James forced Springs to duck as another fireball flew through the air, smashing into another house and causing the inhabitants to scream in fear. James cursed, ordering Springs to call in back-up. Wherever Kay's friend went, he was gone.
"Well?" He asked Springs, cradling Kay's head in his lap, checking his vitals and finding he had passed out.
"Nothing. It's all static." She sighed. She looked in the direction of the gun Kay had dropped when he was hit. She grabbed it, examining it. It was silver-plated, it seemed, and looked like no weapon she had ever seen before.
"Get him outta here," She nodded to Kay's unconscious form, "I'll cover you."
"Wha– who're you giving your superior officer orders?" James snorted.
"Please, he needs medical attention and I can't drag him. You can do that. I'll be fine." She replied forcefully. James had to admit, she had a point.
He nodded to her, and she returned the gesture, hopped up from the vechile and began firing. James pulled Kay into his arms, half-dragging and half-carrying him to another police vechile. Springs kept firing even after he was behind cover. The fireballer was still distracted, covering himself with his arms as the beams from the strange gun hit him.
James opened the passenger side first, pushed Kay in and closing the door. James then got in the drivers side, not before watching a fireball hurtle into a police car near Spring and explode, knocking Springs back with it.
"No! Damnit!" James yelled, but soon fireballs began to land near his vechile. James quickly hot-wired it ('No, I know how to do it isn't 'cause I'm black!) before slamming the gas and rocketing out of the area.