Chapter 4
Jet Black ran over. He pulled the gun out of the dead man's bloody hand. " Small gun. He had two shots in there, he only used one. The gun is extremely fast and high pressure. Ed and the other boy were still looking the other way, curious to what happened. " This is the Mars C.M.P Police. Drop all weapons you are carrying and put your arms in the air." They all did except the old man. " Drop your weapon damnit!" The officer's gun was budging into the old man's skin. The old man turned and grabbed the officer's wrist and twisted it completely around. He dropped his sword as it gleamed in the sun the dogged several bullets. Jet sat drinking coffee explaining to authorities what happened. They didn't believe the old man was capable of that, blaming it on him. The officer pounded several times on the table for the real answer. Jet continuously explained that he was not carrying the sword. The old man was already imprisoned for assaulting an officer. He was already convicted for the murder of both the men. Ed was also explaining what happened but the authorities could not tell what she was saying. Nobody knew where the boy was. The old man rose from the bench in his cell. His hand rose. Then all the fingers packed together in a line. He swept his hands across the bars. They fell upon the floor in groups of three. He ran out as guards chased him. He was not very fast, so they caught him quickly. He then flipped 4 of them over his shoulders and stomped on their faces, breaking their noses. He ran out of the narrow ghostly corridor the came to winding steps. He simply jumped down the middle and landed on his feet with a thud. " That will be all Mr. Black. Don't worry; we now have evidence to set you free. Sorry for the inconvenience and have a good day."
Jet Black ran over. He pulled the gun out of the dead man's bloody hand. " Small gun. He had two shots in there, he only used one. The gun is extremely fast and high pressure. Ed and the other boy were still looking the other way, curious to what happened. " This is the Mars C.M.P Police. Drop all weapons you are carrying and put your arms in the air." They all did except the old man. " Drop your weapon damnit!" The officer's gun was budging into the old man's skin. The old man turned and grabbed the officer's wrist and twisted it completely around. He dropped his sword as it gleamed in the sun the dogged several bullets. Jet sat drinking coffee explaining to authorities what happened. They didn't believe the old man was capable of that, blaming it on him. The officer pounded several times on the table for the real answer. Jet continuously explained that he was not carrying the sword. The old man was already imprisoned for assaulting an officer. He was already convicted for the murder of both the men. Ed was also explaining what happened but the authorities could not tell what she was saying. Nobody knew where the boy was. The old man rose from the bench in his cell. His hand rose. Then all the fingers packed together in a line. He swept his hands across the bars. They fell upon the floor in groups of three. He ran out as guards chased him. He was not very fast, so they caught him quickly. He then flipped 4 of them over his shoulders and stomped on their faces, breaking their noses. He ran out of the narrow ghostly corridor the came to winding steps. He simply jumped down the middle and landed on his feet with a thud. " That will be all Mr. Black. Don't worry; we now have evidence to set you free. Sorry for the inconvenience and have a good day."