The sounds of gunshots filled the air, and yet no one was alarmed. It was normal in this neighborhood anyway. The police must be chasing down some thug, maybe a drug dealer or gangster.
It was probably some morsel anyway, a petty thief that was unlucky enough to be reached by the police lights.
"Use your flashlight! Don't let it escape!"
An old man's voice yelled, and almost everyone in the neighborhood recognized it as the police chief of the New York Police Department.
"I'm doing my best, old man! Here, you even forgot the batteries, you fucker!"
They did not recognize the second one. It must be some new cop, a piglet that was having his first stakeout. The piglet had a strange voice, since it was softer than one would expect from a cop but he was also bold enough to cuss the chief himself.
They were pretty loud for a stakeout, but that was what the people assumed the flashlight was for anyway.
