on the man, and eyeing the man's gold diamond ring with special interest. "Wait! I've got to be sure this dude's not 5-0!" "Rick, man, he just vomited all his crap out! He ain't no 5-0! Look at him, he's just a drunk ol' dude!" "Who's in charge here?!!" "You, Rick, man.""Well then, shut the heck up and let me do my job!" "Sure, man, sure." Rick got closer to the man, and started feeling around in the man's coat pockets, through his shirt and all around his back and through his pants, looking for anything that might feel like a wire or a gun. He didn't find anything. The man looked to be exactly what he appeared to be, just another drunk down on his luck. The only thing Rick found was an empty bottle of Vodka stuck inside one of the man's pant's pockets. "Well?" asked Johnny, ready to pounce on the man at the word go."Nope, nothing. Looks like just another drunk""Get the hell off me!" grumbled the man, as he spun his body around wildly, taking a swipe at the figure closest to him. "What did you say, you piece of crap!" snarled Rick, pretending not to be surprised by the man's sudden outburst. The man, gaining some control over his liquor diminished speaking ability, repeated his warning, "I said get heck off me! Go find somewhere else to play, kiddies!" "Forget you!" blurted Johnny, before charging the man and hitting him with a couple of swift kicks to the back of the head. The man, slow to react, covered himself as best he could, but he couldn't avoid the blows. "OK, OK, what do you want?" he asked, holding his head and spitting out a glob of blood streaked vomit. "Does it look like we're asking for anything?!" barked Net, standing over the man now, hoping to be provoked into a frenzied attack."Wait, wait!" mumbled the man, holding his hands up. "I'll give you anything you want. Just don't hit me!" "Man! Who the heck do you think you're talking to?!!!" Net couldn't hold back anymore and began slamming the man with a barrage of blows to...
