The driveway was filled with seven motorcycles belonging to the feared local gang called "The Black Avengers."
Using his great speed and skills, Mike rushed to the bikes and dismantled four of them, then chained two together.
He was about to tackle the one in the lead position when he heard a commotion from inside the house. Mike was actually able to see what was happening because the scene taking place in the livingroom was appearing in his mind as the fear of the ferryman's wife grew stronger.
The leader of the motorcycle gang had the woman backed up against a table, and was threatening her with a bike chain. The rest of the group surrounded them in a half circle so she couldn't escape if she could get away from him. Her husband lay face down on the floor, nearby, and somehow Mike knew he was dead. He could hear the leader say,
"Come on, lady, we haven't got all night! Just tell us where the rest of your treasure is hidden, and we'll leave you alone, unless you want to end up like your husband, there. I know there's too much to this story for it to just be a rumor. I've heard about it for years. NOW WHERE IS THE TREASURE HIDDEN?"
Mike gulped and shook his head to rid his mind of the picture. He had to help. Not really thinking clearly about the whole thing, he took a deep breath, then ran toward the house and jumped right through the front livingroom window! Glass shattered everywhere, and Mike landed on his feet in the circle of men. The bikers barely had a chance to see who was there before he attacked them with a strength he had never known. It took all he could to remember his promise to Horton, and went easier on his punches than he wished to, as a terrible fist fight ensued between himself and the leader. The woman rushed to safety behind the table. The rest of the gang instantly jumped into the fray, eager to protect their comrade, but Mike did not spare them from his fury. With a right cross he quickly knocked out the leader, then sent the first man behind him flying with a good kick in the groin. The man went down screaming, in agony. The rest of the group made a circle around him, preparing their attack. One man broke from it to pounce on Mike. They struggled a while, and Mike knocked him senseless. Another moved in, while the man closest to Mike in the circle quietly drew a gun. Mike had just disposed of his opponent temporarily, when he spotted the weapon. His instincts told him what to do...he stood up straight, and made his whole body relax.
The man fired. Mike's body became a milky white substance, surrounded by a bright glow, for just the instant it took the bullet to pass through his chest and out his back.
 then, his flesh turned solid again, revealing Mike to be unharmed. The man who had fired the shot stared in disbelief as the biker behind his target fell, dead. Mike did not notice this, as he was again pounced upon, his battle continuing. When he was able to