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Ford was running.
Just a few hours ago he was having a nice conversation about the troubles of astral projection with a shop keeper. ‘Did that bastard rat me out? Not important. Where did I put my…’
As Ford was looking for his magnet gun, his pursuers were already shooting. ‘Shit!’
Ford ran into an alleyway, temporarily shaking off the officers.
“Where is he!?” “I just saw him turning that way!” As the officers ran past him, Ford let out a sigh. He snuck around a corner pulling his black hood up. Blending into the crowd was easy compared to shaking those two officers off. Ford didn’t have any significant features in comparison to the other citizens.
‘Those two have been following me for a while’ Ford thought. He didn’t know when it started, but it felt like he was being watched since planet #188329r. He already had to get rid of them on the last planet he was on. It was slightly impressive for the police to follow him this far, but he had already layed out a trap in case of pursuers. Small decoys would lure them into an alley where they would get knocked out with gas. ‘They are probably already unconcious’ he reasoned after a couple of minutes waiting at a food stall and started walking towards it. Ford already contemplated what kind of equipment he could get from the intergalactical police officers. His main goal was one of their teleportation guns to get out of this place. ‘Maybe a new laser gun… mine isn’t working how it used to… or infinite rope? I could also get some money selling their things…. Or not.’
As it seemed to be, the officers were very much concious and not trapped, waiting for him to turn up. They didn’t see him, probably distracted because of the long wait. ‘Only one way to get through’. The “one way to get through” was a punch to one of the officer‘s face and a kick in the knee to the other. Caught by surprise, the officers couldn’t react in time to defend themselves properly, so they just got a one sided beating.
Just as Ford grabbed one of their teleportation guns, he heard a gunshot. Bang! He rolled behind a container and started fumbling with the buttons of the teleportation gun. ‘FastFastFast’
“Come out, come out, where ever you are!” A voice echoed from the opening of the alley. ‘I should’ve thought about their backup!’ In the excitement of finally having the chance of getting the equipment to escape this wretched place, he completly overlooked that they may send out a help signal.
‘Finished!’ Just as the officer was about to get to his side of the container, the teleportation gun finally powered up. Tipping in random numbers into the location part of the gun, a portal opened. Jumping through, he could faintly hear a shout just as the portal closed. “We will catch you!!”
—*—
Ford woke up with a splitting headache. ‘What happened?- I wasn’t out too long, was I?’ As memory’s of the altercation came back to him, he looked around the spot he was lying. He was too tired to lift his head properly, so he awkwardly moved it to the side. Next to his head was a big stone. ‘I probably hit my head on it’ that explained his headache. He looked a bit further and noticed an opening between two brick walls. ‘I’m probably still in an alley way’
Now to the most important part… the teleportation gun! Ford forced himself to sit up right and groaned. He rubbed at his eyes to bring back focus to his sight.
He reached one hand next to him where he could see a blurry shape similar to the gun.
‘NoNO“NO!” Ford exclaimed. The gun was broken. A couple of splinters lay next to it, presumably of the location board. Ford tried scooping some of the parts together in a desperate effort to repair it. ‘Stay calm, you got this’ Ford tried to encourage himself. ‘As long as it has the juice I can just replace the screen.’
As if fate wanted to make his life harder, he noticed blue fluorescente liquid beneath the splinters. ‘No matter, I will just have to repair it fully. I still have the gun… Maybe it’s a given. They could’ve probably tracked it.’ He sighed while standing up and shoving the rest of the broken gun into one of his pockets. ‘Don’t cry over spilt milk.’
He made his way over to the exit. “That’s him! He fell through the portal!” A woman screamed. Ford noticed a small group gathering around the opening of the alley way.
“Sir, you are under arrest for public quirk usage! You’ll have to come with me to the station.” Presumably a police officer said. ‘Does he know who I am? No, he didn’t say my name and I am in an underdeveloped planet, I made sure of it!’ Some of the crowd took photos and held their phones up. ‘I can’t be seen!’
Ford pushed past the officer and made a run for it. “Sir, don’t move or I’ll have to shoot!’ The police man screamed while running after him. ‘At least my face is covered. And what is a quirk?- I’ll have to do research on that later.’
The police man was already panting and growing increasingly slower. ‘All the hiding and running away is finally paying off. At least one good aspect of being a multiversal criminal.’ Ford joked to himself.
Ford heard sirens in the background, far enough away to have time to get rid of the officer. He deliberately let the officer see him slip into an alley. As the police man rounded the corner, he got a nice hit to the back of his neck and passed out instantly.
With the little time Ford had until the police car came, he thoroughly looked at the officers face. He had blue skin and multiple eyes. ‘Was that a tail on his head..?‘ Ford concluded that he wasn’t on a human planet, or at least on a heavily mutated one.
—*—
Ford was currently situated in an Internet café. ‘How fascinating… That human biology can change so fast in such a short time! I’ll have to do some more research, preferably on a live specimen. Emitter, transformation, mutants,.. and a whole new job branch! Heroes, villains, which sounds a lot like propaganda, but I can work with that…‘ Ford did some more research on the heroes patrol routs and quirk biology. He didn’t want to seem too much out of place like a tourist, so he scouted some websites to learn a bit Japanese to get by.
Ford slipped out of the café to avoid paying, since he didn’t have their currency. He also risked being seen by surveillance cameras since he couldn’t exactly use his electronic-devise-disruptor in an internet café.
His next stop was in a convenience store, where he snagged some protein bars, water, toothpaste and a toothbrush. Ford looked around some more and took a free newspaper sample to alleviate suspicion before finally walking out of the store. Down the street was his next stop: the hardware store.
Ford didn’t know if they had the right parts but it did no harm looking. The store did in fact have some smaller parts he could use to fix the screen. He slipped a phonescreen cover into his jackets inner pocket and sneaked out of the store. ‘Success!‘
~~~
„Haaaaa“ Aizawa sighed. ‘Another villain stealing my sleep.‘ The commission put another case to his giant workload. ‘Let’s see… multiple counts of theft from convenience and hardware stores, public quirk usage, oh, and also assault and battery on a police officer. Eyewitness reports say it’s a masked man wearing black… Quirk is either teleportation or electronic disruption… first seen coming out of an alley way.‘ He leaned back in his chair, thinking about having a nice long sleep in his bed. Five cases, correct twenty problem children’s tests and patrol until he could go to bed and hopefully catch at least 2 hours of sleep. ‘Couldn’t they have found another more suitable hero? I’m sure there are a lot of new ones begging for work.‘
Aizawa thoughts got interrupted by a police officer knocking on his office door. „Umm, Sir..? We have new information on your latest case. A girl working at an Internet café saw him a couple days ago. Allegedly she saw six fingers on each hand- well, his gloves had six fingers, but it’s the same thing! And we could make out the same thing on the surveillance cameras tape. A bit blurry but enough to-“ the police officer got interrupted by Aizawa waving him off. „ You can go.“ The police officer left hurriedly with an awkward goodbye.
Aizawa could do quite a bit with this information. He called some of his more observational contacts to keep an eye out for a six fingered man in black.
After finishing up his paperwork he made his way out to do his own searching. Once outside, he used his rope to jump onto the police offices building and start his patrol.
~~~
Ford was tired. The last few days in this world were very stressful because he was constantly on the run. He could only catch a couple hours sleep per night. Even in his tired state, he formulated a plan to get the teleportation gun juice. The past few days were spent examined the rest over fluids from the inside of the broken juice container with the utensils he had. Ford was pretty sure he could vaguely replicate it. The broken fluid container was also already dealt with with the stolen goods from another hardware store. It took him longer than he wanted to admit, which he blamed on the limited recourses he had.
His plan was simple: break into a government facility. He already prepared by hacking into that specific buildings software, stealing the buildings construction plans and confirming that the resources he was looking for were there.
As the night approached, Ford creeped out of his hiding spot in front of his target building. He activated a self made app on his (stolen) computer which would play a loop on the cameras for the next hour. ‘Hopefully they won’t notice.‘
It was easier than he thought to slither past the security guards at the front gate. Since he memorized the security guards paths it was easy to avoid them. Ford had to sneak up to one and cover his mouth to choke him with his arm and drag him into a secluded room. He changed into the stolen clothes of the now unconscious security guard, shoved his own into a small bag and went on his patrol path in his place. The area he wanted to enter was more heavily guarded and in the basement. He went right past the two security guards in front of a big door as inconspicuous as possible. His goal was the door right next to theirs.
„Wait“ the guard with the giant horns and big dinosaur hands called after him. Ford tried to seem as relaxed as possible while his heartrate went up and he started sweating. „What is it?“ he answered, in a heavy American accent. „Do you have clearance for this area? Show me your pass.“ Ford was prepared for this moment as he had robbed the guard with a clearance. They could not see his face because of the helmet and face cover of the uniform. The guard he knocked out/ robbed had a similar or „more typical“ human face.
After the small inconvenience Ford was let on his way and he finally went into the room, which was just a small storage space. He couldn’t take too long as to not draw the guards suspicion and them coming to check. Ford took out his laser gun and suction cup handle and began his work. He knelt down next to the wall which connected to the heavily guarded one and attached the suction cup handle to the wall. He started his laser gun and moved it in a clean circle on the wall while holding the handle. After closing the circle, Ford carefully put down the circular cut out wall as to not make any loud noise.
Ford stepped through the hole in the wall. He took out a torch to see better because the room was doused in darkness. Looking around, he could see multiple cylindrical containers with different labels, more than half of them having a „bio hazard“ or „toxic“ sign.
‘Arsenic,…lead,…mercury…‘ most of the cylinders contained toxic chemicals, but what he needed was ‘Highly concentrated Cyanide!‘ Ford took out a vile and spoon from one of his pockets and was careful to put his mask in place, before making a small cut with his laser gun into the container. He scooped some of the salt out with the spoon and slowly started to fill the vile.
After finishing up, he closed the vile and taped shut the small hole with duct tape. Ford went back through the circle into the storage room and closed it up with the remaining wall and a bit of gorilla glue. He took back his suction cup handle and stood up, finally ready to leave. Ford picked up a random box so that it looked like he actually did take something from the storage. ‘My hour is almost up.‘ He left the storage room behind and strolled past the guards. They only glanced at the box he was holding and didn’t give him much mind… until an alarm went off.
‘Don’t seem suspicious… just walk past them‘ Ford kept his calm as he walked in an even pace until he rounded the corner and started running. He discarded the box on the way up the stairs from the basement. As he approached the exit he started walking slower to not seem suspicious. He pulled his helmet down and kept his head low.
Ford grit his teeth as another security guard stopped him on his way. „Nobody’s allowed to leave, buddy. Go back to your post.“ Ford went to turn around, but the guard with the giant horns stormed at them from down the hall. „That’s him! Don’t let him go!“ his voice bellowed.
He seemed to have been heard, as multiple other security guards stormed at Ford. Ford ripped his arm out of the security guards hold and made a run for the exit. ‘I can do this- there are only five security guards in my way, if I just…‘ Ford evaded the first by jumping forward and rolling past him on the ground as the guard reached out for him. He kept running, punching the second with a left hook clean to his nose. ‘Three to go.‘
Ford took out his grappling hook and shot it at the ceiling near the exit, where the hooks burried themselves. He activated the pistol and shot straight over guards three and four. As Ford was swinging towards the exit, he straightened his body and kicked the last guard in the chest with both legs. He rolled off and stood up in one fluid motion and kept running.
But of course, nothing really went his way since he got into this world. The facility had called a hero! Just his luck. Ford kept running even as the pro hero started using his quirk… which were… bubbles? He kept running, avoiding said bubbles, until one hit him square in the face. He braced himself for what was about to happen-
Ford got enveloped by the bubble. It even started floating. He tried stabbing it with one of his knifes, and then shooting at it which his laser gun trying to melt it. No such luck.
What Ford didn’t know was that his stabbing and laser shooting worked, but the hero was constantly creating new bubbles around him, right before the other popped. Ford still tried to resist, even after he was put down again and got cuffed by guard number two.
—*—
Ford was in a holding cell. After getting caught by the hero, now known as „wash“, and getting dragged to the police station, all his equipment got taken away- All that they knew of. He still had some hidden gadgets, like bobby-pins in the inside of his glasses, or an emergency knife in his shoe sole. They couldn’t detect them on the metal detector because they were made out of marselian bone. As good and strong as metal, just with the perk of passing inspection. Was a bitch to get them, though.
Time passed, probably just a few hours as they got him registered. ‘Probably connecting me with all those break ins. Not my first time…‘ Ford once got caught stealing from marselian graves, adding to his long list of crimes.
He passed his time going through equations in his head, and examining the room he was staying in to form an escape plan. As Ford was thinking about his moth collection at home, a police officer came to his holding cell. „Sir, I will take you to the interrogation room. Step out of the cell and turn around.“ The police officer opened the cell and waited patiently for Ford to step out of the cell. Ford complied, guessing what was being said, stepping out of the cell with his back facing the officer.
He kicked the officer in the chin, turned around and headbutted him. The guard buckled and reached for his taser, but Ford started choking him with his chains. When the officer passed out, Ford dragged him into his cell and stole his keys to remove the handcuffs.
Just as he was about to get rid of them, white fabric rapped around him.
~~~
Aizawa had a long day. The second his shift for the day ended and his patrol time began, he got called to the police. Reportedly, the hero „Wash“ caught his latest case. He made his way to the station while reading the report. ‘The villain broke into a heavily guarded government base and stole a strong dose of cyanide. One of the guards testified that he walked right past him into a storage unit. He thought it was suspicious because the alarms went off right as he stepped back out… went into the room to check, smelled glue…‘ as Aizawa finished up reading the report, he was already standing in front of the police station.
As he approached the door, a police officer ushered him to an office desk „Mr.Aizawa, this is a list of weapons and gadgets the villain was carrying. And this is all the other information we got of him.“ The officer shoved a thin stack of papers into his hands. ‘right to the point, I see.‘
The information they had on the villain was only half a page long, with his first appearance being the teleportation in the alleyway. ‘No name, age, or birth certificate‘ Aizawa sighed. ‘This will be the end of me.‘
After finishing up the paperwork related to this case, Aizawa made his way up to the interrogation room. A young police officer went on his way to get the villain, but it took suspiciously longer than it should. ,Did something happen?‘ He made his way to the holding cell unit as fast as he could, just to make sure.
Just as he guessed, the villain was currently trying to get rid of his cuffs. Aizawa swung his scarf towards the villain and pulled, effectively tying him up. „I don’t think so!“
Aizawa dragged the man behind him to the interrogation room, making sure to inform another police officer of the unconscious one in the cell.
Somebody was waiting for Aizawa and the villain in the interrogation room. „Tsukauchi. Good that you are here. We have barely any information on him“ Aizawa nodded to the scowling man he was dragging behind him.
~~~
Ford couldn’t understand much of what the people were saying. He didn’t know enough japanese, only having learned the basics and the anticipated lines to get through the guards. He got forced on a seat and got freed of the cloth by the tired man with the long fabric. The scarf man stood in the corner with his arms crossed, staring at him. The other sat across of him. The detective said something, probably an introduction. After that followed some (probably) questions.
Ford kept his mouth shut. The hero and detective grew increasingly frustrated. At one point, where the detective was repeating one of the questions, Ford interrupted him „I want a lawyer.“ Ford didn’t have a lawyer, but it would buy him time and finally shut the officer up. The detective looked surprised.
The pro hero mumbled until finally saying „What’s your name?“ in English. Ford still didn’t answer. The hero sighed and said something to the detective. The detective stood up and went out of the room, the hero following shortly after. Making sure the officer and hero were far enough away, he moved his chained hands to his glasses, sure to be in an angle the camera couldn’t see, and pretended to clean them, slipping the bobby-pin into his sleeve.
~~~
Aizawa and Tsukautchi made their way to the break room, where both of them made themselves a strong coffee. Tsukauchi took a long sip of his coffee. „He lied.“ Aizawa looked at Tsukauchi with a questioning look. „What?“ „He doesn’t want a lawyer… I don’t know what he wants, but it’s not a lawyer.“ Another long sip of his coffee. „We do have to give him one, though.“
They did have new information on the villain. He was probably from an English speaking country. It was highly likely to be America because of his accent. ‘Time to make some calls‘
~~~
Ford’s hands were finally free. A bit sore, but nothing a bit lotion couldn’t fix. He sneaked out and stayed close to the walls. ‘Storage,… interrogation room 5a,…evidence storage unit 1.‘ Ford quietly opened the door, luckily no police around. There was a big clear box, where he could see his jacket and gadgets inside. Next to it was a zip bag with the highly concentrated cyanide still in the vile. He took his things, put his jacket back on and went down the stairs to the second floor. The first floor had the exit but was too packed with police officers for him to go unnoticed through the front or back door. He went down the corridor to the window facing the street. Ford began sprinting towards it, jumped while curling into a ball, and crashed through the window, cushioning his landing with a roll and sprinted further down the road.
—*—
Aizawa had a bad day. He was currently doing overtime and his last case’s villain just ran away, effectively keeping him away from sleep. This villain was a particularly slippy one, as he went unnoticed in a police station full of trained police officers. His things were also gone, stolen right under their noses. They couldn’t even determine how he got out of the cuffs because he wasn’t facing the camera.
A police officer was currently searching the nearby camera tapes for the villain, but the only one where he was seen was him jumping out of the second floor window and then disappearing into the street. Nothing. They had absolutely nothing. It was currently two hours ago when he broke out.
The only informative news he got was from the American branch- also drawing blanks. Either he didn’t have a criminal record there or he went through plastic surgery. Nobody with his quirk(s) had a similar appearance to his or were in his age range. So also nothing.
~~~
At last, Ford had luck. His escape went smoothly and he could evade the cameras with no problem. He was currently in his last hideout, where he kept his other equipment he didn’t need for the break in.
Ford would’ve stayed longer in this world if he didn’t have a fresh criminal record here. He could’ve done research on quirks and how they mutated.
He would’ve still needed the teleportation gun to flee if his pursuers followed him this far, and now he had the last ingredient!
‘I already have the, unicorn spit, time baby’s milk and highly concentrated cyanide. Now I only have to measure the right amount and mix it.‘ Ford picked up one of his measuring cups and poured in the precise amount of unicorn spit and time baby’s milk, careful not to touch any of it, and then the cyanide.
‘The mixture should replicate the teleportation juice good enough.‘ After Ford poured the ingredient together and mixed them, he put a couple drops of the left over juice inside. The mixture started turning blue as he swirled it. ‘Perfect!‘ Ford put the fluid into a syringe and squeezed it into the teleportation guns fluid container. He moved to a more open area in his hideout to test it out. The gun started up with a low buzz. ‘A good sign.‘ The location display flickered to light.
He typed in a planet he knew all to well. He still had a couple of friends there and the government wasn’t tracking him there since it was a neutral planet. He had a clean slate in that place.
After he pressed the „finished“ button, he aimed the gun at the blank wall opposite him. A blue warphole shot out of the tip. It seemed a bit unstable but was holding up- for a couple of seconds. „What- this can’t be! My measurements were correct. I made sure of it!“ Ford was rightly enraged as the portal collapsed in on itself.
He stomped over to his equipment, where he studied the material he used. Nothing seemed amiss, except the left over teleportation fluid. He put a drop of it under his microscope.
Ford could see a bit of dust ‘Could it actually have such a big impact? I know I replaced quite a bit with the unicorn spit.. but it should have worked! How fascinating…‘ Fords anger was all but gone with his new scientific discovery. He pulled some crumpled paper out from under his research kit and started writing down his hypothesis as he mumbled on about different theories, speculations and contradictions.
—*—
Ford worked on his thesis until the early morning hours. He was exhausted, to say the least, but his efforts payed off. ‚I haven’t been this exhausted since my mu- Bill and I worked on the portal.‘ his mood soured as soon as his own mind reminded him of Bill. He finally had his mind free of worry of his old partners pursuit, now filled with intergalactical police chases and his ever growing list of interdimensional crimes. But of course his mind had to betray him. Ford sighed .‘I need some sleep.‘
After a nice hour long nap, Ford decided to go to the library. He needed to get his mind off of his failed reparation project (and Bill).
Ford spent the next few hours reading a paper on „pro hero support items“. It was interesting how humans evolved to have hightech gadgets for military purposes, but still not enough research on cancer. ‘So it’s the same even here, 200 years in the future.‘ He was slightly disappointed to find out how little scientific research was done these past few centuries. If he was to stay here longer than planned, he would take matters into his own hands.
Ford spent the whole day in the library, reading about robotics and bioengineering. This planet had very advanced mechanics, even using robots as a way to test students in hero schools, such as „UA“. As the library closed up, he snatched a cracker packet from the front desk before leaving. ‘I should probably find a new hideout. Better to be on the move than to stay in one place.‘
At the base, Ford packed his stuff. He burned the teleportation guns remains and put the fluid into his pocket, since it might have good use later on for a different experiment and it would have been a waste to throw away such hard earned materials.
Looking for a new hideout was easier said than done. He must have had good luck on finding his first one, because heroes were lurking in every corner, waiting for a chance to catch villains. ‘This is probably why no villains came near my safe house.‘
Deciding it was easier to move on a roof than in cramped alleyways, he zipped himself onto a rooftop with his grappling hook. The smell of piss and garbage disappeared almost instantly, a cool breeze washing over his face instead. It was night now.
~~~
Aizawas patrol just started. He was in a bad mood because the villain he was supposed to catch hadn’t been seen the past two days. There were no signs of theft with cameras failing or another break in at a government facility.
His eyes scanned the rooftops and the alleys squeezed between the buildings. ‘No villains… this area has been cleared for a while, shouldn’t they put me on a new route?‘ As Aizawa was thinking that, he spotted a suspicious figure on one of the rooftops. ‘The commission wouldn’t put two heroes so close on their patrol way, would they?‘ It was probably just a small time villain, but something in his gut told him to just observe. As he got closer, he could see the familiar jacket of the villain he was trying to find these past few days.
Aizawa followed him quietly. The villain was just running in one direction, sometimes looking down into alleys. ‘Does he have trouble getting off the rooftops?‘ Just as Aizawa was about to make his appearance, there was a blue flash in the alleyway in front of the villain. ‘Another one? Does he have backup?‘ The villain with the six fingers jumped down. Aizawa sneaked up to the opening and looked down, observing.
The six fingered villain struck a defensive pose, as the two others who caused the blue light pulled out guns. One of the two yelled something unintelligible. (Now named for convenience) Six fingers rolled out of the way as the first shot rang through the channel. The bullet had a weird blue glow to it. He pulled out his own gun and started firing shots at their knees. One hit, and the villain with the beak fell to his knees. The other, with the blue horn, positioned himself protectively in front of the other. Six fingers‘ gun was probably out of ammo, as he pulled out a second gun? From what he could see, it had a flatter, round surface. The six fingered villain activated it and the still standing one’s gun was ripped out of his hand and collided with the flatter one. It was probably magnetic. The horned one looked confused, but started running at six fingers. He tried to dodge but the blue horned villain pulled him back by his hood and delivered a kick to the back of his knee. Six fingers buckled, but turned on one foot and sweeped the legs out from the other. As the villain tried to stand up again, the six fingered one stole something from his belt and jumped back, as the beaked one threw something at him. The first villain ran towards him and stole a similar devise from this one’s belt.
As the two new villains seemed defenseless and Aizawa would only have to deal with his original target, he jumped down. Aizawa slung out his skarf and the villain dodged. The villain suddenly pulled out a grappling hook and swung onto the roof, Aizawa followed him, but he was gone. ‚I should probably first take care of the others‘ He went down into the alleyway again, but the other villains were gone too. He grit his teeth, ‘I will get into trouble for this‘.
~~~
Ford was being followed, which was a really bad timing, as his gadgets readings had told him another portal would open nearby. He decided that the portal was more important to find than getting rid of his passive follower. He could just get rid of him later, when he had a portal gun.
After a couple of minutes of going into the direction the devise told him to, a blue light appeared, a signature sign of a portal opening. He jumped down, expecting a couple of officers, but he didn’t expect this. These were the same pesky officers that he knocked out on the other planet, and the planet before that. ‘Don’t they ever give up?‘ „WE WILL GET YOU THIS TIME, STANFORD PINES!“ They pulled out their guns and started shooting aimlessly. ‘You would think that they got better at shooting after all this time. Who hired these guys?‘
It was easy to avoid, and Ford could even get a good shot at one of their knees with his stun gun. It was the first gun he could grab, so he switched it to his magnet gun as the blue horned officer checked on his comrade. He didn’t want to permanently disable them with his laser gun, as they weren’t a threat. ‘But you can’t be too sure…‘ Ford didn’t have time to overthink his decision as the officer once again pointed his gun at Ford. He activated his magnet gun, effectively disarming him. What he didn’t expect was the officer running at him. Ford could dodge in time, but the officer pulled him back by his hood and kicked him in the back of the knee. It hurt pretty bad ‘I should’ve switched to the laser gun!‘ He turned around and kicked the officers legs from under him. He fell over, and Ford could see the teleportation gun strapped to the back of his belt. He snatched it, but the other officer threw a ball full of alien adhesive at him. Luckily he could dodge, or else it could’ve ended pretty badly.
As the officer was distracted by his failure, he ran towards him and stole their second gun, the officers now having no way of escaping this planet.
His stalker finally showed himself. It was the pro hero from the police station. His fabric had already made half its journey to Ford as he could barely dodge. He made his tactical retreat to the rooftop, where he pulled out one of the teleportation guns and tipped in a random universe and planet in his haste, again.
Ford jumped into the unknown through the blue portal light.