He breathes through his nostril. He's never been a fan of 'nose breathing'. He thinks he would understand the appeal if he himself had a pair of working nostrils. He's doing it so as to not suspect weakness in front of the girl.

She looks at him without a care in the world. She's half his size but twice his weight. She could topple this stick if she needed to. "Turn around!" she shouts. This guy isn't getting away, she's finally caught him and despite her lack of back-up she not going to risk him getting away. Not again.

"Turn around! I won't ask you again." she reaches for her tazer and aims at his torso.

He thinks about taking those prongs out. He could sweep across at the right moment and let momentum swing his arms across the electrical wire.

With one hand on the pistol and the other on tazer, she stiffens her wrist and bringt the weapon to her sights. She know this guy is up to something.

He throws his hands up and turns around. She''s going to have to put her weapons away to arrest him. He can still take her...he hopes.

She tells him to interlock his fingers behinde his head and to slowly drop to his knees.

"I've got bad knees!" he yells out. Lying.

"I don't care. Drop!"

"This is bullshit!"

"On your knees, or on your face!"

"Fuck You!"

"Listen, my dude.." she says condescendingly.

"Your'e going to drop to your knees or you're going to stand there all day until my back-up arrives. But if you move from that spot right there-like, if you unlace your fingers or drop your hands I'm going to shock the fuck out of you!"

He stays quite. All that's going through his mind is that he's not going back to prison. Her back-up isn't coming. He can time his reaction just by the sound of the tazer shooting out.

"ok, this is just going to look worse on your arrest record"

He spits on the ground. Hoping that would cause her to react.

"Listen, my dude-"

"shut up! stop calling me that!"

"What's your name?"

"What?"

"What's your name?"

"My name?"

"Yeah, you're name"

"My name if Fuck-You-I-got-bad-knees!"

She notices that despite him being less than six feet away they are still yelling at each other.

"Ok, F.Y.I.G.B.K..." she says, sounding out each letter in quiter tone.

"If you want to stand here all day we can. I'm half your size- I mean personally I know I can take you- but I don't know if you have any other weapons. So we're going to stand here all day until my back-up shows up." she says, taking huge gulps of air.

"Ok, well I'm not dropping to my knees, I earn my money doing labor if I lose my knees I can't make a living." He tells her. He's biding for time. Despite what she says, his back-up will be back before her's.

"I understand that-"

"No, you don't! You get to go on medical leave and get paid time off if your thumb is sore from paperwork! Regular folks don't have that. I'm not dropping to my knees. Come and arrest me or we wait for back-up."

"Or I can fucking taze you if you move," she says. Losing her patience.

"Do it!"

A loud burst of gunfire erupts on all sides. She feels bullets wizzing by her and retreats to a secure position. She ducks behind a solid object and keeps her firearm at the ready.

The man takes a deep breath but feels an obstuction. It's as if he's breathing in water. He notices himself laying down. His breaths get shallower and more labored. His back up he thought, dying.