[Hell's Kitchen is dense, yeah. It's not huge. You hear some shit on the police scanner and a little detective work, it's easy to find out where shit is going down. Frank was already nearby. New assholes, new observations, new recon.
Just because he didn't see a streak of dark red through the pier-side compound doesn't mean he wasn't aware. The minute there was gunfire and a wreck he was launching himself behind. That was probably a mistake on his part. One vigilante? Bad. Two? Torch everything and leave no evidence.
Which is part of why he was able to duck out as fast as he had in. Two bozos see his face, the panic itself is doing a bang up job.
But where oh were is Red?
There are only so many choices. He scans the water and makes the choice to jack a little rowboat. It's dark and honestly the flames are what is drawing the most attention.
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Just because he didn't see a streak of dark red through the pier-side compound doesn't mean he wasn't aware. The minute there was gunfire and a wreck he was launching himself behind. That was probably a mistake on his part. One vigilante? Bad. Two? Torch everything and leave no evidence.
Which is part of why he was able to duck out as fast as he had in. Two bozos see his face, the panic itself is doing a bang up job.
But where oh were is Red?
There are only so many choices. He scans the water and makes the choice to jack a little rowboat. It's dark and honestly the flames are what is drawing the most attention.
Shit. Shit. Shit.]
C'mon, Red. C'mon.