To Whom It May Concern:
Thank you to everyone who helped for the continual inspiration. What we're dealing with here is a new era in the Silhouette series. I have to tell you where I decided to go with it was a bit of a whim, but I think this idea was for the best. I'm trying to prepare you without any spoiler warnings. Someone said Sin City though and they got me excited. Um, for those who care I wrote this section with no music, just me and the commotion of the city. Someone look into the validity of the geographical markers I'm using.
Now without any further ado I present Silhouette:
“It’s a slow night eh cowboy?” The driver turns his face to his partner.
"Yeah a real nerve jerker," they laugh. The cowboy's suit is crisp save the coffee stain on his shirt collar. He wears a navy blue jacket, with black holster that looks like old-fashioned suspenders. His coat is long and button. It is marred with dirt from sliding across dusty floors, and brushes with the concrete.
"Almost forgot to take this off." The driver rests his wrist on the wheel to stair. He blinks at the headlights, then twists the gold band around his ring finger. "The misses would never understand if I lost this thing."
"Oh she'd understand alright: Damnit George you were out at the bars again," they laugh again.
"Yeah, yeah, what about your old lady? You go out to the bar and she's calling my cell: Hello Detective Thomas, Detective Thomas, sorry to bother you but have you seen Na-" he's more interrupted by the sound of the cowboy's hand against the back of his head, than he was the slight sting.
"Eh, knock it out."
"What?"
"That's my wife."
"Whatdya mean? A second ago..."
"Hey," he says with finality as Detective Thomas trails off.
"What?"
"Knock it off."
"Alright, alright, alright already. I'll quit it."
The car smells of old coffee and cigarettes. The leather seating is ripped on the side of the both chairs and starting to fade. The driver looks ahead still filled with the annoying feeling in his chest building. The cars lights blur into a continual stream.
"You want to take a quick spin into the South Side?"
"No I'm not looking for trouble tonight, just wanna get it and get out."
"God bless Chicago."
"Amen."
"Pull over."
"Where?"
"There," he points out the window.
"Dunkin Donuts, really?"
"I need more coffee."
"Uh huh."
"What?"
The car bumps up into the drive through of Dunkin Donuts. The car bounces spilling old coffee out of the old McDonald's cup and onto the ground but neither men pay it any mind. They pull around into the line of the drive through. A group of young girls stands outside, they huddle together in the cold giggling.
"Look at that right there," the detective calls out with a whistle.
"Shut up," a blond one in a red sweater yells back.
"Hello, welcome to Dunkin Donuts can I take your order."
George turns to his partner: What do you want? he asks.
"Give me 3 jelly filled, one Boston creme, and a frosted, and get one for yourself."
"That it?"
"Yeah,"
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I thought you said you wanted coffee?"
"What differences does it make, get me a coffee."
"Hello sir can I take your order?"
"Hold on will ya? I want 3 jelly filled-" he's interrupted by the radio in the car:
All cars we have a 2267 may be in process, in the loop off of Roosevelt road.
" Does that complete your order?"
Detective Thomas looks to his partner. The age worn lines in his face wrinkle as he wraps his mind around what the radio is trying to say. He frowns. The sounds of the radio and the voice from the speaker box mangle into a ruckus.
"Did you ear that? We're right around there..." his voice falls into the damp spots of coffee on the car floor. He looks around.
"I don't see a fire?"
All cars emergency, emergency, 2267...
"This has had to have just started."
"Sir does that complete your order."
"Shut up!" they both yell at the Dunkin Donuts speaker box.
"What are we waiting for lets go?"
"I don't know George, I was looking forward to a quiet night, some Dunkin Donuts. We're not on a case, their are tons of units out, I mean its only an Arson."
"We're probably the closest in proximity we have to respond."
"Excuse me, sir, excuse me can you please complete your order or move your car."
With those words floating between them they speed out of the line and onto the street.
"Turn your sirens on!" The cowboy partner insists. They had not been driving for 45 seconds when they saw it. A dazzling blaze spitting out of the windows of a high raiser. They watch as the inferno licks at the side of the building reflecting off of the glass exterior. Things crackle and pop. They race toward the building commotion as everyone speeds away. People in the streets stare and point, while others start to scurry in panic.
"Why are we here we're not not firefighters." Detective Thomas leans forward over the wheel to look up at the flame as they drive closer. They pull up to the building as people come pouring out of the front. They hear fire truck sirens in the distance. They turn their sirens off and continue.
"I don't know pull around back."
They drive a couple one way streets passed the building and spin around.
"For what? What are we doing?" Detective Thomas asks exasperatingly.
"Just pull around, I have a hunch, so pull around."
"You have a hunch? It's a fire, you got a hunch," he mocks sarcastically.
The street they turn onto to head back toward the fire is dark accept from the light from the burning building. They drive slow. Empty cars line the street. The firelight blinds the moon and glares off of te buildings around.The road seems more like an alley than a street but is still two way.They eye a man and a woman walking fast and looking back frequently.
"Look at this," Detective Thomas motions to the jogging couple in the formal attire track suits.
"Haha hot date..."
The small burst of light in front of them draws their attention. Three shots rang out flying passed the car from the dark toward the couple. The two detectives jump ducking lower than the dashboard. George lets out a high pitched yelp.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Shots fire from all direction.
"What the Hell!"
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