Bullets flew past Spike Beecher as he lunged into the air, dodging shots from Chance Gordon. The Haverton saw at what little time he had, that Taylor the armored brute was grasping onto his own head and constantly scream. Those screams were heading towards the direction of hysteria, Taylor ran for the hills, he went as far from the scene as he legs could carry him.
Spike turned to see Taylor's giant figure running, raising an eyebrow. A large pop sound was heard as Taylor's head blew up like a balloon, and found itself lost from his body for good. The body felt down like a tree, as Hardin's transparent form came out of the lifeless body and stood onto the ground feet first. "Detective!" he cried out. "You take care of the rest!"
