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“Where’s the package Sanchez?” the man on the left said in a heavy Detroit accent. The driver, Sanchez, reached into the engine and pulled out a small brown paper package, about two inches square. Sanchez made to hand it to Detroit who had threatened him but dropped it at the last second. In the moment of confusion Sanchez was able to sweep the legs out from under Detroit and grab the trigger of the other mans gun to his right, who now clicked away aimlessly with his gun. Seeing the obvious ineptitude of Clicky, Sanchez merely broke his nose with the butt of the gun before knocking him unconscious. It was obvious he could have easily killed him. The now standing Detriot wasn’t so lucky taking a double tap to the face from Sanchez as he brought his automatic to level at the driver. Sanchez picked up the small brown paper package and put it into his pocket before quickly getting back into the sweeper cab and starting it up in preparation to leave.
Harrison pulled his lighter out of his pocket. He twisted the top of the lighter anti-clockwise and stuck a cigarette in the top of it pulling the darker half of the cigarette upward to expose a small aerial in-between the cigarette halves. The sweeper was now moving off at low speed.
“Bye Sanchez” He made to use the lighter. Pressing down on the gas and moving the metal wheel for the spark. There was no spark from the lighter. But Harrison knew there was now one in the brown paper package. The Cab of the sweeper burst into flames before slowly veering into a lamppost. Harrison twisted his lighter back, scanned the rooftops again before lighting another cigarette. When he had finished he stubbed it out on the windowsill then made his way down to the street where he got into the passenger side of a silver Mercedes, with dented windows, which then sped away.
“Where’s the package Sanchez?” the man on the left said in a heavy Detroit accent. The driver, Sanchez, reached into the engine and pulled out a small brown paper package, about two inches square. Sanchez made to hand it to Detroit who had threatened him but dropped it at the last second. In the moment of confusion Sanchez was able to sweep the legs out from under Detroit and grab the trigger of the other mans gun to his right, who now clicked away aimlessly with his gun. Seeing the obvious ineptitude of Clicky, Sanchez merely broke his nose with the butt of the gun before knocking him unconscious. It was obvious he could have easily killed him. The now standing Detriot wasn’t so lucky taking a double tap to the face from Sanchez as he brought his automatic to level at the driver. Sanchez picked up the small brown paper package and put it into his pocket before quickly getting back into the sweeper cab and starting it up in preparation to leave.
Harrison pulled his lighter out of his pocket. He twisted the top of the lighter anti-clockwise and stuck a cigarette in the top of it pulling the darker half of the cigarette upward to expose a small aerial in-between the cigarette halves. The sweeper was now moving off at low speed.
“Bye Sanchez” He made to use the lighter. Pressing down on the gas and moving the metal wheel for the spark. There was no spark from the lighter. But Harrison knew there was now one in the brown paper package. The Cab of the sweeper burst into flames before slowly veering into a lamppost. Harrison twisted his lighter back, scanned the rooftops again before lighting another cigarette. When he had finished he stubbed it out on the windowsill then made his way down to the street where he got into the passenger side of a silver Mercedes, with dented windows, which then sped away.
Good idea, though. Nice ending indeed.
But not your best.
Better stuff will follow. :)
Kinda stating the obvious. If you want to indicate that Harrison smokes a lot, give us a figure when he lights his next cigarette. "He began to light his thirteenth cigarette of the evening..."
The conversation between the road sweeper and the Merc driver could probably be done better with dialogue, as I assume that HArrison is listening in to them. Otherwise you're just telling us what happens, rather than showing us...
You write the action rather well though, not going into too much detail on every twist, turn and crack of bone.
Otherwise you're just telling us what happens,
> rather than showing us...
Are you an English teacher?
My A-level Language teacher always went on about showing, rather than telling. It's a good phrase nonetheless.
You're name's not Terry is it?
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*Eyebrow*