...He hit the gun out out of one of their hands, noting it was a P18, one of the most powerful standard-issue police pistols available. Another bullet richoched off the counter next to him, denting the steel deeply. He turned and fired off two shots at the other man. One hit him in the arm, the other in the abdomem, sending him to the ground instantly, in agony. Good job they didn't have body armour on, Jon thought to himself, as he fired his last two bullets at the other cop who was retrieving his weapon from the floor. One bullet hit the guy in the chest, the other, fatally to the head. Jon breathed a sigh of relief, as he put in his spare magazine. Now that had been close. Standing up fully, he heard the serving woman whimpering in the corner.

'You call any more cops when I've gone, and I swear I'll come back and kill you, hear me ?'

'Y-y-yes'

'Good, I'm glad we have an understanding of each other'

With that he climbed over the counter, and standing on civilians cowering on the floor with glee. He laughed as he saw some of them had fainted. Jon smashed up the nearby vidcom with his gun handle, just to make sure, before concealing the weapon again. On his way out, he noticed the cop he'd wounded first was still breathing faintly, so he issued a series of brutal kicks to his head to make sure. Blood welled out onto the floor. Jon left the bar warily, but then came back in to some people's astonishment.

'Nearly forgot my burger', he said casually, walking out once more.

As he got back into the red hovercar nearby, he heard sirens.

'Oh, crap, not again'

Two police cruisers pulled up behind him, and four cops got out, heading into the bar. Some bystander outside must've seen / heard the shooting and called them!, unless the other two dead cops had called for back-up when they found him. Crime was a rare thing in that age, and if something ever did happen, there was a heavy price to pay, and it looked like Jonathon Dark was going to pay with his life unless he thought of something fast. Watching the bar entrance for a moment, he saw someone come out and look around, then they noticed him;

'THERE, HIM THERE! THAT'S THE MAN!'

The four cops came rushing out and aimed at the hovercar, at an amazing speed, shouting though a loud speaker;

'STOP THERE OR WE'LL OPEN FIRE!'

No chance. Jon took off as fast as he could, trying to ignore the twanging of bullets slamming into the side of the hovercar, one penetrating through the window glass, and passing straight through the burger. in his mouth, before ripping into the leather upholstery, inches from his head. Down below the cops quickly ran into their hover cars, the whole scene watched by lots of civilian onlookers. Jon sped away into the traffic, oblivious to the sound of blaring electronic horns. This was turning very nasty, far faster than he had ever expected...



Back at the silent Carrington Institute building, a slightly 'abnormal' craft landed in the special landing bay, behind the security checked garage doors. The occupant of the craft had been specially cleared to land there, although he was puzzled seeing somebody lyiing on the floor nearby, surrounded by red liquid. Aelphaeis Mangarae, or Elvis, as he was better known by, slid out from the craft with the darkened glass, and headed towards the body on the floor.

Elvis was safe from prying eyes inside this building, it was very well secured, and couldn't be gotten into without multiple special clearances, which he had. The meeting between the CI and Maians had been delayed, after the disastrous incident with dataDyne and the Skedar a few months earlier. Only the Government and CI knew about Maians and Skedar at the moment, the public were going to be informed when it could be assured there were going to be no more 'incidents', and Elvis was keeping a low profile until then, returning to Earth via a 'wormhole' once in a while. His craft, which went un-noticed amongst all the other strange shapes of hover-vehicle, even contained a fully functional human model, should anyone see inside. He had returned to the CI to see how effective his joke had been, after receiving no reply, and also because he hadn't visited in a while anyway.



Stepping over to the body he saw it was James Colburn, one of the vehicle mechanics, with a huge bloody hole in the chest. It was definitely a bullet hole. Was the CI playing a joke on him ?. No, Daniel or the others for that matter, would never play a gruesome joke like this...

He walked away from the body, very worried that something serious had happened while he had been gone. It was also very quiet, he realised. What was going on here....?. Heading out of the hangar and up to the main floor, he saw red splotches in a trail. Elvis began to run, following the trail, afraid. When he arrived at the main floor, the CI logo statue was on the floor. Something was very, very wrong...



Elvis ran up to the offices as quickly as he could, frantically pushing the lift button. A strong coppery smell came to his concealed nostrils. It was the smell of blood.

'Hello, is anybody here ?, it's me, Elvis'

The small maian began to panic. He ran to Carrington's office, pushing the door open. The site infront of him made him drop to his knees. Elvis had seen a lot of violence and death in his lifetime, especially being the late ambassadors first bodyguard, heck, he had even been shot down and narrowly escaped death in the mysterious Area: 51, but nothing shocked him as much as this. The very people who had saved him from that hell-hole were dead, massacred in their offices. Elvis fainted.



Jonathon cursed, his lightning fast reactions barely saving him from a crashing death. He weaved his way through the rush-hour traffic, jerking the two control sticks that steered his battered car. He was panicking. Something he never did. The two cop cars were following him at a fast pace, catching up by the second. He knew he had to stay in the traffic, the cop cars were fitted with dual machine guns, but they would not use them in a busy area like this. On the other hand, the cop cars were fitted with ultra-powerful electro-magnets which catch on to other 'offending' cars, and if he was caught with one of those, he would await a certain death sentence in a prison. The prisons were also well-known for their notorious conditions, and the pain and humiliation the prisoners there were put through before their escape from it all - death. He swerved again, narrowly avoiding another oncoming hovercar. Jonathon was yet again breaking the law, not that it mattered in his situation; travelling at nearly 200mph when the limit was 50. He needed to come up with something fast, the cops were getting too close, they were bound to use that magnet soon. A narrow passage to his left hand side caught his eye. As quickly as possible, he turned, just getting into the passage, which was about 50cm wider than his car. Straight ahead, two metal stairways protruded out. Thinking faster than he ever had before, he flipped the car on to it's side and accelerated, now going 250mph, and just scraping the edge of one of the stairs. This was becoming insane. One of the cop hover cars rounded the corner well behind him, still in hot pursuit. The second one appeared too, but slammed into the wall at about 190mph, spinning dramatically and smashing between the two buildings, before exploding, sending shrapnel everywhere. Jonathon grimaced and set his jaw, preparing to pull out onto another main traffic stream. He shot out, turning again as quickly as he could, dodging through scores of hovercars. His heart sank as he looked behind saw what was behind him. Five more cop hovercars were now on his tail.

'Shit'

Then, without any warning, two began to open fire; bullets speeding through the air. These huge car-mounted guns made the familiar sound of RCP-120's, firing at 300rpm. Bullets sprayed through the air, hitting other civilian cars, and peppering his own with lead. The rear glass shattered, and Jonathon winced at bullets shattered the front windscreen, and thudded into the dashboard around him. He came up with a plan....