Inspector Savins and his team including Constable Hansen shuffled their way upstairs, keeping their firearms close. Before turning the corner, the Constable turned to Savins.
"Whatever happens sah, it was a pleasure servin' with you, with all of you. We shall remember what has happened here today, an' not just us, those that will become stronger, an'..." Hansen said confidently but was interrupted by Savins.
"GET THAT MAN!", Savins screamed as he pointed to the man scurrying along to the crumpet store. The officers bunched up behind plants, hastily kicked down tables, and the outcroppings of the walls.
"TAKE HIM OUT! NOW!", Adam ordered furiously to his men, and was met with a hail of gunfire. Ducking, he pulled out his weapon and returned the favor. Fire from both sides was largely ineffective as the edges of the walls and the barricades were deflecting most of the shots. A few officers here and there were singed but continued fighting. Thinking quickly, he tugged at his belt and threw one of his flash grenades over his head, only for the bomb to hit the ceiling and bounce straight back. Panicking, the Inspector kicked it out into the first floor, hearing a dull thud seconds afterwards. Looking up from his barricade, several energy bolts sizzled past where his head was and this time, made sure the flash bang was thrown correctly.
Hearing several shouts and screams over the continual blaster fire, Savins shouted for the officers to push forward and gain more ground. Constable Hansen rose up from his barricade and ran while firing from the hip, with one of the shots slicing through a plant, the remains catching fire as the bolt cleanly hit one of the criminals. In their new position, Savins was able to see more clearly where the criminals were hiding, and began unloading blaster shots in their direction.
"WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BLOODY HIT THE CRUMPET STA..." Adam yelled in protest against the roaring blaster fire.
"Jellico! I need another blaster pack. I'm out!", the excited Inspector shouted, and in return, received a small cartridge.
"Sah! We cannot continue to hold like this! They have much heavier weaponry than us, and sooner or later, they will destroy the barricades!", Hansen said above the din.
"Keep picking them off Hansen! We don't have much support over here, so we'll have to make with what we've got!" Savins exclaimed. Throwing the last of his flash bang grenades, Savins crept along the left and right side of the floor, taking cover in the various pockets of where his men returned fire. Seeing only dark silhouettes against the red flashes from the blasters, Savins fired. Suddenly, the pistol overheated and was thrown on the ground. In pain, Savins threw himself against the wall while sheets of blaster bolts chipped away at the marble. Grasping his hand, he looked over to his men ducking and firing, some dropping and taken away while the others continued their fire.
Without warning, a slight tug was felt at his side and the world began to spin for the Inspector. Exclamations and shouts for help were heard as all sound began to quiet in volume as Adam's head met the marble floor. His eyes open, he saw he was slowly being pulled away by Constable Hansen, looking extremely worried. He tenderly felt his side, only to feel a sticky substance on his hand.
"Sah! Sah! Are you alright? We'll get you the first aid as soon as possible!", said Hansen looking flustered.
Motioning with his head to get close, Adam whispered, "Do you know what I can't believe? One hundred and twelve credits for a pair of football boots. Football boots! Who would have thought!", and with that, his eyes closed.
"I need someone here quick! The Inspector is down!", cried Hansen. Two other officers joined him with the first aid and began frantically working while minding the blaster fire.
"Get the scanner going, keep the fire away from us."'
"He's going into shock! Concussion seems very likely! We need to get him out of here..."
