>>27628706I quickly act and manage to grab his fist and yank him to the ground. I keep him pinned as long as I can delivering a few blows to his face. Through cracked lenses I can see his angry glare. "Who do you work for?!" I scream as i throw another punch into his face. "Screw off!" He spits. He won't talk. Guess I'll just have to beat it out of him!
I continue to wail on him left and right, my vision starts to blur at the sight, in the distance I hear sirens. Someone must've heard the noise and called the cops. Damn, this isn't good.. I stand up off the now unconscious crook and stare at my paws. My anger got the best of me, and I still got no answers.
A small object gleams at my feat. I pick it up.
cont.
