Chapter 3
Dust circulated on the area where a part of the station's wall used to stand. An impact from the powerful hand beam caused nearby policemen to be sent leaning on the other side of an undamaged wall. Eddie was unconscious, so were other policemen. Even the chief suffered an injury to his arm. He also lost his beam pistol and tried hard to find it.
Meanwhile, Flyer appeared after the dust cleared. He turned his attention to Jamal, who was still awake but shaken by the whole situation. Flyer's sights were set, and he directed his target on the young man. With no one, it seemed, to really assist him at that time, Jamal felt that he was close to death at an early age.
"Prepare to die!" the arrogant Flyer said as he was close to firing.
Then, he said, "Oh my God, please save me…"
Suddenly, Jamal felt a certain pull on the back of his shirt. It was Joe. His good friend dragged him down the stairs. So, down the stairs he went. The beam was instead shot towards the other side of the wall, creating a large hole.
Realising the damage he had done to the station, Flyer arrogantly exclaimed, "It seems that you all are very much defeated!" and a sinister laugh were produced.
Without his knowledge, the conscious chief had a beam pistol on his hands. He heard Flyer's words, and was not impressed at all. Instead, he prepared his pistol carefully, and declared, "Not all of us."
With that, a shot from the beam pistol directly hit Flyer, sending him out of the building. The high-tech beam pistol really did its work. Probably because it was in development for many years before being handed over to the police. The chief was impressed by it, but he had to make sure the arrogant villain was down and out.
To his surprise, he was down for a while, but certainly not out. No, he ran elsewhere. With the security cameras and computers broken, there was nothing he could do to track him down again.
Policemen in the building began to regain consciousness. While that was happening, Jamal had a conversation with Joe.
"I am saved," Jamal said. "Thank you very much, Joe."
"My pleasure, old friend," Joe said. "I had to do that, or else you might fry."
"Certainly," Jamal said. "And this is it, for me at least."
Joe was amazed by his friend's words, although he did not clearly understand it.
"What do you mean by 'this is it'?" asked Joe to Jamal.
"My career as a detective," Jamal said, "is officially over."
"What!?" exclaimed Joe. He got more surprised when he heard that.