The loud and angry sirens of the police cars echoed down the lifeless road, which by then had become full of action.

The bombs had been found, the email had been read, but the chase was still on.

* * *

Martin Brown was a very simple farm boy who lived with his family in Crystal County. He had finished watering the corn crops when the sky turned a sudden, violent red. He could hear the sound of bombs in the distance. Two bomber planes with Saul City's initials on them flew across the sky. His brother came rushing out of the house just as one of the planes dropped a bomb on their home.

Home. Well, it had become a ball of fire with their parents inside it and their beloved little sister.

John and Martin stood gasping with shock and horror. From that moment, they both hated the city and promised that they would take revenge on it.

* * *

John thought that the best present for Martin's twenty-first birthday would be the execution of the revenge on Saul City that they had been planning for all these years.

Although they lived in different places, they kept in touch through email and occasional visits to the graveyard to solemnly place the loveliest flowers on their parents' and sister's graves.

Joining the police patrol was part of the plan. John had become an expert at making bombs with dynamite while Martin's brain had grown adept at finding and remembering the most secret places in the city.

* * *

As dawn drew nearer, the chase got closer and closer towards the end. The police cars sped along the highway as the glaring street lights gradually dimmed as if their shift as the sun's employees was nearly over.

* * *

Martin had forgotten to log out of his inbox after writing a lengthy email to his brother about the different places in which they would hide their bombs and on which day they would carry out the attacks.

Officer George White walked into the police station's 'cybernetique', which was really a small room with an expensive computer. He greeted Martin warmly as he left the room. Martin's shift was over and he was off to his favourite restaurant for dinner.

* * *

"So, then? Shall we put it here or there?" Martin whispered. "I think Oak Lane is where we should put the next bomb and we should place the last one near the entrance of the police station."

"I think that is a brilliant idea. Let's do it. But we'll have to be swift."

"Yeah. Mum, Dad, Jenny, this is for you."

* * *

Officer White and the other men crammed inside the room read the email in terror and sorrow for their colleague.

"How could they?! They don't look or talk like criminals!"

"Well, thanks to Martin, we know about their plot and can stop them before any damage is done."

"If they think they have deceived us, they have another think coming."

* * *

The handcuffs clinked into place and their place for the moment was on John and Martin's hands. The sun had risen and made the commotion pretty clear to the awakening city.

"Sorry, son. You'll have to pay for what you've done."

The chase was over.

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