Andy's head bobs once, and he looks relieved. "Yessir. Sorry. Murphy."
And then they're off, and it's a good thing Mr. Murphy's armor is so tough, because he's sure he'd be choking the air out of the man's lugs if he were just in street clothes. Andy's never ridden a motorcycle at all before, let alone one as fast as this, and it's terrifying and exhilirating all at once. The wind whips through his close-cropped hair and vehicles streak by on either side, little more than flashes of shape and color at the speed they're going. For a kid who's never ridden anything faster than a bicycle and never been on any thrill rides in his life (barring the one he climbed a few weeks ago), it's nothing short of insane. He yells and braces himself against the detective's stiff frame when they veer between a bus and an angry-looking Volkswagen, and for a second there Andy's sure they're going to be crushed. But Murphy speeds them both out of harm's way as nonchalantly as you please.
Needless to say, Andy's just a tad bit ruffled by the time they reach their destination. Murphy has to pry his hands loose and he doesn't so much climb down from the C1 as he stumbles down, bracing himself against the bike with one hand while he gets his bearings.
Naturally, the detective doesn't even give him a chance to catch his breath, instead heading for the front doors without missing a beat. Andy scrambles to catch up to him. "Hey, wait up!"
Once he's caught up he starts glancing around, familiarizing himself with his surroundings. If Murphy is still monitoring his movements, he'll notice Andy's gaze shifting to the doors, then the windows -- he looks like he's casing the building. In a way, he is. Old habits die hard; he learned at a young age the importance of knowing how to get in and out of places in a hurry. The building's old and seen better days, and Andy can't help but feel uneasy staring up at it. Chucky's first murder (that he knows about) was his aunt, and he pushed her out the window of a building not too different from this one.
He shakes it off and glances back over to Murphy. silently wondering how the hotel's staff are going to react to the armor-clad officer about to enter their midst. "Did you see where they're keeping him, when you did that... that thing you did?"
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And then they're off, and it's a good thing Mr. Murphy's armor is so tough, because he's sure he'd be choking the air out of the man's lugs if he were just in street clothes. Andy's never ridden a motorcycle at all before, let alone one as fast as this, and it's terrifying and exhilirating all at once. The wind whips through his close-cropped hair and vehicles streak by on either side, little more than flashes of shape and color at the speed they're going. For a kid who's never ridden anything faster than a bicycle and never been on any thrill rides in his life (barring the one he climbed a few weeks ago), it's nothing short of insane. He yells and braces himself against the detective's stiff frame when they veer between a bus and an angry-looking Volkswagen, and for a second there Andy's sure they're going to be crushed. But Murphy speeds them both out of harm's way as nonchalantly as you please.
Needless to say, Andy's just a tad bit ruffled by the time they reach their destination. Murphy has to pry his hands loose and he doesn't so much climb down from the C1 as he stumbles down, bracing himself against the bike with one hand while he gets his bearings.
Naturally, the detective doesn't even give him a chance to catch his breath, instead heading for the front doors without missing a beat. Andy scrambles to catch up to him. "Hey, wait up!"
Once he's caught up he starts glancing around, familiarizing himself with his surroundings. If Murphy is still monitoring his movements, he'll notice Andy's gaze shifting to the doors, then the windows -- he looks like he's casing the building. In a way, he is. Old habits die hard; he learned at a young age the importance of knowing how to get in and out of places in a hurry. The building's old and seen better days, and Andy can't help but feel uneasy staring up at it. Chucky's first murder (that he knows about) was his aunt, and he pushed her out the window of a building not too different from this one.
He shakes it off and glances back over to Murphy. silently wondering how the hotel's staff are going to react to the armor-clad officer about to enter their midst. "Did you see where they're keeping him, when you did that... that thing you did?"