Albert eyed the scene with a slight groan, as she watched the brazen display of Epics. They could be all the carefree they wanted, with wonderful skills bestowed by birth. Not like officer McKenzie, rest in peace. Or himself. He clenched his teeth. The Kryptonites were retreating, their own forces advancing.

Was this how the story ended? Was this what he was going to show to his partner's family? Just saying that Epics covered his bum and nothing more. The lad deserved better. He had been patient enough to wait for his grumpy nature to settle. He had bought the doughnuts, even if they were horrible. And that cow and her cronies were escaping.

"Arse." He muttered under his breath. The wounds on his back stung. But he felt alive. This was not the City. This was the jungle. And in front of him there were retreating ratmen. Taunting at every step. Albert began to run. Little by little his cop persona became eroded. He was once again Gungnir. And he could wound the invincible. He moved at a pace that would make an athlete blush, discarding the bulbous weapon and reaching for one of the assault rifles they had been using earlier.

He still knew how to use them. They felt natural in his grip. He had half a magazine. He switched to semi automatic. He wanted to do all those shots manually. The reach of the weapon was adequate. The sights... he wouldn't need, as he squeezed his own eyes. A difficult shot. But not impossible. He aimed and took fire.

McKenzie. The boys at the station. The chief. The innocent lads and lasses these guys killed. Each shot counted. The first ones zipped past. The remaining ones caused havoc, digging deep into the boat's engine and steering, killing the horsepower of the machine. Without engine, the boat in which the woman and her comrades would not go far.

"How's that for a pound of flesh, love?" Gungnir hollered, his weapon aimed at the Kryptonites and the woman, with little way to escape. "I did say you were under arrest. Now be good lads and cooperate!"