Jack also rolled out of the way, and the van slammed into his SUV. The reinforced structure of the police car took the collision well, while the van's front crumpled. Before the driver could back up Jack was on his feet and throwing the van's door open, seizing the driver and throwing him to the ground. Now he drew his sidearm, and pointed it at the suspect. "DON'T MOVE! YOU ARE UNDER-"

A bullet flew by his ear. Whirling towards the gunshot, Jack saw Marcus Gyrich pointing a revolver at him, his face contorted in hatred. "Murdering genejoke freaks!" Those were his last words. Jack shot him dead before he could fire again, two rounds to the center of mass. Marcus Gyrich died spreadeagled on his back, staring up at the sky. Jack immediately pointed his weapon back at the driver, who only raised his hands in terrified supplication.