"OKAY, ROCCO, IT'S YOUR LAST CHANCE. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP."
"I'm not coming out," said Rocco.
"I CAN'T HEAR A THING YOU SAID."
What was the chance of Rocco having a bullhorn? He put down one of his guns.
"I'M NOT COMING OUT."
"WHAT? YOU HAVE A BULLHORN?"
"YOU COPS WILL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE," blared Rocco.
It was what the Chief had hoped for. He hated Rocco and the thought of taking him alive.