[It was no wonder Bakura was worried about Ryou. Costigan missed most of Bakura's pretending days, only really getting to know the true criminal and perhaps good man hidden beneath strife and circumstance. What little he knew of the facade was almost embarrassing for the kid who turned out to fit that description exactly and the undercover is glad to be following the kid today as they venture through the Fire Sector. Costigan stays a street or two behind, always only keeping the kid in sight and never following him directly.
Except then the kid's running into one of the gangs Costigan knows and was even friendly with until his announcement as head of the foreigner's police division. It's amazing how many bridges that title burned.]
Leave the guy alone. [He calls idly as he walks forward, intervening the moment one of the kedan lays a hand on the other guy.] He's not worth anything.
[One of the kedan steps forward, between Costigan and Ryou. The undercover reaches his right hand around to the gun at the small of his back, drawing it easily and leveling it in one smooth motion.] Back off, or I'll forget that Jinzi was so nice to me.
[The kedan look at each other, to the kid, and then to Costigan. Finally, the one between them steps aside. The Bostonian keeps his gun trained on the apparent leader.] Come on, kid.
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Except then the kid's running into one of the gangs Costigan knows and was even friendly with until his announcement as head of the foreigner's police division. It's amazing how many bridges that title burned.]
Leave the guy alone. [He calls idly as he walks forward, intervening the moment one of the kedan lays a hand on the other guy.] He's not worth anything.
[One of the kedan steps forward, between Costigan and Ryou. The undercover reaches his right hand around to the gun at the small of his back, drawing it easily and leveling it in one smooth motion.] Back off, or I'll forget that Jinzi was so nice to me.
[The kedan look at each other, to the kid, and then to Costigan. Finally, the one between them steps aside. The Bostonian keeps his gun trained on the apparent leader.] Come on, kid.