Post by Romeo on Apr 19, 2007 18:49:23 GMT
Romeo hadn't thought about it before now. He'd been walking for miles and miles, through the rough streets, gotten into plenty of brawls on his way (Mostly loosing), gotten mugged, and once got his food stolen by a hobo.
Now enough was enough - in a small town like this they didn't need many firearms, if any. They wouldn't mind if he borrowed one. Well, took one.
Not that Romeo even knew how to use a gun, but he figured it was just point and pull the trigger.
At this point, the teenager was crouched under an open window, with his hood up, and a metal pipe in his hand. He hoped he wouldn't have to strike anyone, especially a cop; but he had in the past to slip across the border...
Romeo waited until he heard the old cop walk past inside again. He was a heavy bastard, each step resonated on the wooden floors, his slow pace seemed to be to a beat...
There - an opening in the patrol. Romeo hopped up and pulled himself in, and into the shadow on the otherside of the counter.
The heavy old cop lumbered by again and a door closed somewhere up the hall.
Romeo came from his hiding place and into one of the side offices.
Jackpot.
A glass cabinet containing all manner of confiscated weaponry clung to the wall.
It wasn't even locked.
The teenager opened up one side of the cabinet and his eyes washed over the contents;
A few handguns, a few shotguns, an AK47, a hand grenade (?), and plenty of ammo. Why did these cops need so much equiptment? He asked himself, but didn't ponder long, grabbing a silver hand gun and the appropriate bullets (The ammo resided next to each weapon).
He bolted from the room, a little louder than usual but it didn't matter - the fat cop was still in his room.
Romeo made it outside and hastily pushed his newly aquired gun into his pants.
Now enough was enough - in a small town like this they didn't need many firearms, if any. They wouldn't mind if he borrowed one. Well, took one.
Not that Romeo even knew how to use a gun, but he figured it was just point and pull the trigger.
At this point, the teenager was crouched under an open window, with his hood up, and a metal pipe in his hand. He hoped he wouldn't have to strike anyone, especially a cop; but he had in the past to slip across the border...
Romeo waited until he heard the old cop walk past inside again. He was a heavy bastard, each step resonated on the wooden floors, his slow pace seemed to be to a beat...
There - an opening in the patrol. Romeo hopped up and pulled himself in, and into the shadow on the otherside of the counter.
The heavy old cop lumbered by again and a door closed somewhere up the hall.
Romeo came from his hiding place and into one of the side offices.
Jackpot.
A glass cabinet containing all manner of confiscated weaponry clung to the wall.
It wasn't even locked.
The teenager opened up one side of the cabinet and his eyes washed over the contents;
A few handguns, a few shotguns, an AK47, a hand grenade (?), and plenty of ammo. Why did these cops need so much equiptment? He asked himself, but didn't ponder long, grabbing a silver hand gun and the appropriate bullets (The ammo resided next to each weapon).
He bolted from the room, a little louder than usual but it didn't matter - the fat cop was still in his room.
Romeo made it outside and hastily pushed his newly aquired gun into his pants.
