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"Libby," Cindy moaned as Jimmy pulled her down to the ground. They began to roll down the cement hill.

"Are you insane?" one of Captain Smith's fellow officers asked as he ran ahead and knelt down beside Libby. He felt for a pulse, and his distressed face eased a little. He whipped out his radio. "We have a child down on East Twelfth Street. Critical condition. Ambulance needed immediately. Over."

"The handbook says police officers are allowed to fire at fleeing fugitives. Stay with the girl. Make sure she pulls through." She could have some useful information. "The rest of you purse the subjects on foot. Move!" The other officers hesitated. "That's an order!"

Jimmy and Cindy smacked into the pole of a stop sign. Well, Jimmy did. Cindy lay protected in his arms in front of him. Ignoring the searing pain in his back, he jumped up. Carl and Sheen rushed over to him. Cindy quickly pulled herself up as well. "Split up and don't you dare let them get you." He took out his pen laser and set it to the highest setting. He then tossed it to Sheen. "Run!" he shouted while running straight ahead.

Sheen nodded as he ran to the west. Carl ran east. Cindy stayed where she was, fire burning in her eyes. She whipped out her gun and cocked it.

The four cops ran over the hill. "Split up! Tail the kids!" Captain Smith shouted as he ran after Cindy.

"Holster your weapon, captain!" Officer Sanchez yelled to his superior. "Holster it!"

Captain Smith reluctantly put his gun back in its holster in order to keep up appearances.

Jimmy could hear the footsteps closing in on him. Risking a quick look behind him, he noticed that Cindy and Captain Smith were nearly dots. A policeman was ten feet behind him.

Jimmy abruptly stopped and spun around. He tightened his grip on his spear and scowled at the cop. "You killed my friend!"

The cop moved back a couple of feet. Easy. He's just a kid. "My captain was wrong. I'm not going to shoot you. Now put that thing down."

Jimmy screamed as he swung the heavy stick at the policeman's face. The man ducked and jumped backwards. "You killed her!"

The cop bit his lip, not knowing what to do. This kid meant business, but he wasn't prepared to shoot him. He reached for his pepper spray. "Calm down."

Jimmy's eyes darted to the man's hand reaching towards his belt. His eyes ablaze with hatred, he thrust the spear at the officer's hand. "Like Hell!"

The officer shouted in agony as the wooden weapon pierced through his right hand's flesh. Jimmy twisted the weapon around before pulling it out.

"I warned you!" the officer shouted while smacking Jimmy across the face with his good hand. As Jimmy fell to the ground, he reached for his pepper spray.

Jimmy rolled to the side as the officer let loose a stream of the burning mist. He swung his stick as hard as he could at the man's ankles. The officer fell to the ground. Jimmy jumped up and slammed his spear horizontally into the man's face, breaking his nose and nearly knocking the man out.

Jimmy knelt down and grabbed the cop's gun out of his holster. He put it in his pocket. He raised his spear and stared at the man's face. "Cindy said she warned you guys to stop following us. You should have listened!" he shouted while slamming the spear down as hard as he could into the officer's right leg. "Now stay down!"

Cindy's sneer deepened as Captain Smith approached her. She couldn't believe his weapon was holstered. "You killer her!" she shouted while emptying a bullet into his chest.

The man fell to the ground, a few dots of blood on his shirt. Cindy walked over to him and aimed the gun at his face. He's wearing a vest.

"Wait!" the man shouted while raising his hands. Cindy showed no signs of stopping. "Or the girl will die!"

Cindy faltered a little, but quickly tightened her grip on the trigger. "And me keeping you alive will protect Libby? Bull. You shot her. She's dead."

Captain Smith shook his head. "She's in critical condition. Me, you may not believe it, but I'm the voice of reason in this thing. Your mom will want to kill her. I might be able to convince her to let her live. So we can question her."

Cindy thought of her mother, chasing her across the street with a pistol, shooting down Jimmy's rocket. She didn't doubt for a second that she would kill Libby. She lowered her gun slightly.

"You better pray to God she lives."

Captain Smith flashed his crooked smile. "Lizzy will be fine."

Cindy's anger rushed back. "It's Libby!" she shouted while slamming the gun as hard as she could into the man's face. She heard a sickening crack as his nose shattered. He'll live.