In the end it looks like he shoved his big foot in his mouth anyway despite trying his best not to. A frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. The only saving grace was that Moe was able to hold himself back from responding to her little rant. Every single time it was a similar story with these girls, he didnâ€™t care if she didnâ€™t take her clothes off or get off the stage or not, being a whore was being a whore no matter how you looked at it. In spite of her rant he continued to follow her; ff she thought he was leaving her alone she was wrong. However, there was a part of him that felt that it was not just about the case that he was dragging her out of this life. It was almost like he felt compelled to give her a fresh start and a new life somewhere that was not in a filthy place like this. Pervious thoughts of sweeping her off the streets before something bad happened to her coming back.<br/><br/>And for good reason as well. It was dark out so he couldnâ€™t see much at first. He had thought she was just trying to fuck with him by slipping into the alley but it soon came clear that she was in trouble when those guys approached her.<br/><br/>He knew he probably shouldnâ€™t get involved, it wasnâ€™t like she would thank him later, but he really didnâ€™t want to go back empty handed either. It was also that feeling of wanting to sweep her off the streets that he stepped in. This was exactly what he had been talking about, and it brought back a few memories of when he was running with the street gangs back in Baltimore. Moe was no stranger to muggings and how ugly they could be. Sometimes they skipped the mugging part and just went straight to rape or worse. Yeah, he was the typical gangster turned cop type but it was a hell of a lot better than roaming the streets. He hated being reminded of that life, but at the same time it was all the more reason to not give up his job, aside from the revenge holding him, that way he would never end up dead somewhere.<br/><br/>Moe put a hand on his hip, near the gun under his coat, and whistled to get their attention. â€œYou might want to put her down.â€ It was a boldâ€¦ no, a stupid thing to do. He was clearly outnumbered and they probably had guns as well. Years of being a detective will do that to you as well; it will often cause you to do things most people would not dare to do. It wasnâ€™t that he tried to be the typical badass cop who didnâ€™t always follow the rules, whether he was playing good cop or back cop, it was just that this sort of stuff really irritated him. Sometimes he let his emotions get the better of him. Not only that but he was already kicking himself for this right now. Not just because he was doing a stupid thing but because he was hell bent on taking this girl back with him.<br/><br/>Flashing his badge, well, he could do that but he was not a cop from around here. They probably would not take him seriously if he tried to do that. So he was going to play this as casual for now. â€œI paid some good money for that girl and I donâ€™t appreciate you putting your grubby hands all over her. So beat it.â€ He decided to add that for fun. The less intimidating he seemed to them the more they would let their guard down, assuming they would not take him seriously, and then he could make his move a lot easier.