[It's not something that's easy to explain to a kid, and Blake's not real good at sugarcoating or making things appropriate.]
[He picks a direction at random and heads down it. The light's dim, and there's not nearly enough of it to fill the space. Every few seconds it flickers, and up by the ceiling there's the shape of crucifixes.]
[Blake snorts.] Not thanks to him. It was luck.
[Lieutenant Blake will return to the realm of shadows... fuck you, Norman.]
The guy was bluffing. He didn't have a gun. He was crazy enough to reach into his jacket when he was cornered by the cops...somebody that nuts, you don't know what he'll do.
[If he'd had a gun, Blake would be dead. No doubt about that. At first he'd almost been impressed that Jayden kept his cool, then it'd sunk in how close he'd come. Your partner was supposed to have your back.]
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[He picks a direction at random and heads down it. The light's dim, and there's not nearly enough of it to fill the space. Every few seconds it flickers, and up by the ceiling there's the shape of crucifixes.]
[Blake snorts.] Not thanks to him. It was luck.
[Lieutenant Blake will return to the realm of shadows... fuck you, Norman.]
The guy was bluffing. He didn't have a gun. He was crazy enough to reach into his jacket when he was cornered by the cops...somebody that nuts, you don't know what he'll do.
[If he'd had a gun, Blake would be dead. No doubt about that. At first he'd almost been impressed that Jayden kept his cool, then it'd sunk in how close he'd come. Your partner was supposed to have your back.]