Cotter threw his radio to the ground, receiving no response to his repeated calls to his men. He ran his hand through sweat-slicked hair in frustration. Everything had fallen apart and he had no doubt that Toews was on his way. Well, **** him, he thought. If the son of a bitch wanted to kill him, he wasn?t going to make it easy.
He ripped a shotgun down from the wall and started loading. Cotter pressed up against the wall as the sound of gunfire echoed down the hall, ready the second Toews peeked his head into the room.
The doors burst open and he immediately pulled the trigger. But it wasn?t Toews? head in the path. The shot ripped apart one of his men?s skull in an explosion of gore. Simon followed immediately after, redirecting the muzzle toward the ceiling, raising his pistol to bear on Cotter.
The crime lord turnen his body, elbow nudging the weapon aside and pushing Simon into the wall. Quickly, he pulled the shotgun back, out of Toews? grasp and bashed him in the face with its length. Simon?s head snapped back as he grunted in pain, the pistol clattering to the ground as Cotter pushed the shotgun against his throat..
?Shoulda run, kid.? Cotter sneered.
Simon suddenly threw a knee right in Cotter?s groin, smashing the older man?s nose in with his own weapon. The mob boss stumbled back, Simon throwing the shotgun aside as he advanced on him. He grabbed Cotter by the collar and pulled back his fist, ready to beat the older man;s face in.
Cotter moved quicker than Simon had expected, though, wrapping an arm around his neck and shoving him, face-first into a window overlooking the warehouse workfloor. The glass shattered as Simon crashed through, his hips slamming against the bottom of the window. He turned to find Cotter grabbing for him again. Toews rose up and threw a vicious right cross against the man?s face, blood and spit flying from the impact.
Cotter got up right as Simon came for him again, ducking another punch and throwing vicious blows into the younger man?s stomach. He drove Simon back against his desk and moved upwards, hammering him in the face with one of those big meat hooks he called hands.
Every time Simon began to try to get his bearings another vicious punch sent his head spinning. But the next blow was blocked, Toews throwing a jab right in Cotter?s throat. The older man gasping for air and stumbling back.
Simon looked positively feral as he leat out a savage roar, charging and then tackling his adversary straight through another window and onto the catwalk below. The two men slammed onto the metal grating in a daze. Both shakily pulled themselves to their feet. Simon glanced up to see him and threw his whole body into a punch that connected with the older man?s jaw. Both fighters crumbled to the metal again.
Again, Simon got to his feet first, grabbing Cotter by the collar of his shirt and pulling him up to his knees. Those angry, beady eyes glared up at him, pure hatred behind them until Cotter gave him an uppercut, right between the legs. Simon doubled over as Cotter got to one knee, hitting him the stomach and then grabbed him by the shirt. But Simon grappled with him, the two throwing each other back and forth against the railings.
In the office, Paige entered cautiously, stepping over the ruined corpse of Cotter?s soldier. Quickly, she traced the path of destruction to the sound of a struggle below. She moved to the window and peered over its edge. 8 feet below, Toews and Cotter were in a fight for their lives. Corrine rose her weapon, trying to get a shot, but Toews kept getting in the way. She grit her teeth and climbed out, dropping onto the catwalk.
The pair continued their struggle, Simon managing to bring the older man about, his back toward Paige. Cotter suddenly pulled Simon toward him, bashing the raging father in the face with his forehead. He took the moment granted by Simon?s daze and caught a glimpse behind him of the detective moving toward him with her weapon drawn. He quickly wheeled Simon around, using his body to knock Paige?s gun from her hand and then threw the man to the ground. Cotter was on her in a second, hands around her throat.
Paige let out a strangled yelp, trying to pry his hands from around her neck to no avail. ?I?m gonna choke the life outta you, you miserable ****!? He snarled.
Corrine lashed out then, he nails scratching bloody tears down his face. Cotter let out an animalistic scream and threw her over the edge like a ragdoll. Paige?s world was a whirlwind as she fell, searing pain spiking in her body as her shoulder banked off a hanging crate. While the pain was intense, it had slowed her fall, so when she hit the concrete, it only hurt like a mother ****er.
Cotter stared down at her as she began to stir. With an arrogant sneer, he grabbed a control switch and pressed the button. 1200 lbs of shipping crate came slamming down upon her, crushing woman?s arm and pinning her leg. Corrine?s agonized shriek echoed throughout the cavernous warehouse.
Cotter grinned down at her, forgetting that the fight wasn?t over. The sound of a chain moving, however brought it rushing back, but not before said chain came slashing down across his back. Cotter dropped to his knees, intense pain taking over. Simon wrapped that chain around the man?s neck and pulled as hard as he could. Cotter struggled, clawing at the chain with one hand as the other arm elbowed Simon in the gut.
The two wrestled against each other until they both toppled over the railing. Simon held onto him with a death grip until they hit the top of a cargo container with a bang. Cotter moved first, climbing n top of Simon and wrapping his hands around the bloodied man's throat.
Simon gasped and clawed at the hands squeezing his wind pipe, but couldn't pry them off.
?Die! Just?.****ing. DIE!? Cotter screamed in his face, Simon's eyes bulging. The world was starting to get dark. He didn't have long. One last ditch effort, Simon. One last try.
He drew his arm back and then jammed his thumb THROUGH Cotter's left eye, the stocky crime boss letting out a blood curdling scream. Simon gasped, desperately trying to get air back into his lungs as Cotter clutched his face.
Simon's eyes snapped up, catching sight of the chain hanging from the railing above. Those bloodshot blue eyes turned back to Cotter. He stormed over, grabbing the agonized man and dragged him to the edge, quickly wrapping the chain around his neck and locking it into place.
Cotter opened his one remaining eye, all the hate and rage he had in that glare was then replaced with a sadistic grin. A low laugh built up, a sick, rattling wheeze in his throat. ?You think you won?? Cotter snarled. ?She's still gone.?
Cotter laughed harder. ?Your little girl is gone forever. You can't do a ****ing thing about it!? He spat. ?I won, Toews.? He said, a bloody grin twisting his lips. ?I wo-?
He didn't have a chance to finish the sentence. Simon reeled back and slammed his heel into Cotter's chest, sending him over the edge, the chain tightening around his throat. Cotter clawed and kicked as he was slowly choked to death. He wriggled and struggled until those final involuntary jerks overtook his body. And then there was nothing.