Shamus looked at the officer for a moment, before removing his hands from behind his head. "Honestly officer, I don't give two and a half damns what you have to say. You can insult my profession, my mindset, and even intelligence, but you've got to be fucking joking if you think I'll take any orders from a cop just because he has a gun." Shamus said, clearly annoyed by the cop's orders. "If your going to shoot me for disobeying your little "deal", then you better make the bullets count, cause you might lose your fucking head in the battle." Shamus said, swiftly pulling out his bowie knife and stabbing it into the locker, before standing in front of the detective.