Crowley would like to think of himself as someone who's relatively quick on the uptake. Someone who can roll with the metaphorical punches and adapt to whatever the world throws at him. He's even had less-than-pleasant interactions with cops before, though it's not quite the same now, when he has to worry about firearms.
Still, he manages to keep his wits about him for the first few seconds, ready to shove this piece of shit cop right back, before everything gets truly wild.
Following the movement is difficult when it happens so fast, he hears a taser go off, sees one of the cops fall, but the gunshot is what snaps him out of it and by the time the fourth officer is reaching for his weapon, Crowley has the sense to grab at his wrist, hoping to delay him for at least a few seconds. Only for the man to go stiff then limp as the baton strikes him.
It leaves Crowley standing in the mess of a grocery store aisle with four unconscious cops and the teenager who just took them all out in less than a minute. When Cato addresses him, all he can do for a second is make unintelligible noises, but he manages to kick his brain back into gear eventually.
"What— shit, nope, no time. Let's go." He's going to usher Cato out, as if he has any semblance of control over this situation, casting occasional glances back at the officers in case one of them recovers quickly.
None of them do, thank fuck, and Crowley's hands are only shaking a little as he unlocks his car so he and Cato can climb in. If he had a nickle for every time he'd had to make a quick exit with Cato in his car, he'd have two nickles.
He's not hanging around here, though, so even if he has no idea where to go next, he's pulling out of the parking lot as soon as Cato's in the car. "Can you take the clip out of that thing?" What a wild fucking thing to say.
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Still, he manages to keep his wits about him for the first few seconds, ready to shove this piece of shit cop right back, before everything gets truly wild.
Following the movement is difficult when it happens so fast, he hears a taser go off, sees one of the cops fall, but the gunshot is what snaps him out of it and by the time the fourth officer is reaching for his weapon, Crowley has the sense to grab at his wrist, hoping to delay him for at least a few seconds. Only for the man to go stiff then limp as the baton strikes him.
It leaves Crowley standing in the mess of a grocery store aisle with four unconscious cops and the teenager who just took them all out in less than a minute. When Cato addresses him, all he can do for a second is make unintelligible noises, but he manages to kick his brain back into gear eventually.
"What— shit, nope, no time. Let's go." He's going to usher Cato out, as if he has any semblance of control over this situation, casting occasional glances back at the officers in case one of them recovers quickly.
None of them do, thank fuck, and Crowley's hands are only shaking a little as he unlocks his car so he and Cato can climb in. If he had a nickle for every time he'd had to make a quick exit with Cato in his car, he'd have two nickles.
He's not hanging around here, though, so even if he has no idea where to go next, he's pulling out of the parking lot as soon as Cato's in the car. "Can you take the clip out of that thing?" What a wild fucking thing to say.