[Green eyes flick a look over to the old man then he just nods once, acknowledging maybe providing blood and urine samples is going above and beyond the call of duty. Larry would know better about this kind of thing, the last drug test Freddy took was mere protocol for being a cop. Especially an undercover kind.]
We'll talk about it.
[This Orange promises to Pink even though he already knows the guy means it, the next time they see each other he'll probably get bitchslapped.]
[Maybe? No maybe. It is. They're cops. Or there could be cops because they were out and about listening in on, wanting to check it out. They get addresses for contact. They'd want IDs. Dimick doesn't want it at all.] It was an accident. We want to get his room number ASAP. That's it. Just....look concerned.
You're gonna have to give'em something when you're there.
[Pink probably already knows that anyway. Orange goes in to lift that fake ID from his pocket, quick and sleight of hand. No one but White and Pink himself will know who Mr. Hickles really is.
Whenever the cavalry arrives Freddy here has all the right responses for them, the same ones he learned when he was a cop, communicating with people, perps, EMTs, you learn a lot on the job. His delivery is flawless, comparable to regular thieves and other shifty types because he's dealt with them countless times. It's second nature to Freddy Newendyke. Maybe it's no coincidence there are more cops undercover as criminals than their are criminals undercover as cops. Of course crooked cops are a completely different breed. Freddy Newendyke's not one of those guys...but he did just shoot a place up. Fuck.]
You're gonna be okay. [This he says to Pink. Picking things up from White are we? The question is can anyone roll the weasel onto a gurney without getting bit or scratched?]
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We'll talk about it.
[This Orange promises to Pink even though he already knows the guy means it, the next time they see each other he'll probably get bitchslapped.]
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[Is that a stretch?]
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[He takes a huffing breath]
Got a fake ID....in my wallet but don't give it unless they make you.
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[Pink probably already knows that anyway. Orange goes in to lift that fake ID from his pocket, quick and sleight of hand. No one but White and Pink himself will know who Mr. Hickles really is.
Whenever the cavalry arrives Freddy here has all the right responses for them, the same ones he learned when he was a cop, communicating with people, perps, EMTs, you learn a lot on the job. His delivery is flawless, comparable to regular thieves and other shifty types because he's dealt with them countless times. It's second nature to Freddy Newendyke. Maybe it's no coincidence there are more cops undercover as criminals than their are criminals undercover as cops. Of course crooked cops are a completely different breed. Freddy Newendyke's not one of those guys...but he did just shoot a place up. Fuck.]
You're gonna be okay. [This he says to Pink. Picking things up from White are we? The question is can anyone roll the weasel onto a gurney without getting bit or scratched?]