[Ray had trusted Fraser a lot in the times they'd been together, he'd had to considering the weird shit they were forced into on a daily basis, mostly thanks to the Mountie in question. So when Fraser had been so certain this figure they were following had been 'the guy', Ray had followed. Of course he had, because he's a moron.
He wasn't really sure what they were expecting by knocking on the door of a possible terrorist, but they'd done it anyway and it'd landed them in a huge pile of fuck. Seriously, one day he really needed to learn to call for back up.
Ray Vecchio, Fraser had said. Armando Langoustini, Muldoon had said. Ray didn't really give a shit who it was, he was more concerned with the guns trained at them and the mobsters making shop talk about cop killing. Fraser owed him big time for this, if they ever got out of it alive, and that was a big if considering Muldoon's track record for leaving a trail of dead bodies. Although he doesn't stick around long, and it's frustrating to witness the guy they've been chasing walk casually away while they're stuck in some hotel room with a group of Italian slime balls.
There's only the briefest roll of his eyes towards is partner before Stan slowly pushes himself to his feet, tempted to resist at first but realising his little dumb act can only get him so far.]
It's cute that you guys think you can get away with this, but we got cops posted outside waitin'.
[Mumbled, hands held neutral by his sides. It's a half hearted attempt at a threat that he already knows isn't going to cause any concern.]
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He wasn't really sure what they were expecting by knocking on the door of a possible terrorist, but they'd done it anyway and it'd landed them in a huge pile of fuck. Seriously, one day he really needed to learn to call for back up.
Ray Vecchio, Fraser had said. Armando Langoustini, Muldoon had said. Ray didn't really give a shit who it was, he was more concerned with the guns trained at them and the mobsters making shop talk about cop killing. Fraser owed him big time for this, if they ever got out of it alive, and that was a big if considering Muldoon's track record for leaving a trail of dead bodies. Although he doesn't stick around long, and it's frustrating to witness the guy they've been chasing walk casually away while they're stuck in some hotel room with a group of Italian slime balls.
There's only the briefest roll of his eyes towards is partner before Stan slowly pushes himself to his feet, tempted to resist at first but realising his little dumb act can only get him so far.]
It's cute that you guys think you can get away with this, but we got cops posted outside waitin'.
[Mumbled, hands held neutral by his sides. It's a half hearted attempt at a threat that he already knows isn't going to cause any concern.]