Police raised their arms to the man on the roof of the skyscraper. A trail of blood, screams, and phone calls had led them to this man.
"Put your weapons down and your hands behind your head!"
"I don't think your in any position to make any demands officer!"
"Do as we say or we will open fire!"
"Now that's not much of a threat is it?"
The man stepped forward and their armed men fired their bullets into his flesh. He stepped forward again.
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A hand reached away, trying desperately to escape it's bloodied body. A blade stabbed into the hand. As the sun set over the horizon, a helicopter rose above it.
"Now here's where we separate the men from everyone else." Everyone else being Ion.
He ran forward as the chopper opened fire, tearing his clothes apart and not slowing him down in the least. When he leapt through the air, screaming through the air, the pilot felt a tinge of fear strike him about as hard as Ion's hookswords struck when they hit the glass cockpit.
It wasn't as fearful as when he began plummeting to his death moments later.
Ion seated himself in carefully, prepared to take this thing straight into the heart of this corrupted city if he had to. Maybe after a hijacked police helicopter lands right in ring leader's face, people will think twice before giving in to their basest of urges.
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