Frank laid on the roof for what seemed like an eternity, dazed and angry "this aint over bitch" he snarled. He got up slowly staggering all the way. "That ringing sound is it just in my head or is it the fourth of july?" Frank thought to himself. He looked around, head still a daze "what was I up here for? Oh look the police, what the hell did I do this time?" he mumbled. Frank continued to look around and noticed the moonlight shine off something.
Through the concussed haze Frank finally remembered he was mid fight with the glittery face of the mob. "Goldie, come out to play" Frank advanced on her, he knew there was no way she would turn the rocket launcher on him that would be too close to not blow her to kingdom come too. Frank wandered to the edge of the building "fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice" he thought.