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It had been an unusually uneventful night. They hadn’t descended to street level even once. But now the screen lit up with large red letters and numbers. A voice came over the radio, “Emergency distress signal from a citizen with a wrist alarm.”

Patrolman Jim Kelly hit the drop lever and started down. His partner, Tad Boleslaw, activated the night binocular screen. They foufourtnd what they were looking for almost immediately.

“There they are,” Boleslaw snapped. “Near the corner of Locust and MacArthur.”

Suddenly there was a lance of flame between the two small figures below.

When they swept in, one of the figures was sprawled over the gutter. The other was standing, facing them. He held a gyro-jet rocket pistol in his right hand.

Boleslaw and Kelly vaulted out and drew their guns. “Drop it!” Kelly yelled.

“I’d rather not,” the other replied with a grin.

“Drop that gun,” Boleslaw said dangerously.

“Why don’t you just try and take it from me?”