Alex had the beast's head in his sights. His eyes were sharply aligned with the target. Through the rusty earpiece he heard, "We're ready when you are, Chief."
He pushes the barrel of the gun just an inch out the window now. It was a patrol group. The leader wouldn't go down easy. Two shots to the head would expose the brain of the red-skinned menace, then the men under the street would activate the device. If it worked, the tide of the conflict in Manhattan might turn. If it didn't...
"Remember," he whispered in a low, rough voice, "this is just a prototype. If it works, we'll modify it to get through their skin for next time around."
"Got it, sir."
"Just make this one count."
It had taken five years of studying the patterns of the biosynthetic organs of the jecktar. Half organic, half machine, they were a force to be reckoned with. But now, they would regret having evolved in the way they did.
"Steady," Chief whispered. The patrol was drawing nearer. "I've almost got him."
There was silence on the comm channel. They were too close now. There was some sort of neural reaction they had with electronic pulses that made them able to hear them, and that included--.
POP, POP! The jecktar leader was shouting in pain, whirling around yelling. His team veered about, looking for the source of the blaster bolts.
"Punch it!"
VROOM! The Earth trembles as the device emitted its pulse. The jecktar leader kept yelling, and kept yelling, AND--.
"How long should it take?!" Alex snapped, staring with horror at the still standing enemy.
"It should've happened by now!"
Damn it all! It didn't work!
"Pull out, pull out through the back!"
He lined up his sights and sent a final shot into the head of leader, dropping him.
"Go, go now!" Alex cried.
"We're trying, it's just--SHIdavfadbiubib!"
Alexander Ethan threw his earpiece to the ground as the piercing disconnection noise rang out. He rushed down the building's stairwell, knowing there was little time and he had to make it into the restaurant where the group was hiding out. It was the kind that had steps leading underground, from the old days, before flying cars and all. He opened the front door and peaked down the road.
"YAGH!"
He charged, firing on the jecktar as accurately as he could. After letting off ten shots, two went down. The last eight in the group were already down in the restaurant. Explosions were going off. Chief charged down below, and when his gun was uplifted it appeared that only three beings were remaining: two jecktar and--.
"SAM!"
He fired off five well placed shots and the two jecktar went down. Sam was bleeding underneath one of their bodies. Alex dragged him out from underneath corpse and held him in his arms.
"Chief..." Sam uttered, barely breathing, "...we did the best we...I'm sorry...there were so..."
"It's my fault," Alex said, his eyes wavering as small trickles of water left the edges of his eyes. "I shouldn't have tried this. If we'd stuck with conventional methods..."
"We had blasters...down here. We wouldn't've made it anyway. You were the..."
He couldn't get the last words out. He had already left the body behind. Alexander Ethan sat quiet for a very long time.
He was now alone, one man against an army. No team, no allies, nothing. All that remained was darkness of New York, New York.