Flint noticed a car pull up and soon after another parked beside it. Flint watched as a group went around the café and to the car park behind. 
Flint took a deep breath then began to walk towards the car park. Hidden from view from the main public. Flint quietly listened in on the conversation.
"Two stacks of blow will be two thousand" One man said aloud as another man began to flick through some money. Flint waited for the best time to strike.
When the transfer had been successful Flint removed his revolver from his jacket and quickly turned the corner, walking over to the men.
"Freeze Police!" Flint yelled removing his badge and showing the group. They where teenagers, the oldest was probably 18. They looked scared.
Flint slowly got closer, his gun aimed at one of the dealers. 
As Flint went for his handcuffs the youngest of the boys pulled a gun from his waistband. 
Flint didn't have time to react before a round hit his shoulder. A few more hunks of lead fired towards Flint but hit around him. The police officer had now began firing back as the gang began to run away. They turned the corner and quickly got in there car speeding away.
Flint attempted to stand but fell onto his knee, the pain from his shoulder was excruciating and he was losing a lot of blood.
Flint dropped his handgun and moved his hand to his shoulder putting pressure on the wound. He went into his pocket to grab his phone, the note from Nirvana fell out onto the floor and soon followed by the phone.
"Bloody low lives" He said through gritted teeth as he collapsed.
The last thing he saw where the words. 'Be careful' written on the note.