New York 8:49 AM The Following Day

After having sent Tara to Gavin's room to check on him, Billy made his way out to the front porch to meet with Adolph_Thornton.

"Mister Thornton, glad you could come see me this morning." Billy said the words, but there was nothing jovial in his tone. Everything about this day, this week, was getting more and more grave by the minute. "As you have probably heard my son has been shot. Here's the thing, I know who did it. I know where they were last seen, and yet, I've got to keep my house and home locked down and safe. That means I have to stay here."

He pulled out a pair of cigars and offered one to Adolph.

"That means I get to send someone else I trust to go take care of this little problem for me." He looked up to the man as he clipped the end of the cigars. "No, I'm not sending you on a suicide mission, and I'm not sending other men with you. You're going after one guy, a drug dealer in fact. Might run in your circles. His name is Gerry Gentry, he is the twin brother of a man who tried to kill my cousin once, and now he tried to kill my son. Seems like I've got a bit of a family feud going on with the Gentry family. You're the man to take care of such a thing for me. Think you can handle that?"

Just then the sound of the door handle turning caused Billy to turn back toward the house only to see Tara exiting toward him. He nodded.

"Adolph, my daughter Tara. Tara this is one of our associates Adolph, he deals in product, but today he deals with the man responsible for Charlie."

Tara looked Adolph in the eye. "Adolph, that is my uncle Charlie, and the dearest man in my life that is not a blood relation. You find the man responsible, you understand me?" She looked to her father then. "Gavin is asking for you." And with that she stepped back inside.

"Well mister Thornton, think you can fulfill my little girls wishes? Last place the guy was seen was at the docks, but he frequents a few bars around the area and lives just a short walk from there." He slipped a piece of paper to Adolph "All the information about those locations is on there. Come back with proof Adolph."

And with that Billy made his way to see his son.

When Adolph got the call from his boss about an hour earlier on the phone, he knew it was urgent by the tone in his voice, it was the first time he had heard him sound so upset so Dolph knew something big was up. He headed over to the Mastrosimone residence where he found his boss on the front porch surrounded by his bodyguards and well untouchable..

He beckoned for Dolph to come over, to which he explained the current situation and what needed to be done. Dolph just nodded, listening attentively to the details. Dolph had only worked for this man for a short time now, but the feeling of losing a relative was one tha Dolph knew too well, so it struck home quite a bit..

"I will take care of this for you, Don Mastrosimone. I have heard of this Gentry fellow, should be an easy task to track him down.."

Billy nodded back at Adolph before he turned and went inside the Mastrosimone residence to be with his family, Dolph turned to his bodyguard Rodney and smiled as he stuck the cigar @Billy_Mastrosimone gave to him in his front suit pocket..

"That's for when we kill this son of a bitch. Lets go find this mark cuz."

Dolph said as he returned back to his street lingo once no longer in the presence of The Don, the two hopped into Dolph's BMW 303 and headed off for the dockyards..

Gerry had been laying low for the better part of a day. He knew there were going to be people after him. After what he did? He needed to leave New York. Problem was, his brother had worked for Jim and he was on the boat that bitch was on. No way he could go to him and Gerry didn't have many other contacts. No car of his own either. He spent the better part of the day trying to figure out a way out and then it hit him. he could sneak onto a boat. That was it. Jim was working for some guy in Spain, or Italy or France or something. Wherever Venice was. All he needed to do now was find a boat to Venice.

He made his way to the docks then, careful to keep his face covered behind his hat and his collar up. He made his way into the office and looked over the departing ships and their locations. Not just the passenger ships. He worked at the docks long enough to know how to find out which ships were going where, so he was going to look for one going to Venice and leaving today.

It was reaching well into the afternoon on what turned out to be a scorching hot day in New York, the record breaking highs had send the kids into the streets to play in the water flooding the street corners from busted open fire hydrants. Adolph and Rodney were rolling through the southern part of Brooklyn where the dockyards were located, as well as Gerry Gentry's safehouse..

Mr. Gentry was a local pimp and narcotics dealer who operated under the supposed protection of a "Venetian" mob. He was untouchable by Adolph who was not a made man yet, and had to put up with Gentry's constant encroachment on his territory in Bedford. Only one street kingpin was able to thrive in New York, and Gentry held that title for a long time now..

"Aye boss, I think that's one of Gentry's dealers.." Rodney said as he pointed at a man leaned up against a wall at the end of the block

"Awe yea, that be one of his pusher's fasho, I think his name is Mike Jones.." Dolph said as he pulled the car against the curb

"Let's go pay Mr. Jones a visit.." Dolph said with a nasty grin

The two men emerged from the car slowly as not to draw too much attention before approaching the trunk and popping it open..

"I call dibs on the tire iron.." Rodney said with a nasty grin of his own

"You can have tha mothafucking tire changer, I'll go with old trusty.." Dolph said pulling a metal bat as he slammed the trunk close..

The two men hid their weapons under their clothing as they approached the street dealer, to their expectation, he had no muscle out protecting him, as Gentry and his men were "untouchable" .. or so they thought.. Dolph walked up like a customer, but Jones knew exactly who he was..

"What's good Dolph, you aint' fooling me playa.. I seen you roll up in that BMW .. shit's clean son." Mike said

"So what, yall finally run outta product and had to come crawling to Mr. Gentry??" the dealer said mocking the two now

Dolph glanced at Rodney and nodded before glancing back to Mike and smiling as he replied..

"Nah fool.. we was actually here to see you cuz, wish you a speedy recovery.." Dolph said sarcastically

"The fuck you mean a speedy recovery, I'm aite dog.. you on that sherm again??"

Dolph laughed as he pulled the bat from under his suit coat and bashed the man over the head with it, sending him flying to the floor in shock, Rodney pulled the tire iron at the same moment and landed a blow of his own as the man attempted to gather his feet under him, but this time the blow sent him ALL the way down onto the floor, as he gripped his head that was split open.. Dolph and Rodney began kicking him and hitting him repeatedly with their weapons until the dealer was about within a inch of his life..

Dolph and Rodney called off the attack as Mike began spitting up blood and teeth, he was disoriented and barely knew where he was..

"Don Mastrosimone send's his regards punk, and tell your bitchass boss he's next.." Dolph said as he spat on the man on the floor and kicked him once more..

"Oh, and next time iI catch you on this corna, you gonna be leaving in a bodybag and not a stretcher homie.."

Dolph and Rodney walked arrogantly back to their car, tossing the blood covered weapons back into the trunk before storming off from the scene to go continue the hunt for Gerry Gentry..

Two fucking hours? What was he going to do for two hours before the boat even pulled IN to port? He could help unload the thing and then hide in it when it got here sure, but until it did, he was a sitting duck. He couldn't go home, or go to any of his normal haunts folks would be looking for him there. No, he needed to do something diff...

It struck him, he made a quick pace then for the strip club that was three blocks away. Dark, free lunch so long as you tipped the dancers, and drinks too. Nobody would suspect him of being there. After all, he had never gone before, and it was dark, so on the off-chance he did see someone he knew, he could pay for a dance and disappear into the back, or just get a dance on the floor without anyone watching. I mean, who watched another guy get a dance right?

On a adrenaline rush from pulverizing one of Gentry's goons, Dolph and Rodney were laughing and passing the blunt back and forth as Dolph continued driving to their original destination. The Standby Club was a strip club frequented by Mr. Gentry, he was actually part owner there, and if anyone knew where he was.. it would be the manager. Dolph and Rodney parked by the curb and began scoping the place out as the car slowly let out smoke from the cracks in the windows..

"You sure this is the place dog? I mean.. I think the mans wouldn't be so out in the open.. especially after we just crushed dude's face in about an hour ago.." Rodney said with a chuckle

Dolph pulled the piece of paper with the three addresses written on them, the first, his office at the dockyards, the second his home, and the third this shanty strip club, that he was ALWAYS seen at..

"Yea dis the right place. You see his car anyhwere? That would be the indication the man is here..."

They both looked around, there was just about every damn car on this block of every model, but not one belonging to Mr. Gentry..

"Don't see it.. fuck it lets just go inside.. see what we can peel outta tha manager.."

They both hopped out of the car and sent the pungent odor of marijuana cigarette in every direction the wind was blowing. Dolph sighed at the relief of the wind, the day was still hot and it was a nice feeling on the sweat of his brow as he and his bodyguard Rodney made their way inside the club..

It was a hell of a lot nicer on the inside than the out, and it became pretty clear as to why Gerry frequented this place. The manager recognized Dolph and ran into the back room calling for help.. two goons the size of gorillas appeared from the back door and immediately starting swinging on the two men.. Dolph was small and skinny and happened to be no match, the man sent him flying across the room into the back of the bar, breaking countless glasses and alcohol bottles ad Dolph landed in the display...

Rodney on the other hand was able to handle his own, being the bigger one of the two he managed to fight the two off while Dolph climbed back to his feet and pulled his pistol from his back waistband and let off a shot into the ceiling

"Das enough, unless yall ready to die , you best let my man go..." he said pointing the gun at the goons who reluctantly let Rodney go

"Rodney tie these two up.."

Rodney spat some blood from his mouth and let out a deep sigh as he looked around for something to tie them up, to his surprise, he found a big bag of zip ties in one of the drawers and decided to bound their hands and feet with those.. After that was done, they made their way to the managers office where they found him barricaded inside.. Rodney bust down the door and Dolph and him found the man hiding under the desk in a fetal position...

"Man get you scared ass out from under there.."Dolph said with a agitated tone

"I ain't here to kill you, just your business parnta sucka.. so where he at? Where is this Mr. Gentry at??" 

The man began crying and saying he had no clue, begging for his life as he pissed his pants..

"Dam man, you a big bitch.. how the hell Genry even trust you ass in the first place.."

Dolph let out a deep sigh and smacked the man across the face with his backhand before leaving the strip club office.. clearly this guy was gonna be of no fucking use.. Back to square one.. Dolph and Rodney began making their way outside and back to the car to begin the search again, when they stopped dead in their tracks as they exited the front door.. A car drove by slowly was that Gerry Gentry??

Gerry had been sitting in the club for a while, but when a fight broke out he slipped out the back door and jumped into a nearby car. He drove like a bat out of hell. Just his luck to have gone to a place where nobody knew him, and a goddamned fight broke out anyway. As he sped past he saw the two men who had roughed the place up walk out the front door and he hit the gas even harder. Not many places to hide now, but there were a couple of options still open to him. The first that came to mind was, in plain sight.

He shook his head, he had to ditch the car somewhere first, and that meant he was going to have to be smart. Where to go? He looked around for an idea, and then it hit him. He could ditch the car in a garage. Any mechanic would barely notice another random car in the lot, at least for a little bit. His buddy owned a place, he could stop, drop the car off, and sneak through the back into an alleyway.

Dolph and Rodney got a good look at the car before running to their own and hopping in with Rodney at the wheel.. Dolph was going ballistic as Rodney seemingly couldn't get the car to turn over.. the battery was dead.. fuck! Dolph slammed his hand down on the center console and went into a frenzy as he flung the door open and got out and began kicking the thing..

"Just payed for you, you piece of garbage.." he said kicking a dent into the side and stopping thereafter

"Fuck" he exclaimed as he yelled at Rodney to pop the hood.. Dolph began looking around, and jiggling with some of the cables before realizing the connector cable was loose..

"Dealerships cant even sell you a good muhfuckinc car these days, damn man.. are all these cats out here shady as fuck?"

Dolph tightened the bolt as much as he could with his hands and ordered Rodney to turn the key again.. the connection was still weak and the car sounded like it may not turn over.. but came to life at the last click..Dolph smiled and quickly slammed the hood shut and climbed back into the car..

"Well, lets just head on down to Mr. Gentry's office then.. bastard is long gone by now. Probably ditched that car too.. this sucka is smart."

Dolph lit the marijuana cigarette again and took a long puff as the car slowly pulled away from the curb, off to the dockyards they went..

He wasn't breathing a sigh of relief exactly. But nobody had been tailing him at this point, not only that, but he had managed to waste most of the time he needed to running from those damned thugs. As he walked toward the docks, he felt better about his situation, that is, right up until he saw Jones.

"Mike?! Holy shit man, what the hell happened to you?"

Mike spun, not exactly fast, and looked relieved to see Gerry.

"Gerry, buddy, you gotta get the fuck out of here, some guys, big killer guys are looking for you. I came to the docks to warn you. I don't know who you pissed off but..."

"Mastrosimone."

"Jesus Ger. Well why the fuck would you go and do a thing like that?"

Gerry shook his head, he knew, some part of him knew when he took that one bullet from the bitch on the boat that he might have signed his death warrant then and there. How could he have thought he was getting away? No, this was it, he had killed a man, and avenged his brother. Now he was going to kill one more and avenge himself. He pulled out his revolver and made his way toward the docks again. If those guys were going to find him, he was going out with a fight.

"Get out of here Mike, get home safe, take care of yourself."

With that, he made his way toward the office to bunker down.

Dolph and Rodney pulled into the dockyards about an hour later, high off of marijuana, the two were on a good buzz as they were laughing about the days events at this point.. Dolph through what was left of the blunt out of the window as the car came to a stop in the parking lot of Mr. Gentry's office...

"Dis be the place right here cuz.. you think this fool really came down here after he seen us? I mean.. seems off to me homie." Rodney said as he cut the power to the car

"Well, if he aint here.. we find out where this sucka lives, go and pay a visit to his family to get him to crawl out of whatever rock hes under.."

Dolph flung the car door open and stepped out, taking in a deep whiff of the salty ocean air before closing the door behind him..

"You take the front door, I'll take the back homie.. Make sure your pistol is ready cuz, don't let this fool catch you sleeping.."

Dolph pulled his pistol from his waistband and nodded at Rodney who did the same. The office was extremely quiet, not a soul was going in or out for it being midday afternoon on a weekday.. Dolph was feeling a bit uneasy about the whole thing... Hearing Rodney kick in the front door was Dolph's que to do the same.. Putting his foot through the door and bursting into the backroom with his gun drawn.. He began clearing the place room by room until he heard gunshots going off..

Dolph stormed to the area and found that Rodney had been shot three times, he was pouring blood from his arm but was still gripping his pistol with his bloody hand as he continued to fire back at Gentry from his office..

"This bitchass mark surprised my ass cuz, almost caught me slipping!!" Rodney exclaimed as he began trying to stop the bleeding with a homemade tourniquet

"Fucker is holed up in his office boss.. I think he's got a bulletproof vest on too.."

Dolph thrust himself up against the wall and peaked around the corner only to be met with a barrage of gunfire that took chunks out of the wall where Dolph's head just was.. He had to think of something quick to flush the guy out.. but in the meantime.. let's keep him where he's at..

"You ain't getting out of here alive Gerry, you fucked up and now I'm here to make you pay the price cuz.." Dolph yelled out with a laugh as he laid off some shots of his own around the corner, leaving bullet holes in the overturned desk Gerry was hiding behind..

"It's just a matter of time cuz until one of these bullets lands in that skull of yours.. the fuck did you think you could get away with killing one of the Don's family??"

Dolph said as he continued to taunt the man behind the desk, continuing to lay down shots in that direction while he continued devising a plan.. 

Gerry picked up another clip and slid it into the gun. He cocked and fired off two more shots blindly above the desk.

"You fuckin bastards aren't getting me. You might be right, I'm probably a dead man, but that guy got what was coming to him, and your boy over there? Plugged his ass at least twice. So my guess is if you don't get him out of here soon, he's going to lose too much blood for it to matter much. I'll let you take him and run. You do, and you deliver a message to Mastrosimone for me, and we never have to see or hear each other ever again."

He fired another shot toward the hallway the other men were hiding in, and then pushed the desk slightly to get a better angle on the next one, in case one of them decided to pop their head out.

"So, what'll it be? We gonna do this long enough for you to lose your buddy, or do you want to know what I've got to say to your boss?"

Dolph knew the man was right.. If he didn't get Rodney to a hospital soon he would surely bleed out all over the place as the puddle of blood under him was growing, but he was still conscious.. Billy never gave complete instructions, he just said to 'fulfill his daughter's wishes' but what were his wishes? And what did this man have to say to the Don..

Dolph began looking around the office, still looking for a plan when he noticed some matches and a empty glass coke bottle.. He smiled..

"Alright Mr. Gentry.. perhaps you are right.. My associate here is going to need a doctor.. so.. me and him will walk away.. you have my word dog.. but first tell me.. what do you gotta say to my boss?"

Dolph called out from behind the wall as he gestured to Rodney to pickup the bottle and matches and flee outside, Rodney knew what was up..

"It's just me and you now Gerry, my homie fled outside to the car.. you can speak freely with me."

Dolph waited for what the man had to say as he picked up a few scraps of the homemade tourniquet off the floor, these will work he thought to himself..

Gerry nodded to himself, steeling his nerves he raised his voice.

"Tell the old fuck that if he wants me, he can come get me in Sicily. I'll be working on a farm, he'll know the place. You do that, and we're square you and me. No harm, no foul."

He checked the chamber of his gun and made sure his safety was off as he slowly peaked his head over the desk and kept aim on the doorway.

Dolph smiled, little did this fool know there was going to be know farm.. He put his gun in his back waistband and put his hands up and turned the corner, catching eye to eye contact with Mr. Gentry who raised his gun swiftly, but didn't fire.. 

"I told you Mr. Gentry that I would leave.. this is my show of respect. I will deliver your message to Don Mastrosimone.. you have my word."

Dolph slowly began walking backwards out of the room, bobbing and weaving around the various objects..

"Hope you find peace, or happiness, or whatever the fuck you looking for out in Sicily dog.."

Dolph yelled out to him as he exited the front door, he quickly turned and ran over to Rodney who was about 10 feet away with a can of gasoline and another two empty coke bottles.. Dolph smirked and threw the rags down next to it and pulled his gun again and pointed it towards the front door...

"Lets burn this sucka out.. toss them molotovs in there and take the back door.. make sure you pop that fool when he runs out the door..."

Rodney nodded, he was still bleeding profusely but adrenaline had kicked in and he had little to no feeling in his body...

"Bombs away!"

Rodney yelled as he ignite the three cocktails on the crate and began tossing them one by one into the various windows of the office.. the crackling sound of the fire began to ring out as the place went up in flames.. Dolph held his gun firmly as he took cover behind the crate and waited for Gerry to come running out into a barrage of bullets.. Or would he just perish in the fire and make things easy?

The world erupted around Gerry. One step at a time, one livk of flame at a time, he managed to make his way to the back door. That's when lead filled the air. One of those dumb bastards had the exit blocked. There was no time to run back through the place, so Gerry ran out, and aimed at the spot where the bullets had come from. He unloaded his entire clip and then made his way round the front of the building to try and catch the boat. He wasn't sure if he'd hit the guy hiding, but the bullets weren't flying in his direction anymore, so he was sure the guy was going to stay down.

Dolph heard the gunfire erupting from the back of the building and then a eerie silence.. He quickly left cover and started to make his way around the burning building that was exploding at a alarming rate causing the local dockyard fire alarms to start raging... Dolph began calling out to Rodney but heard no reply, getting worried he picked up the pace...

As he turned the corner he saw Mr. Gentry quickly limping his way towards the docks... Dolph heard Rodney coughing and ran over to him..

"Rodney my dog!" Dolph said as he made it around to the other side of the car Rodney was hiding behind..

"I only got a couple shots off dog before I collapsed.. I think I've lost alot of blood.." he said as he coughed up more blood

Dolph pulled the leys to the car and handed them to Rodney and nodded

"Aye dog, you get yourself the fuck out of here.. try and get yourself back to the clinic.. I'll finish this shit.."

He helped Rodney to his feet and into the car, he smirked as Dolph closed the door and turned the key in the ignition

"Lets just hope they don't find me dead in your car homie-" Rodney said sarcastically as he paused with a smirk

"Ill see you back at the Clinic homie.. Jessica got them dope as painkillers..."

Rodney drove away from the scene slowly, Dolph was unsure if he would make it back or not, but his priority right now was the man bleeding out and limping down the docks.. He checked to make sure his pistol was fully loaded and began making his way down towards Mr. Gentry who was getting slower and slower.. Dolph began laying down shots as he made his way down towards the docks, sending pieces of wood flying around Gerry as the shots barely missed..

He quickly took cover and returned fire of his own.. Dolph knew it was only a matter of time before one man or the other was out of ammo.. how much did this guy got?

"Sorry Mr. Gentry, I hope you understand this is just business... the Don would never let me live if I just let you walk out of here.." 

He laid another few shots down in Gerry's direction as he continued to advance forward behind the cover of shipping crates on the dock

"I can tell my partna hit you on the way out of the back door.. how much longer you got until you bleed out from that wound homie..its ova!"

Dolph said looking down at the bloodtrail leading down the docks, it was quite a lot of blood.. Dolph took cover behind a final crate and continued to shoot in Gerry's direction every so often to keep him pinned as he figured he could outlast him before he bled out...

Gerry grit his teeth and took another shot at the man following him. He was right dammit, he wasn't going to make it, not to the boat, not to freedom, this was it. There was only one thing left to do, he stood from behind his cover to get a better shot. If he was going to die, he might as well take the bastard with him.

He aimed and twisted slightly to the side to line up that shot. The man didn't realize just how much of his body was exposed on the side of the crate. Gerry smiled as he pulled the trigger. Then the whole world froze. Nothing happened. No bullet, no bang, no kickback. As he glanced at the gun he realized there was no jam either, he had just been dumb enough to forget to count his ammo.

That's when he saw the other man turn to face him...

Dolph heard the click of the gun as he was reloading, hes stomach dropped but he felt no pain, no ringing in the ears from a gunshot.. but surely that man had just fired at him? He quickly stuck the clip in his pistol and popped from behind the crate with his gun drawn at Gerry.. His gun jammed, how unfortunate..

"Damn homie.. it seemed your day just got slightly worse.. toss that piece of shit gun over the docks will ya?" he said with a smirk

The man let out a deep sigh as he tossed the gun over the railing and put his hands up as Dolph stepped towards him slowly

"I don't understand dog, you killed one of the Don's men, attempted to kill his son.. what for? What did you gain by all that dog? Other than the grand prize of a bodybag?"

Dolph stopped about 10 feet away with his gun still drawn on the man, awaiting a reply..

Gerry shook his head.

"Whoever said that to you is a liar. Only guy I took a swing at was the fucker who put my brother in a lake in Chicago. Go ahead, ask his old lady. She helped him. And what did my brother ever do besides try to earn a living? He was a pawn in the whole fucking game and they tied him up and threw him in a river alive!"

He winced and went to reach for his side, but thought better of it.

"He deserved what he got, and the bitch on the boat? Maybe if she wasn't addicted to the shit she was buying, none of this would have happened. You know you don't give a shit about you're selling shit to, why should she be any different? Because of who she is related to? Oh come on, grow the fuck up. If that's the case, we should just give up now and hand the keys to America over the fucking Hoover's kids. I'm sure that'll go real fuckin swell right?"

He shook his head again but kept his hands up.

The sounds of sirens wailing in the distance behind Dolph was becoming louder as they grew near, either this man was telling the truth and he didn't take a pop shot at Mr. Mastrosimone's son.. Or, perhaps he was just trying to save his skin.. Dolph took a moment to process the information before smiling..

"Well, liar or no liar.. Only one of us is stepping off this dock alive.." 

Dolph cocked the gun sending a eerie click down Gerry's spine, the sirens were practically upon them now..

"So long Gerry, hope you have a nice fucking trip to the after life my friend."

Dolph pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight into the chest of Gerry some few feet away.. He staggered backwards as the bullet rippled through his flesh and out the backside.. Dolph chuckled a bit and fired again, sending another bullet ripping through Gerry's body and this time sending him further up against the edge of the dock.. The fucker was still standing..

Dolph, getting frustrated, raised his gun with a grimace as he unloaded the rest of his clip into Gerry and sending him flipping over the backside of the dock as the bullets tore up his body.. It was a short pause before the sound of the body crashed into the water.. Dolph walked over to the edge of the dock and looked over the side and spit into the water

"Good riddance bitchass mark.." 

Dolph began to stick his gun in his back waistband when he heard someone yell FREEZE from behind him.. He slowly let go of the gun tucked in his back waistband and raised his hands as he turned around to find himself face to face with one of NYPD's finest...

"You're under arrest.. keep your hands where I can fucking see them!"

The officer said as he came closer to de-arm Adolph

"Your making a big mistake officer, do you know who I fucking work for? I'll be out by the end of the day.. and your ass will be looking for a new job homie.."

The cop pulled a baton from his waistband after taking Dolph's gun and threw a blow into the side of Adolph, sending him straight to the floor wincing in painn.. A few more blows followed suit until the officer was on top of him with handcuffs..

"You can work for King Monkey for all I fucking care.. I got reports of a black man fitting your description burning down that building back there.. and the owner may still be inside.. Im taking you down for Arson and Murder.. you aint beating nothing punk!"

Dolph continued to wince in pain as he officer pulled him to his feet and shuffled him off to the patrol car not far away, he proceeded to stuff him into the back and drive straight downtown to the local lockup.. What a fucking day Dolph thought to himself...