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Hands on your head.

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[barclay]

Gut instinct's probably what kept Andy from trying to run just now, even as the rest of him urged him to take the opportunity, knowing he wouldn't be likely to get a better chance. He has a healthy respect for gut instinct - it's saved his life more than once over the years, and not just from Chucky. He's learned to trust that instinct, and right now it's telling him to sit tight and keep cooperating. The detective might not have much to say, but he is listening.

A fraction of a second passes in silence, just long enough for him to wonder if he didn't just make a terrible mistake, and then his instinct is vindicated as he feels that iron grip around his neck let go, freeing him to stand up straight again. His reaction is immediate; he lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck gingerly and pivots so he's facing the officer, peering up at that still-impassive face.

Was he hoping just now it had been another cop that had collared him? Boy, he couldn't have been more wrong about that.

"50 yards. Got it," Andy agrees, and quickly amends, "I mean, no problem. Understood. Sir."

Andy can't hide his relief and doesn't bother trying; he doesn't even care if the detective arrests him after this is all said and done just as long as he can stop Chucky first. For good this time.

He's about to ask if the detective knows where they should start when he sees the man's spaced out on him again, staring intently off at something only he can see, and this time Andy waits for him to finish whatever it is that he's doing. He counts the seconds off in his head and stands at attention to keep himself from shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Did you find him?" Andy asks anxiously once the detective's eyes are focused back down on him again.