Thread: Empire -- City of vice. (BlackOut & Claire)

Shades mocking call from high above the alleyway caught the attentions of the pair of crooked cops, stopping them dead in their tracks as they looked upward between the narrow empty space between the two buildings. When the pipe cracked the office window on the upper floors of the bank the duo flinched and their lips curled in dismay as the glass showered down along with the pipe that clanged and clattered loudly against the surface of the street. Brubaker looked near ready to panic as his feet pivoted and he looked about with wild uncertainty as curses spilled out of his mouth. Hall seemed briefly lost in thought as he just gazed skyward towards the area where the female voice had tauntingly pierced the quiet. He was the first to move with any purpose. His hand reached out and grabbed hold of Brubaker by his bicep. The veteran cop tugged the rookie close to him and whispered directly in his ear. Immediately Brubaker nodded and darted to the back of the van, collecting the last few duffel bags that were stuffed full of drugs. He scampered across the alley, tossed the bags at the back of their cop car and opened the trunk. Duffel bags were soon tossed inside the trunk of the cruiser while Hall brought over the closed brief case from the sedan and added it to the contents. Another brief word was shared between Hall and his understudy who nodded once then quickly moved back into action. He rushed over to Finnegan, grabbing the badly beaten criminal up beneath his arms and dragged him across the alleyway before tossing him without much care into the back of the cargo van. As the rear doors were slammed shut by Brubaker, Hall was dragging a red gasoline container out of the back of their cruiser. He stomped over to the sleek dark sedan and began to douse it with the flammable fluid. Pouring it over the hood, splashing it inside the open doors, and then tossing the container in the backseat of the car. The drivers side door of the brown dingy van slammed shut, tires squealed as the engine revved as Brubaker drove the van down the narrow alleyway towards the parallel running street that bled out of the alleyway on the other side of the block. As the van peeled out, Hall was leaning down by one of the barely conscious henchmen. His gloved hand flicked a lighter and the resulting spark of flame lit a cigarette that dangled from his worn lips. As he took a deep drag he leaned over and swept up a discarded pistol while smoke rolled out of his mouth. Without any hint of hesitation or remorse he put a bullet through his head. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, five shots in all were fired in quick succession as Hall stepped to each wounded thug and made sure there were no loose ends to speak of left behind. He moved quickly, flicking the barely smoked cigarette into the gasoline soaked interior of the car as he passed by it. The flames erupted, quickly coating the rich sedan in their vibrant orange and yellow glow as the vehicle began to burn. Hall hurried, ran to the drivers side door of the cruiser, hoped inside and slammed the door shut. The tires spun and then the dark blue and black cruiser sped off down the roadway, turning down a side street and firing off into the night. He had to meet Brubaker, and soon, but just in case that heroine, Shade was thinking of following him he made sure to zig and zag his way across the roads of Empire City, hoping to loose her if she did try to trail him.