If from this youse infers that it was quite a brawl, youse is correct. It was … and what’s more we are the dear winners. Now, the civilian cops may have different opinions regardin’ this, but we was still standin’ at the end of it and they wasn’t so I feel we are justified in claimin’ the victory.
As I mentioned, our guards are okay guys and in a pretty good mood to boot, which is understandable as they was fightin’ on our side in the fracas under discussion. We have a pretty good time with them while we are waitin’, swappin’ tales from the fight that were at least partially true, interruptin’ each other all the time with comments of “Did you see it when I . , . ?” and “Yeah, what about when that big cop… .” In fact, we are gettin’ downright chummy with ’em, but then the captain walks in.
AH our talkin’, stops when he appears, though he musta heard us long before we saw him, so there isn’t really any point tryin’ to pretend we have been this quiet all the time. Still, he doesn’t look happy, so without any kind of spoken agreement we all drop back into our appointed roles. By this I mean the guards stand at parade rest and look stern, whilst me and Nunzio just sit and look uncomfortable … which isn’t too hard since, as I said, we have not emerged from the fracas unscathed.
We watch in total silence as the captain sits down at his desk and starts studyin’ the report which has been placed there. I suppose I could of looked at it myself when we was talkin’ with the guards, but to tell you the truth it hadn’t occurred to me until I see the captain readin’ it and realize the fates of Nunzio and me might well be decided by what is in it.