I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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After hearing the gunshots go off, a couple cops got back in their cars and headed toward the gunfight. John had been hidden alongside a building, just reloading his gun as Paul came up from beside him.
"You alright?"
"Yeh. Fine. Took ye long enough."
"We didn't know yer second Location. What happened?"
John took the radio out of his pocket. "Does this answer yer question?"
There was a bullet hole in the middle of the radio.
"It was shot out of me hand."
"Yer bleeding."
"I'm fine. It was just a graze." John moved his head to peek when a bullet flew past his face and he moved quickly.
"Where's her partner?"
"How do I know? He took off after one of them about 20 minutes ago. Haven't seen him since. I've been preoccupied with this one."
"What about the third guy?"
"Dead. His buddy over there did a friendly fire and accidentally killed him."
Then, the two heard footsteps running away.
"Hes moving. Come 'ead." Then, John took off.
"John! Ye'll get yerself killed!"
"Not if I'm careful!"
John stopped suddenly, aimed his gun, and fired once, shooting the suspect in the foot, making him cry out and fall.
John sighed. "Finally." He muttered. After putting his gun away, he approached cautiously while Paul kept his gun drawn. John knelt beside him. "Ye know, ye never should've run. You would still be able to walk."
John saw him reaching for his gun and John stepped on his hand and moved the gun away. "I don't think so."
Paul went up to the opposite side of John and they both hauled him up. Paul shook his head and put cuffs on him. "This is ridiculous. John, go find yer partner."
He nodded and took off. Paul approached Ringo, sho had just gotten there in a car. "Here. Do what ye wanna do with him."
"Where's Lennon going?"
"To find his partner. As soon as I pass this guy off to you, I'm going to help."
"Be careful Paul. There's still one missing and we don't know what happened to him."
"Take it easy Ritch. I'll be fine."
"You better."
There was some more shots in the distance.
"Take him!" Paul shouted as he took off in the direction of the shots.
After a few minutes, he arrived being greeted by a bullet flying 2 centimeters away from his own head.
He saw John once again, reloading his gun. Then, with just one shot to the head, the last guy fell over.
