Either it was the silence in the room, or that everyone was staring at Flint. He felt scared and nervous at the same time. No one in the room moved. The man in the dark blue trench coat slid his hand into his coat pocket and kept it there. Flint knew what was in there. The other man (who killed Dr. Jetts) stood there just staring. A glazed look passed through his eyes as he gulped. The atmosphere in the room was stiff and thick. No one dared move. Even Sam sat quietly in her chair. Her face had paled and she looked faint. The henchmen in the corner watched their boss's hand; still in the pocket. Then the man in the dark blue trench coat's eyes flickered to Flint and he pulled out a small dark blue ball. Confused, Flint had thought the gun was in the pocket.
"Well, Lockwood?" the man in the dark blue trench coat rasped and gripped the ball in his hand. The henchmen stared wide-eyed at the ball. They seemed to know what it was. One of them (Jag) covered his eyes and the other two shrank back in their seats.
Silence. Flint didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Lockwood? How should we deal with this matter?" the man in the dark blue trench coat asked in a louder voice.
"I don't know. Why can't we all go back to living our normal lives?" Flint then took a step forward and glared at the guy. Another silence rippled through the room. It was too much.
"We can do that. It's simple as that. Leave." The man threw the ball into the air and caught it. He glanced over at the other man in the dark blue trench coat who looked sick now. He took a nervous step back and gulped. The original man in the dark blue trench coat shot him a warning look.
"What about Sam?" Flint asked quietly and glanced over at Sam; who didn't return his look. Instead, she was nervously glancing at the dark blue ball in the man's hand. Her eyebrows furrowed. She seemed to know what it was too.
"What about her?" the man in the dark blue trench coat snapped and now gripped the ball even harder. The room was quiet and still again. Flint was staring at the ball. It looked like a bomb of some sort. Maybe it wasn't. But if it was, and he planned to drop it, he'd kill himself too. The helicopter would explode and will kill everyone. Flint thought of a bomb like the Giant Meatball he had survived. The meatball had exploded and sent shockwaves everywhere. He had survived that. One little bomb couldn't harm him. Well actually, yeah it can. There were no ratbirds to catch him as he fell. What about Sam? She was tied to a chair. Lucky for Brent, he was sitting in the flying car.
"Is that a bomb?" Flint then changed the subject and pointed at the ball in the man's hand.
"That's none of your business, Lockwood! Stop changing the subject!" the man shouted and then threw the ball onto the floor. Nothing happened. Flint watched the ball as it rolled around the room. How did it roll if the floor wasn't tilted? The ball made a loop around the room and then rolled to the original man in the dark blue trench coat. The other one took a step back, his face flashing a look of horror. Then the original man in the dark blue trench coat pulled a gun out of his pocket. The ball, meanwhile, cracked open in half and an orange smoke spilled out of the ball. The smoke smelled strongly of marinara sauce. It was the same smoke that was in the room was killed in. Flint watched as the smoke spread through the room and blinding everyone's view. There was a gunshot and Sam screamed. Flint couldn't see through the smoke, but he followed her strangled cries. She was ahead of him. Quickly, he knelt down and began to untie the ropes on her wrists, ankles, and waist and finally tore off the gag.
Gasping for air, he helped her up. She gripped his hand tight as Flint tried to find the window in all this smoke. The main question was: where were the two men? His broken arm knocked over someone and he quickly turned the other way. That answered that question. Then someone grabbed his collar and began to pull him back. Sam realized that someone was choking him and kicked the air behind Flint. A painful moan came from there and Flint was instantly released.
"There's the window." Flint rasped and led Sam toward the window. Then he remembered he had to break the window. An idea came into his mind. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and took at step back. Then he flung it forward. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room. At the same time, the orange smoke seemed to leave the room and out the broken window. Flint now saw Brent flew the flying car to the window. Looking behind themselves, Flint and Sam saw the two men across the room.
"They're getting away!" the original man in the dark blue trench coat shrieked. He began to run toward them, but Flint jumped through the window, with Sam in tow. Brent moved over, so that they landed into the car through the doorless side. As they landed inside the car, Brent quickly positioned himself at the wheel as Flint and Sam tumbled into the backseat.
"We'll get you Lockwood!" both men stuck their heads out of the window and then disappeared inside. Alarmed, Brent flew the car to the side of the helicopter, where the FLDSMDFR dangled from a pole, on a thin thread. The pole dangled from the inside of the helicopter.
"Brent! Drive closer to the FLDSMDFR! I'm gonna grab the pole!" Flint stuck half his body out of the flying car. Sam held his broken arm, while he held out his good arm to grab the FLDSMDFR. Brent nodded and drove up. Stretching forward, Flint grabbed the pole and then Brent quickly flew back a little. The FLDSMDFR was still dangling from the pole. As they flew back a little more, Flint sat back down in his seat and held the pole, so the FLDSMDFR was sticking out the flying car window. It was a good thing the FLDSMDFR wasn't raining anything. The flying car would be smashed by now.
Suddenly there came a loud shout and Brent, Sam and Flint turned in their seats to look out through the doorless side. The bottom of the helicopter opened up and a small black plane flew out. It was no bigger than the flying car. It was more like a miniature jet. The windows of the jet were tinted, but they could make out two figures in the jet. It was the men in the dark blue trench coats.
"Brent! Fly to the ground!" Flint ordered with fear at the edge of his voice.
"I'm on it!" Brent gripped the steering wheel and flew the flying car, nose down to the ground. The clouds in the sky were following the FLDSMDFR, so it had become harder to see. Instantly, Brent pulled the wheel to himself and the car zoomed upward. They flew in a straight line for a while, until Sam cried out.
"Brent! They're shooting at us! Turn!" Sam cried. Flint turned in his seat and looked through the back window. The jet's window had opened and one of the men had poked his head out the window. He held a gun in his hand and shot over and over at the flying car. The bullets were much bigger this time. One whizzed past the car and missed by a mere centimeter. Brent turned the steering sharply to the left and the flying car swiveled sharply to the left. Sam screamed as a bullet now hit the flying car's side and left a sharp indent.
"Let's hope they don't get one in the exhaust pipe. Then we're done for it." Flint tightened his seatbelt and watched as a bullet missed the FLDSMDFR. Brent now pressed the wipers and the sky in front of them became clearer. He slammed his foot on the gas and the car shot forward at a greater speed.
"Are they keeping up with us?" Brent asked out loud. Flint and Sam both turned to look back and saw the jet was keeping up. It was almost about to crash with them. But the men weren't shooting anymore.
"Yeah. And I think they ran out of bullets." Sam sighed with relief.
"Don't jinx it." Brent muttered under his breath and turned sharply to the right.
"No. They got more." Flint still watched the jet. Once again, bullets swooshed passed the car. Now the bullet seemed even bigger. Groaning, Brent looked out of the rearview mirror and turned to the left. Sam almost fell out of her seat. Flint helped her back in her seat and she quickly sat back down and tightened her seatbelt. Flint put a protective arm around her shoulders.
BANG!
"What the hell was that?" Brent looked into the rearview mirror again.
"That was the exhaust pipe. They got a bullet in." Flint told him.
"And you said we're done if that happens?" Brent demanded and clutched the steering wheel harder. Flint nodded and Brent's face paled. He tried to steer the car to the right, but the engine sputtered. Angrily, Brent positioned the car into a nose dive again. Wind ripped passed the car as it blasted face-down to the ground below. The jet behind them came down to a nose dive too.
"I see the street below!" Sam craned her neck and Flint looked through the window too. He hoped Brent will pull up before they reached the ground. If he didn't pull up, the car will crash and kill them all. They'll be LUCKY if they survive. The street below looked empty. It was probably under construction or the road was just closed. But it wasn't the same road near the Empire State Building. What worried Flint was that there were people on the sidewalk. What if Brent didn't pull up and the car and they landed on the sidewalk?
The ground got closer and closer as the flying car and jet blasted to the ground.
"FLINT, DROP THE FLDSMDFR!" Brent yelled over the roaring of their broken engine. The ground was getting closer. Flint let go of the pole and watched the FLDSMDFR rip off the thread and tumble down to the ground below. It smashed as it reached the ground. People looked up and when they saw the flying car and jet, everyone was running for cover.
"I CAN'T PULL UP!" Brent wailed suddenly and the ground was getting closer. He pulled the steering wheel to himself, but the car did do anything. The ground was suddenly right there. The flying car made contact with the ground and so did the jet. A loud sickening crashing sound erupted all around. People gasped as they approached the flying car and jet.
"STAND BACK PEOPLE!" a police officer suddenly appeared. He held the people back. Then he told everyone to wait and see if anyone stirred from the pile. They waited long minutes. No one stirred.
"I think they are dead." The officer whispered and came over to the steaming flying car and jet. Both lay in a broken pile. The men as well as Flint, Brent and Sam were under the heaps of broken metal. The police moved the car and jet parts aside and pulled the people out from under the hot metal. Then he stepped back and watched. The crowd of people got bigger and more people watched the pile quietly. Suddenly, there came a ragged cough. It was Flint. He half-opened his eyes and sat up in pain. His shoulder was bleeding again, as the stitches had come undone. His cast had broken away and his arm was bent in an awkward angle. He cried out in pain and people watched him.
The police officer watched him with wide eyes. Not everyday people survived crashes from the sky. Meanwhile, Flint opened his eyes fully and glanced around. His eyes fell on Brent and Sam who lay motionless on the ground. The two men lay a few feet away. Their trench hats had fallen over their faces. Staggering, Flint got to his feet and fell down to his knees near Sam and Brent.
He watched them both and tears fell out of his eyes and splashed on Sam's shirt. Then he turned around and looked down at the two men lying there.
"Aren't those the men who committed murder." The officer asked quietly. Flint felt himself nodding. Slowly he reached out and took off the trench hats, off the hidden faces. The faces that looked back at him had their eyes closed, but now Flint knew who the two men were. He moved away the high collars and gasped. The original man in the dark blue trench coat; the one who had stolen the FLDSMDFR, shot Flint in the shoulder had turned out to be the Mayor of ChewandSwallow. The other one who murdered turned out to be Patrick Patrickson from the Weather News Network. The one Sam hated so much.
Flint watched them both. When they awoke, both would be off to jail.