Pointing north towards the long-cutting Euston Street, James Campbell rode away from the car-filled debris of STAGLA gas station before coming out onto the open streets.  Once he had pulled out onto Euston Street, he turned hard towards Central Avenue bearing south.  Already he saw his first undead victims, attracted by the sound of living steel glinting within the last of the afternoon light.  Cars and bodies littered the road haphazardly, the dead and undead his only obstacles with vehicles not obstructing the middle of the avenue.
	"Here we go."
James revved his engine fiercely as he glared with a psychotic glee, staring straight down at the oncoming horde who groaned and retched what remained of their throats.  The moment he turned on the fully-charged chainsaws, bloodlust had come back to him fuelled in turn by his lust for speed.  Flesh upon steel, the raptor could hear the Duo Glide growl like a dragon between his legs, along with the dual chainsaws on either side of him trembling, edging for a climax of blood.  Roy was starting to turn nervous at what he was about to witness.
	"I'm done fucking around anymore...just be glad you fuckers aren't alive anymore to feel this."
	"FG?"
	"You want a zombie holocaust?"
	"You okay?"
	"I'll give you one...rrrrrrrrRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Roaring with his new engine, the FinalGamer tore straight into the zombie horde, ripping through deadened flesh and bone within a matter of seconds as the chainsaws shredded through their throats.  Shoulders were snapped and cracked in two, dozens of decapitations upon both sides of the street as dull blood splattered onto both raptors harmlessly.  So long as they did not keep their mouths open whenever ripping through the hordes, they felt that they would be reasonably safe from infection.
The vicious whirring blades carved through the walking dead like a hot serrated knife through blood-red butter.  What had once been men, women and children, were now nothing more than carnivorous soulless beasts that had lost all humanity.  It was the only reason he was able to cackle with maddening power as he tore down 20, 30, 40 zombies in one brutal drive-through.  James almost started to worry about how much he was enjoying this psychotic murder of the undead.  But if he had no problems before, he certainly wasn't going to now.

Even Roy found himself starting to enjoy the wanton havoc they wreaked upon the streets, if anything for how swiftly they were cleaning the city of its terrible disease.  But he was more afraid for FG, cutting down all ages and sizes of the deadened city populace.  Throats and spines flayed from their backs, heads rolled off to become crushed under American wheels, men and dogs of rotting flesh impaled heartily upon blades in their futile attempt to attack the two riders.  The raptor found himself nearing the back of the police station, reaching towards Ennerdale Street.
One particularly tricky obstacle was a bus nearly blocking the whole street, until the raptor saw a crack of the road leading up onto a police car.  James wasted no time in making an impromptu ramp out of it, screeching his wheels onto the Raccoon Police car and streaking past the back of the bus, landing heavily back onto the road.
	"HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  YEAAAAAAAH!"
	"W-WOAH SHIT!  Hah...hhhahahahah-sh-SHIT YER FUCKIN' CRAZY YANNO THAT?!"
	"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!"
Roy wasn't even thinking, trying to survive and not open his mouth anytime they went through a horde of undead.  The blood was not as sticky as he expected it to be, splattering all over both them and the bike to become shades of dulling red, long coagulated by the coming of death from the dozens they had already slain.  As they turned around towards the side of the police station, another horde awaited them up ahead.  But James saw that a deliciously large puddle of oil was nearby, making him cry out:
	"THINK YER BETTER THAN ME YOU FUCKIN' CORPSES!?!?  WELL FUCK THIS!"
He fired a blast of flame from his hands, a fireball shooting across the gravel before splashing onto the puddle.  20 zombies went up in flames, the barest comprehension of pain coming alight to all their remaining senses as they groaned in charring death.  Flesh dripped uselessly from shrivelled muscle to crackle and wilt upon burning water, as James streaked past them towards the Raccoon City High School, in his blood-stained silver dream machine.
The bridge of Ennerdale Street that went across the river was unfortunately crippled beyond repair, blocking their path with no apparent way through.  In fact, most of the surrounding area had been blocked by debris and car collisions.  James however recognised the high school as being the place he first landed on upon arrival, the roofs slightly interconnecting between buildings towards the south.
	"WHUT NOW?!" said Roy.
	"HANG ON, I GOT AN IDEA!"
Turning hard with a screech, he tore through the high school gates and ramped up the small stairway into the main hall.  What remained of both faculty and students left behind were soon reduced to reddened paste, the raptorcycle screeching through green-floored halls and past rows of lockers.  The chainsaws scraped and shredded through the thin steel lockers, severing them by the dozen as he left a trail of red behind them.  The roofs were not an option due to tighter stairways making it impossible to traverse, but he did find the other end of the school.

Slamming through the doors, which cracked hard enough from the speed to twist slightly off their hinges, he found himself between Fox Street and Darios Street crashing straight into a small group of 15 zombies.  Before they could even react, he spun in a circle with one chainsaw high and another chainsaw low, ripping through chests while crushing legs under his wheel.  Clearing the group out within a large circle of blood, red dripping from both steel and scale, the raptor revved up towards the east, through Darios Street and across the river via a smaller road south of the debris from before.
Soon the school was in sight, a humble-looking elementary school with one familiar well-armoured SWAT van out in front of it.  Alongside it however was an even more impressive armoured bus, specially modified by Raccoon Police for escorting large numbers safely.  The raptors stopped a small distance away, assessing the situation as they saw no police outside for now.  The large front school doors offered a perfect opportunity for one to get shot at into a million pieces however, as James began to devise an even riskier plan than before, turning to Roy with:
	"That bus looks even better for making a getaway dontcha think?"
	"Yeah...whut you thinkin'?"
	"First, get off the bike and head to the side of the school as fast as you can, find a side door or something you can lockpick open."
	"Huh?"
	"Don't worry..."
He turned with a dark smile that Roy had only ever seen in his own dreams about FG.
	"I got big plans for this baby."
Considering his ally was the one riding the bike, Roy stepped off and obeyed with a cautious step, heading around to the side of the school while James revved up with fanatical glee.  His teeth glinted like a shark in the moonlight, as he pulled out a handgun from his satchel.
	"Heh...so it all ends in a school does it?  ...looks like class'll be over soon."
He gently petted the bike's chassis, smoothly gliding his claws along it.
	"Don't worry girl...it'll all be over soon.  For all of us...you weren't gonna get out of this alive either way, as much as it hurts me to say that.  But I'm gonna make you a fucking hero...just...like...me."
In the darkest part of his mind, the one part of him that relished the violence against the undead, he felt his old ways returning to him briefly.  The young arrogant kid who wanted to shoot everyone he hated, who thought the world was against him and deserved nothing of his compassion.
It was a side he was now shameful of, a side that all people had felt at some point in their lives, the stupid youngster who never regarded consequences or empathy towards others in their blackest of moments.  But after the 50th kill or so of blood-festering zombie, he had desensitised himself long enough to know that he had only one person to save in this horrible wasteland.  And that no matter what, he was going to keep him safe.
Even if I have to kill everyone else to save you.
The slightest twinge of his heart agreed with him in darkest approval, as his hand twitched with an odd feeling.  The feeling scared him, shaking himself free of his bloodlust briefly as he revved the engine once more and prepared himself.  Racing towards the school doors, he slightly lifted up his body to separate himself from the bike's chassis, making sure the heavy-weighted handlebars were on course.  Once he was certain he was close enough, he fired at the fuel tank beneath him before leaping off the back of the bike, the bullet puncturing clean through.

As the motorcycle skidded and screeched slowly onto its side without its driver, the fuel dripped profusely from the bullet hole all across the front school yard.  The moment James landed onto his feet, he ignited the trail of fuel, the fire catching up with an insane streak of speed, a roaring burn of orange scarring across the blacktop.  The Harley-Davidson's final resting place was straight into the school doors, crashing halfway through before the fire finally caught up.
Glass, wood and metal exploded in a tremendous flash, a charring inferno blasting halfway into the school corridor as well as outwards into the air.  He headed off to where Roy now was, hearing the panicked voices of people from inside the school.  Roy had found a side entrance that appeared unguarded, the sound of heavy boots rushing towards the front end of the school making James smile at the chaos he had caused.  The black raptor understood, even if he had to admit:
	"That...wuz fuckin' insane man."
	"Heh, thanks."
	"That wuzn't a compliment.  You could've had yer ass killed."
	"Whatever, not like you care if I die or not right?"
	"...well either way, we got 'em all scattered inside."
	"You hear anything?"
	"Definitely police, ah saw a few of 'em run past thuh door, wearin' armor maybe but definitely cops are in there.  Some of 'em are regular boys in blue, beat cops an' such, but a few others were brown an' blue like you said."
	"Alright, got your gun ready?"
Roy nodded, yet he turned nervous as his fingers loosened the grip on his handgun.
	"This don' feel right."
	"What?"
	"Walking into a school with guns.  Just...rubs me up thuh wrong way.  Feels like...like ahm turnin' against everythin' ah ever stood for."
	"Because of the cops inside?"
	"Naw man, whut if there's kids inside?"
	"Then they're hostages, like Michael.  Look, think of it like this.  You got a bunch of people, probably held inside by a rogue police force.  We're the only ones who can get in and save them."
	"Ah know, ah know.  ...ah wish ah never came here."
	"You and me both.  ...why did you come here?"
	"Huh?"
	"Why did you come here?" asked FG.
	"Ah...ah dunno.  Guess ah...felt this feelin' ah had to.  Or maybe somebody told me to, gave me a li'l keyword or sumthin'."
	"Heh...that happened to me too...wait...you don't know anyone called Kirie do you?"
	"No...why?"
	"...never mind.  We're wasting time, we gotta find Michael and anyone else still in there."
	"Alrigh'...whut do we do about this Birnie guy?"
	"Fuck him, if he shoots us, he's fucking dead, you heard what Chris and that other kid said about him."
	"Alrigh'...okay, let's do this.  But if we can deal with any of 'em without killin', then do it."
	"And if they fire at us?"
	"...then it becomes self-defence."

Having already unlocked the side door in waiting, Roy cautiously peeked inside to see nobody for now.  The side door seemed to be in the administration section of the school, pale walls of grey-blue and yellow greeting them dimly.  A few offices laid here and there, two secretaries and a vice principal it seemed all nestled within one triumvirate of administrative power.  The staff room laid further, a plush-looking room of chocolate-brown couches with a coffee table and coffee-stained mica cabinets all around them.
Two officers were seated peacefully inside, regular blue outfits which both Roy and James took down non-lethally.  Sneaking up behind them to slam their heads onto the floor, they were soon bundled them into a large cupboard full of paperwork.  Taking some ammo from their bodies, James murmured to his ally:
	"You know you can make more ammo right?"
	"Huh?"
	"I did it before, back in Silent Hill...been years since I had to do it but you can."
	"Seriously?  ...shit, ah never knew, never had to."
	"Just giving you a heads up in case you run out, just think of the ammo real hard like with anything else and let the nanos work their magic."
	"Heh...makes sense, considerin' whut thuh A.R.M.E. wanted you for originally."
	"You as well."
Heading out of the staff area, they made their way towards the back of the school, which was where the youngest of classes were in a branching set of classrooms for 1st grade, 2nd grade, and kindergarten below them.  The cheerful pictures of potential artists who could barely count all of their fingers did not help the atmosphere, but the school was surprisingly absent of casualties.  The occasional pool of blood however gave enough of an image to both raptors as they saw two more cops patrolling the hallways.
Sneaking into the kindergarten room, James faked a child's whimper in order to attract attention while hiding under a desk, tables of fake wooden structure with metal reinforcements all around the edges.  One of the policemen heard the sound and went to investigate, checking over the room of bright yellow walls and scattered papers written with crayon and thick pencil.  Handprints of all colours lined the walls as James kept whimpering as pathetically as he could, until Roy could sneak from behind the door to choke the cop into submission.
Forcing him to pass out, he stuffed the police officer under a table before checking outside, seeing the other one prowling around near the 1st grader classes.  James attempted his whimpers again, but this cop was a little more forceful than the other had been.  He was also in brown and blue, unlike the boys in blue that they had KO'd previously.
	"I know yer here kid," said the brusque officer, "you shouldn't be out on yer own, you should be back with the others.  Now get out, or else you'll get punished."
James kept up his whimpers waiting for Roy to attack from behind a wall, but this officer was a little quicker on his feet as he turned hard straight into Roy's face.  The black raptor grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, before also throwing him onto the table.  The cop was about to shoot until James hurled a chair straight into his chest, forcing him to cover up before Roy fired back to wound him in the arm.  James followed up with a final bludgeoning before they hid and disarmed the officer of his equipment.

Heading up towards the 3rd grade hall, the scenery changed for the worse.  Scenes of even worse violence were more evident to behold, as blood spatters increased upon the walls along with the quality of children's art.  A larger hallway with several classes opened up, with one corridor leading towards the largest place in all the school.  The gym.  Three cops were guarding the entrance to it, as James faked an attempt at crying to bring at least one of them around the corner.
The raptor hid in the girls' bathroom, waiting behind a stall and kicking the approaching cop hard in the face the moment his stall door opened.  Roy was in the boys' bathroom, as he in turn dealt with the other investigating guards.  So far so good both of them thought, as they made their way towards the gym itself.  Peering through the double doors, which had porthole-shaped windows within them, they could see it was a sizeable hall with soft carpeted green ground almost like grass, or even astroturf as a crowd of people sat within.
Not counting the six heavily-armed police officers wearing brown and blue, the 27 people of various clothes and ages were all tied up, blindfolded and forced to sit still in waiting.  They all sat within one area, huddled against each other, but they could see no signs of Michael from their point of view.  Eventually, two more officers came in from the other end of the hall, the acoustics of the hall helping the raptors hear what was being said.
	"So?"
	"A motorcycle crashed into the front gate, just went out of control all twisted up."
	"W-...hhh...was...anyone there?"
	"No sir, no one's out there alive or dead."
	"Good.  Get two people and f-...fff...deal with it, clear the debris so w-...w-...w-nnngh god dammit, JUST clear the FFFFUCKING debris, so all of us can get out okay!?"
	"Yes sir."
Two officers went with another to head back towards the front gates, as the one with the bad stutter walked back towards the hostages.  He appeared to be the leader, considering he was the only one with a proper riot helmet on, the strongest of armoured gear as well as having a particularly vicious SPAS-12 shotgun, long-barrelled with a firm handgrip for fast-reloading capabilities.  A MAC11 Submachine gun hung from his belt, a sizeable piece with the muzzle of an assault rifle on a pistol-sized gun.
	"Don't...f-ffffucking need this right n-...n-n-SHIT!"
Stomping back and forth, his frustrations built as both raptors sleekly stepped back and away from the door, thinking of a plan they could hatch together.
	"That has to be Birnie," said FG.
	"Probably, Chris wuz righ' about them hostages too."
	"This makes no sense though, why the hell would a cop kidnap a bunch of people and stuff them in a school instead of getting out of here?"
	"Why don't we ask him ourselves?  First we gotta take care of his officers, then maybe lock thuh doors or sumthin' to stop anyone else from comin' in."
	"What about the hostages?"
	"Ah saw sum showers righ' next to thuh door they could hide out in.  We need to smoke 'em out."
	"...a li'l schoolyard prank?"

James smirked with Roy as they began to set a plan in motion, carefully noting the officers in the area before sneaking off to gather a few supplies.  A few minutes later, the three men came back from the front door of the school.
	"Trash is cleared Mr. Birnie sir."
	"Good, wh-...ETA?"
	"About five hours from now sir."
	"Army arrives...w-hhhh...w-hhh...wher-"
	"From Stoneville sir."
	"DON'T F-FUCKING INTERRUPT ME!"
Birnie shrieked into his slightly-flinching subordinate as his frustration hit breaking point.
	"I RUN THIS SHOW!  I TELL PEOPLE HERE, WH-TO DO!"
	"Yes sir, sorry sir."
	"Got it?"
	"Yes sir."
	"GOOD!  Go to the entrance again, m-...guh, guard it!  I don't need any surprises, not now!"
	"Right sir."
Heading off once again with exasperated walk, the subordinate went back to the entrance with his two most trusted men, as Birnie walked near his shivering hostages.  He was on the edge, his hands tense around the shotgun but keeping a practiced handle on them as he stomped near one of them.
	"SHUT UP!  If Umbrella need their employees, they'll pay to keep them safe!"
	"B-but some of us aren't even WITH the company," whimpered one teenager, "wh-why the hell you-"
	"I SAID SHUT UP!"
He swung his shotgun deftly across the teenager's cheek, knocking him down hard and causing a fearful clamour from the hostages of all ages, ranging from small children to middle-aged adults.  Amongst them in the middle was Michael, his one foot without a shoe now feeling rather cold from the school gym's floor.  He was bound up tightly among the centre of the group, the woman in pale orange clothes on his right trying to calm him.
	"It's okay sweetie, we'll get out of here."
	"B-but...he promised.  H-he promised he'd get me outta here.  I-i shoulda stuck close to him, I can't even..."
The boy began sobbing quietly to himself, fearful of his predicament and knowing that by the fact he had been here for almost three hours, he was never going to see his parents again.  They would escape the city without him, and they would never even know what happened to him.  All he could think of besides this, was what happened to his two raptor friends.  The last he knew, they were struggling to fight off against two monstrous horses, or three, he wasn't sure.  But something managed to take his mind off the whole thing.
An explosion from the far right corner of the room where the door was, the police all turning towards a sudden puff of smoke that quickly expanded throughout the place.  The hostages panicked with fright at the sound, having no idea of what was going on as the smoke began to thicken.
	"THE F-F-FUCK'S GOING ON!?" roared Birnie.
	"I DUNNO, GREG LET'S CHECK IT OUT!"

Some of the officers closer to the door tried to head towards it to investigate, but they soon found themselves on the receiving end of a brutal beatdown from unknown assailants, slammed into walls with heads cracked onto the floor.  Pouring forth from the smoke, two shadows faded in and out of their sight, the police trying to fire towards them with bullets all over the walls.  Birnie joined in with steady but hastily-fired shots, blasting his shotgun away from the hostages who screamed and panicked from where they sat, their captor shouting:
	"WHOEVER'S OUT THERE, DON'T F-FUCKING SCREW WITH US OR ELSE!  IS THIS UMBRELLA!?  THESE ARE Y-YOUR EMPLOYEES' F-F...ffffFAMILIES, AND THEY'RE GONNA DIE UNLESS OUR DEMANDS ARE MET!  DON'T F-FUCKING TEST ME!"
He kept firing as he heard his men being knocked out left and right, with one or two of them getting wise and shooting ahead of the odd shadowy figure.  But none of them would survive or remain conscious at least.  The hostages were soon being moved by another figure, until Birnie felt something move from behind him in the unnatural fog, knocking the person down hard and pointing his shotgun at him.  In the midst of his hostages, who began clearing out and away from whatever laid next to them, was a brown anthro velociraptor wearing jeans.
Birnie for a moment thought he'd gone insane.  But at this point nothing surprised him anymore, at least that's what he told himself.
	"...who...the hell are you?"
	"I'm the FinalGamer...FG for short.  Can you pronounce that or is that too difficult for you, Birnie?"
	"F-f-...Umbrella scum, aren'tcha?"
	"Nope.  Rogue vigilante velociraptor, righting wrongs and taking names."
	"Bullshit, Umbrella send m-m-...ff-fr...creatures, to do their bidding?"
	"Sorry, what, did you mean fuh-fuh-freaks?  Look who's t-t-talking."
	"SHUT UP!"
Slamming the shotgun onto James' face, he bruised the raptor firmly on his snout with the gun well-aimed at his face.  James did not break his gaze at him, grunting from the bruise but keeping Birnie distracted as Roy cautiously pulled others away from him, leading the hostages one by one towards the shower area as its own separate room.  The way the officer spoke was firm but cautious, trying not to screw up his words, avoiding certain letters to keep his authority intact.
	"Not gonna be so smug later, the army'll come riding in and give in to our demands!"
	"And...what demands are those?"
	"Umbrella...owe us.  When they hear, that we have their fff...families here, we'll let them go.  They give us m-m-...MONEY, to let them go, so all of us can get out of here, then-"
	"Shut up fuckface, I don't need to hear this!"
	"Wh-wh-wh-"
	"Are you seriously trying to fucking force families apart in a fucking zombie apocalypse, for MONEY!?  Jesus fuck did you walk out of a movie or something or are you that much of a stupid asshole?!"
	"I'm n-n...holding the shotgun here, don't f-f-f...fucking...test...me.  I need cash if I'm gonna survive out there, out of this city and out of this hellhole!"
	"These people are struggling to get out of here, and you're not even smart enough to make your own fucking escape plan!  What kind of officer are you!?  What, did you collect enough coupons and they let you into the fucking station or what?!"
	"THIS IS MY CITY!  I OWN THIS TOWN, THIS TOWN OWES EVERYTHING TO M-...US!"
	"Sure it does, that's why you kidnap people from their houses and plant drugs and kill anyone who disagrees!  Oh you're a fucking treasure you are for a detective, you know the last detective I met was soooooo much better than you, and he didn't even USE a gun like the cowardly shitfucking pig you are."
	"I...am doing all I can to keep this place ticking over...those not strong enough to go alllll the way...get killed.  I am not gonna die here."
	"Neither will I, or any of your hostages fuckface, all you need is a good ass kicking.  Hell, I'll even give someone a shoe just to do it."
	"Huh?  Seriously, who are y-...y-you?"
	"Fuh-fuh-finalGaaaaamer, come on say it with me."
	"S-STOP F-FUCKING INSULTING ME, I AM AN OFFICER OF THE LAW!"
	"Who acts like a really petty fucking kid, I bet any kid who used to be in this school is braver than you with your special fucking gear on."
	"Thassit, I don't have time for y-AUUUGH!"

Suddenly he was whacked hard enough from behind to go down, giving FG time to quickly get up and out of the way.  Birnie turned to see Michael, free of his blindfold and wielding his backpack like a weapon.
	"L-LITTLE SPASTIC SHIT!"
The detective of the drug squad slammed his fist straight into Michael's face, knocking him down hard with a shriek as James leapt on him with furious strength, knocking him down once again.
	"MICHAEL, RUN!"
James' order gave swift speed to the young boy, his nose bleeding as he stumbled into a run for the showers.  Roy quickly brought him in before heading back out to deal with the crooked police officer, the raptors bringing out their handguns.  It was going to be a difficult fight, being in a large gymnasium with no cover other than the falsifying smoke, emanating from a series of dry-powder fire extinguishers wedged into the ceiling of the corridor beyond.  Birnie's shotgun they noted, the two nodding as the detective cried out:
	"I DON'T KNOW WHO THE F-F-FUCK YOU ARE, BUT IF YOU W-GONNA SHIT ALL OVER M-M-MY PLAN, THEN YER F-FUCKING DEAD!"
Not even giving his foes a chance to respond, he fired his shotgun as both raptors dodged in opposite directions, both of them bringing up their own shields.  James had his Tetra Shield, the dozens of blocks pinging with the sound of bullets deflected away from his head.  Roy had his Great Knife, bringing it up in front of him to become a sizeable guard while still wielding his handgun.  Both raptors fired as best as they could through the powdered smoke, as Birnie kept firing with his semi-automatic buckshot.
His tough armour made things difficult, and they didn't want to risk rushing him when he had such a lethal weapon.  Roy however noted the submachine gun hanging from his belt, and started aiming for it instead.  James kept firing for the head, trying to keep his attention as his toughened riot helmet resisted the shots.  His shotgun blasts spread wide, but so long as the raptors kept far enough away, their makeshift guards would stay suitable enough.
	"F-F-FUCKING STOP RUNNING, F-F-FREAKS!"
	"Maybe you need help with that stutter of yours Birnie," said FG, "a li'l lead in your throat'll fix that up!"

Stepping closer when Birnie needed to reload, he fired an entire clip of his handgun straight into his armoured head, the police officer roaring as he fell back from the repetitive blows.  Quickly reloading his shotgun, he hoped to catch one of his strange foes creeping up on him.  But even they were smart enough not to approach a man with a loaded shotgun.  It was only when he got up and fired two more blasts that he had a whole new problem emerge.  The black raptor had shot up his submachine gun causing it to ping off his belt.
	"GOD DAMMIT YOU F-F-FUCKING NIGGER!"
	"HAH, wrong species dumbass!"
Roy drew his fire, as well as his ire, in order for Birnie to waste the last shots of his weapon onto his mighty blade.  The scarring shards and sparks upon his mother's name did nothing to harm him, as Birnie soon realised he was out of ammo, and out of guns to use.  He brought out instead an electrically-charged baton, which surprisingly would be more effective on both raptors than guns.  Both of them knew this as they readied their blades, putting guns away to save the rest of their ammo.
	"Wh-wh-what's up?!  Scared of a li'l shock?!"
	"Nah," said FG, "I just don't wanna waste my bullets now that I can kill you easy."
	"TRY ME FUCKF-F-FACE!"
James charged forwards first, waiting for Birnie to swing for his head before striking for the arms and shoulders.  He worried about hitting the baton itself, not wanting his scissors to become a conductor for his one true weakness.  Striking the padded elbows and armoured limbs, which were surprisingly tough even against his sharpened blades, he tried to knock Birnie back against a wall, forcing him to step back with furious diagonal upwards swings that clipped at his elbows.  The strikes hurt like hell for the human police officer, grunting hard at the stinging blows.
He got lucky however in striking down on FG's shoulder during an opening, forcing the raptor back with a startling shriek as the current zapped through his nanos.  Stunned briefly, he would have taken down the raptor better had it not been for Roy coming in from the side with a huge swing upon his arm.  The Great Knife struck the baton straight out of Birnie's hand, but Roy resisted the electricity through his steel blade better, or at the very least was able to resist the pain better.
James immediately barrelled into him once he recovered, slamming into the armoured chest before Birnie rolled on top of FG, slamming his padded fists into the raptor's face.  But FG grabbed one of the fists in a palm and punched him in the throat, making him choke from shock slightly before he was kicked off of FG.  Roy was ready to come down on him, swinging his great blade straight onto Birnie's legs.  One single slam of thick steel edge crushed his kneecaps inside, splintering them within the armoured padding.

	"A-AAAAAAAAAAARGH!  AAAAAAAGH!  AAAAAA-AAAAAAAAGH, AAAAAAAGH!"
	"Heh...just two days from retirement were ya?" said FG mockingly.  "Looks like you're gonna have to use some of that police budget to install some new ramps in your office, huh?"
	"YOU...F-F-FFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
	"Awwwwww is Mr. Crooked Cop not happy because he can't st-st-st-stop stutterinnnng?  See, you could have had a plan and gone to like, I dunno, a seminar or something, reinvent your life and be a much better person, speaking with authority, actually acting WITH authority, but no.  You had to be a sad broken little man, who wants to scream and insult me so much, but he can't even fucking do that.  Not so big without your shotgun now are ya?"
	"I'll get you...not...gonna leave this city alive f-f-f-fuckin' FREAK!"
	"No, you die now."
He walked over to where the shotgun was, the raptor having a small idea to himself as he focused on the idea of a thick juicy single shotgun shell.  Just one was all he needed, as his nanos slowly began to form before Birnie's very eyes a single red shotgun wad.  He loaded it neatly into the SPAS-12, the click of the chamber signifying the detective's fate.  James pointed it towards the armoured head, remembering what Sarah had said on how to properly wield a shotgun.
	"Any last words, officer?  If you can say my name, FinalGamer...without stuttering...I'll even let you live.  ...well?"
For the longest moment, the policeman said nothing, panting shakily behind his mask as the pain riveted from his broken knees up towards his head.  After some consideration, he built up his best focus possible to say his last words:
	"...I hope you die."
	"Same to you.  Oh, by the way, Arran says hi fuckface."
One single blast crushed the inside of the helmet on Birnie's head, the skull shattering as thick metal fibres pierced into his brain, a slow painful-enough death being heard as a gasping shudder.  James threw the shotgun to one side, satisfied with this death as he turned towards MG, who looked on with a mixture of both grim displeasure, and satisfactory relief after James frisked the body to find an interesting-looking key for a vehicle.  He only wished there had been less insulting of a crippled man, the raptor's mockery rubbing him badly the wrong way.
	"Roy, is everyone okay?!"
	"Sure are" said MG.  "All twenny-seven nice an' free, whut now?"
	"Well, we got a few guns here we can take for people to arm themselves with soooo why don't we all go out the front way now and take ourselves that nice shiny bus alrighty?"
	"Sounds good," said MG, "alrigh' everyone, grab all you need an' let's get outta here!"
The former hostages, after checking to make sure the front door was safe to go through, took every weapon they could from the bodies of the drug squad around them, including the shotgun Birnie had once used.  Michael however simply ran into FG's arms with tearful bliss, the raptor offering up a blue velcro'd shoe that he had kept in his satchel as the two hugged tightly.
	"I think this belongs to you."
	"Y-yeah...um...I-i'm sorry, they came up behind me and I couldn't even see you cuz they put this thing over my head an-"
	"Hey hey...it's alright.  You're safe now.  I told you I'd get you through this right?  Pinkie promise?"
He offered his smallest claw which Michael grabbed gently in return with his own pinkie, his bloody nose sniffling back tears as he hugged FG once again.
	"Th-thank you...FG."
	"Thank Roy too...and I should thank you too."
	"H-huh?"
	"That was pretty brave of you to attack Birnie like that, gave me a chance to get out of there and save myself.  Your parents were right, you are a brave kid."
	"Heh...y-yeah.  Can we go see them now?"
	"Yes.  Yes we can."
Leaving the elementary school, James, Roy and Michael as well as 26 other people, were ready to leave the city behind with the perfect mode of transport.  The only thing on James' mind right now was to get Michael out of the city.  Roy however was more curious as to why these people specifically were being kidnapped.  But he knew it would be a long ride to Griffin Road so they would have plenty of time to share stories, for the last three-and-a-half hours they had left until Michael's parents would presumably leave.
But of course, nothing is ever easy in Raccoon City.  Not even a simple bus trip.