37. Cashing Fire

‘He’s just a boy,’ the officer in charge said to the female officer, chuckling in the process. ‘You failed to restrain, a what..? A seventeen or eighteen year old junkie? You are a disgrace, Sergeant Stone.’ In Bradwield, the highest police rank was lieutenant, followed by commissioner then the sergeant and then the corporal and below corporal were the trainees.

The sergeant gulped, ‘His flame weapon is what makes him irrepressible, sir.’

‘So you’re telling me that with all your guns you were chased away by a seventeen year old junkie who happened to hustle some jeans or a skateboard to get that flamethrower? Humph! Where’s the flamethrower, boy?!’ The officer in charge had resumed communicating with the Flicker through the megaphone.

‘What flamethrower?’ The Flicker’s smile had changed to a smirk. His entire body was covered in ash but the crimson of his hair was still noticeable eve
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