Joe Davis opened fire with the dual machine guns on his hovercar. This b*st*rd was going down.

'Hey, cool it Joe, your gonna hit some civilian!', shouted his patner.

'I don't care, I want this man dead, no-one murders a fellow cop, let alone a few, and stays alive', he said coldly.

The luxury hovercar infront of them shook as bullets ripped through it, shattering the windscreens, and sending sparks flying. A civilian car nearby was peppered with bullets, and lost control, falling into the street and exploding far below.

'DAMMIT, LOOK WHAT YOU DID!, GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF'

Joe's partner pulled his hands away from the firing button.

'Get off me'

'You'll get prison yourself for that, you realise-'

'Hey, look, I got 'im!'

The red hovercar in front of them jolted, then fell, spinning fast. A few seconds later the explosion far below sounded in their ears.

'Yes, WOOHOO!, we got him!'

After a hiss of static on the radio;

'Well done, Joe, well done...



Jonathon switched of the ignition, and the hover system power just as the bullets stopped. The hovercar began to free fall, quickly picking up speed. This was going to be hard to pull off, and his life depended on it.

Other hovercars zoomed past the windows as the car fell. It began to spin. This wasn't going how it should be, thought Jonathon. He looked out the window, trying to see where his destination point was. He saw it, and just in time, powered up the hover system. The car straightened out for a split second, and Jon swung open the door and leaped, flicking off the switch again as he went. Jon just managed to grab the rail, as the car started to fall again, and exploded on the street, 10 stories below.

He had timed the jump perfectly, grabbing hold of the rail of a large steel emergency staircase, similiar to the one he narrowly passed in the chase, just as planned.

'Damn, my arm hurts', he realised climbing over onto the stairway.

In all the action, he had forgotten about his aching gunshot wound, the tranquillizers were now beginning wearing off, and that fall certainly hadn't done it much good.

'Stupid bloody sister'

Hundreds of meters up, the cops were starting to come down to see the wreckage. They luckily hadn't seen him jump, otherwise he too would be filled with lead by now. He started to walk down, pretending to be a normal civilian. The cops passed him, and landed a distance from the wreck. Dozens of people were gathering round both the wrecks now, so he would only be another face in the crowd. When he got to the bottom, he saw the cops walking to the wreck. Quickly he started to walk towards one of the hovecars on the street, desperate for a fast escape. When he was far away from the crowd, and hoped no one was watching, he put his elbow through a parked hovercar window, shattering the glass, and reached inside to open the door.

'HEY!'

Jonathon quickly spun round. A civilian in the crowd had seen him. This definitely wasn't good.

'HEY, COPS, HEY!, THIS GUYS TRYING TER NICK ME CAR!', he shouted.

'Oh shit', cursed Jonathon.

This was the last thing he expected anyone to do...



Elvis awoke on the cold, bloodstained marble floor, still nauseus from the sight. He dragged himself to his feet, feeling sick. Trying not to look in the rom again, he closed the door. Was Jo still alive ?, he wondered. She had to be!. He headed to the office next door...

His heart sank when he opened the door. Three bodies, and one was Joanna, a brown leather coat with bullet-holes covered in blood half-over her. Elvis burst into tears.

Fifteen minutes later, he recovered himself.

'WHO DID THIS ?!', he shouted, in a sudden mad fit of rage.

'WHO ?!...I swear I'll kill you, whoever you are...', he said darkly.

Then he spotted the magnum bullets...



Jonathon began to run, un-holstering his reloaded Falcon 2 and Magnum. He was definitely going to need them. The 10 cops behind him started to give chase, also un-holstering their weapons. With dismay he realised they recognized him as the guy they had just shot down. Now they would shoot him to death on site.

'Hey, how the hell did he survive THAT ?!'

'I thought we'd got 'im!'

The crowd went hysterical, running in all directions when they saw the guns. Luckily, some got in front of the cops, giving Jon a few extra metres. Then Jonathon spotted the empty, open cop cars. They certainly hadn't been expecting anyone to steal one. He changed direction, heading straight for the nearest one. As he leapt in he fired off a few shots at the cops, who had pushed their way past the crowd, hitting one in the arm twice, and another once in the leg, grinning at their cries of pain. He had them now. This, for a change, was going to be a lot easier than he thought. The dashboard in front of him had a single red button on the end of a direction stick which stuck out more than everything else. Jonathon laughed out loud once again. He pushed the button. The two mounted guns roared into action, large flames escaping from the barrels. Boy, was this gonna be fun!. He controlled the guns, aiming with the protruding directional stick, and laughing himself to tears. The cops started yelling, diving to the floor as bullets thudded along the ground around them, spraying up bits of concrete from the road. Two cops went down instantly, the ones he'd wounded earlier, holes blowing open their bodies, blood spraying. The noise was tremendous, and the whole car shaking with the recoil. He aimed for the three who were trying to run, half ducked down, sending them flying back with the force, and also perforating some of the running, screaming civilians nearby. Then the ones who were rolling along the floor, trying to make themselves harder targets. These were harder to hit, but still fun, Jonathon thought. This was too easy. They couldn't even shoot back, because of the hovercars' bullet proof armour. The remaining offenders didn't last long. Nine down. Where the hell was the other one ?, Jonathon wondered, releasing the trigger at last, and examining the carnage he' d created around. Nine downed cops, four dead civilians. Smoke curled from the dual barrels in front of him. It seemed quiet now, apart from the screaming people running around, and the hovercars whooshing overhead. Suddenly someone leapt through the open door, tackling Jon onto the seat and punching him in the face. Jon kicked the man off - it was the missing cop. He drew out and raised his Magnum, firing off a shot. The cop ducked just in time.

'I was the one who shot you down, and you ain't gonna escape me again', he seethed.

'You never shot ME down, you shot my 'car, and oh yes, you also shot down an innocent civilian too, didn't you ?'

The cop lunged at him again, clawing his face and punching him in the stomach. Jon grabbed the mad cops head and smashed it into the dashboard hard. The cop fell back onto the seat, dazed for a second, blood pouring from his nose. Jon whipped him in the stomach with the end of his gun, winding him, and then dealt a few painful blows to the chest. This bought the cop to his senses, and he started attacking again, with brute force. He thrust Jonathon off him, into the windscreen, cracking it, and dealt another hard punch to his already bleeding face.

'Die, d*mn you, DIE'

This guy was a good fighter, Jon realised, being kicked in the stomach again. His shoulder was killing him. The cop pulled a flick knife out of his sock, and slashed out with it, ripping Jon's bloodstained shirt open, and drawing a deep wound across his chest.

'Agh'

Red blood welled out. Jon fought on, unfazed, seeing red. The cop lashed out again, ripping the shirt further but narrowly missing Jon. Jon quickly kneed him in the face, spraying more blood from the cops gushing nose, and then hit him in the face another three times. Blood spattered from is battered face, onto the seats around. He thrust upwards with the knife again, but Jonathon grabbed his hand just in time, and turned it back on him, pushing it towards the cop. They struggled, both pushing as hard as possible. The cops strength weakened slightly, and Jonathon took advantage, forcing all his weight down at once. He won. The knife went straight into it's weilders lower gut, making him scream in pain as blood oozed out fast. Jon twisted it, making the guy scream again, until he choked on the blood welling up through his throat. Jon got up, taking his weight off the knife. The cop lay on the seat, bleeding heavily, his breathing gradually growing fainter. Jon picked up the discarded magnum, raised it to the cops head, and fired a single shot.

'See you in hell...'

He slowly got out, panting for air. DAMN what a fight. He hoped he would never have to go through another like that. He broke into a half limping sprint, not even bothering to re-holster the gun. A few people were gathered around, shocked at the massacre scene. As quickly as he could, he put his gun handle through another hovercar window, ignoring the gasps around him. He had to get out of this place. He pulled open the door from inside, jumped in, powered it up, and fled, heading to the CI again, the only place he knew he could be safe, at least to think for a while. It would only be a matter of time until the cops realised who he was. Good job he wasn't as well-known as his sister.



Perhaps she was good for something after all...