe and began to crawl, belly to the ground for the pipe. Outside
had already sawn off before the screws that held the grille. With a little push Thomas dropped the grate with the bag and crawled out of the darkness.
suddenly felt the heat in his face, a liquid of some sort stood dripping on it from above. As soon as he opened his eyes he saw with astonishment that a fat policeman was emptying the bladder in the bushes, because of the tension, and watching him with his penis in my hand, puzzled.
Thomas tried to grab the gun from behind his back but was still stuck in the duct.
The policeman stood and reached out with the penis of a pistol on his waist, took her hand and held it against pointed, ordered him to surrender.
The other officers quickly arrived near the bushes, attracted by the cries of their colleague: Thomas was then pulled out of the pipe, dirt, urine, and handcuffed.
Sitting on the cot, Thomas leaned against the wall with the back.
He looked at his nails were still dirty in the ground where the bushes were planted. And, although it was washed, it still had the stench of urine on the hair of the cop.
He scratched his head and lay on the bed by the window while you could hear the traffic noise of the city awoke.
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