Chapter 4: Incoming

Inspector Doyle stared out his open window from his desk and sighed deeply. He looked at the clock on his desk, it read "10:34 AM", his gaze moved across his desk in boredom, his then locked onto the door, he got up and stepped out. In the main lobby he looked over to the officers at the front desk, many of them were hunched over the counter, staring off into nothingness as others played "Black Jack" – of course with no bets, which always took the thrill out of the game but rules were rules. Doyle moved over towards the water jug, and got himself a small cup of water, with the cup in hand he moved over to the newspaper articles from yesterday. "Nothing, as usual." He said with extreme boredom in his voice as he took a sip of the water. Doyle walked back to his office and sat back down his chair; he rolled the chair toward the window and gazed out. After several minutes of occasionally sipping on his water, he began to slowly doze off.

Before he could fully shut his eyes, one of the lieutenants burst through the door; Doyle quickly snapped out of his dozing and looked at the officer. It was Lieutenant Moore, one of the more dedicated policemen on the force; he had a look of haste within him. "What's wrong, Moore?" Doyle asked with that of concern. "Sir, something has shown up on the outer sensors!"

The Inspector jumped to his feet, "What's on the sensors?" he commanded. "We're picking up two ship signals; both are speeding toward us; however one is much smaller – more along the lines of a housing ship, while the other looks like a flying fortress!" Moore said in the best calm voice he could muster. "Distance, Lieutenant?"

"The smaller ship is going to be within viewing range in 5 minutes. The other is several miles away; we suspect it will be arriving within two hours."

The Inspector nodded thoughtfully "Alright prepare a car in two minutes: You and I are heading out as soon as that ship comes in range."

The Lieutenant saluted sternly "Yes, sir!" he then walked out in a speed walk. Doyle, moved over to the coat-rack near the door and grabbed his signature tan-colored coat and hat, he then moved over to his desk and pulled out one of the drawers on the bottom which contained his issued, handgun; he checked to see if it was still loaded and turned the safety on, and placed it in the holster. He hoped that neither of the ships was hostile for he hoped that he would never have to fire his weapon. He remembered the last time he did which was about two years ago, he had shot a man whom had the Mayor hostage. He had killed the man, and was honored for it, and named a hero of the island. The memory churned the Inspector's stomach, he almost felt he was going to hurl, but held it back. He then left the room and proceeded through the station to the garage, where Lieutenant Moore was patiently waiting for his superior.

"Car ready, Moore?" Doyle asked as he approached. "Yes, sir; want me to drive?" he asked with a smile. The Inspector smiled "Nah, I will, just don't say I did to the Chief." He joked; the Lieutenant nodded and opened the driver door for the Inspector and then moved to the passenger side and climbed in. The Inspector climbed in and started the car, as he did so, the garage door slid open. The car moved out the building and proceeded southward. "Oh there is one last thing I must mention, sir." Moore began with a look that read something he didn't want to report. "I'm afraid that we were able to identify the larger ship and confirmed it to be a Sky Pirate ship, to be precise; the Bonne family." Doyle, began to turn his head toward the Lieutenant, but kept his eyes on the road, but he could not believe it: "The Bonne family?! Are you kidding?" he knew full-well of the reputation of the Bonne family, they were family that comprised of pirates, no one has gotten a clear picture of the suspects, but if anything they knew the Bonnes were persistent, and always got what they wanted: One way or another. "And how about the other ship?" Doyle asked.

"We do know they are not pirates, we were able to identify the ship as the "Flutter". It comprises of a crew of three: one elderly man whom is a former-Digger, Barrel Caskett; two teenagers, one is Barrel's Granddaughter; Roll Caskett is 14 years old. Her parents were one of the many whom have dared to venture "Forbidden Island" and of course; did not return. The final one is also 14 years old, he is a Digger named Megaman Volnutt. Apparently he was an orphan that Barrel had discovered when he was an infant. We do not have any other information on prior to when Barrel found him, let alone where he was found. It's like—"the Inspector then cut-in and finished for him; "It's like he never existed before that… Interesting…"

The police car wove through the streets of the city, when the car passed the entry gates, by the south gate, something caught the Inspector's eye, and he stopped the car and looked out his window and looked at what he spotted in the eastern sky. A large object came rushing toward the island at dangerous speeds while its altitude rapidly fell. A loud crash came from the Clozer woods, after several seconds the sound of trees rapidly falling and metal scrapping against the earth came to a stop. Doyle felt his heart sink into his stomach at the thought of the three people on the ship being killed from the crash. He quickly put the car into gear and drove through the trail toward the sound of the crash.