He turns to look and sees him on the ground close by. He's alive, though holding his leg, and Ramon might go see if he's alright but then his eyes fall on Hector and his face darkens.
'Get up off the ground. What the fuck's the matter with you?'
'Ramon...'
'Shut up!' He stalks over, grabs the kid and drags him to his feet, pushing him against the car. 'Where's your gun?'
'...in my pocket.'
'What the fuck use is it in there? You sit on the ground and let a woman do all the work for you? What the hell is the matter with you?'
There's no reply and Ramon sneers in disgust, high on adrenaline and anger, and shoves him into the back seat - only it's not like in the movies, where someone dives in headfirst without effort, Hector bounces off the side of the car first because he didn't duck in time and Ramon has to kick the back of his knees to get him to fold down low enough to be pushed inside.
That done, he turns to Fi and eyes the gun in her hand.
'You're pretty good with that,' is what he says, casual, as though she didn't just take out three or four guys on her own. 'Did you kill that last one?'
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Date: 2010-03-04 11:46 pm (UTC)'Get up off the ground. What the fuck's the matter with you?'
'Ramon...'
'Shut up!' He stalks over, grabs the kid and drags him to his feet, pushing him against the car. 'Where's your gun?'
'...in my pocket.'
'What the fuck use is it in there? You sit on the ground and let a woman do all the work for you? What the hell is the matter with you?'
There's no reply and Ramon sneers in disgust, high on adrenaline and anger, and shoves him into the back seat - only it's not like in the movies, where someone dives in headfirst without effort, Hector bounces off the side of the car first because he didn't duck in time and Ramon has to kick the back of his knees to get him to fold down low enough to be pushed inside.
That done, he turns to Fi and eyes the gun in her hand.
'You're pretty good with that,' is what he says, casual, as though she didn't just take out three or four guys on her own. 'Did you kill that last one?'
He didn't think he heard a shot.