You lunge up, letting Roy Duncan expire behind you. You feel the first pangs of guilt before they are suddenly shut down by a cold, focused feeling. Your breathing is steady. You feel no panic, no fear, just cold purpose. Why do you feel like a ninja? You're a high school student! You shoot down two more police officers as they draw their weapons, blasting them both square in the chest with perfectly aimed shots.
High above and outside, Good Jack and the Little Lost Boy watch the mayhem unfold