look around him, there were two men left conscious in the room...the leader, who had regained his senses, and the biker with the gun. These two let out a frightened
yell and ran outside, with Mike right behind them. The relieved woman went to phone the police.
"Oh, no! Look at the bikes!" the man with the gun cried, in shock. A porch light revealed the yard to be littered with disassembled motorcycle parts.
The leader rushed to his motorcycle and drove it away. Mike chained the other man to the handlebars of the remaining bikes, then he was instantly in pursuit. The other man tried to escape without success. Vision was difficult from the air because of the trees covering the road nearby, but finally Mike spotted the bike speeding along. The man kept looking behind him. Mike cast a strange shadow on the road in front of the traveler with help from the bright moonlight, and scattered streetlights along the way. The biker kept looking up, trying to see his pursuer, not having much success. Soon Mike landed a few feet in front of the speeding vehicle, his feet apart, hands on his hips. Standing this way reminded him of an old super hero program.
"Stop now, and go back where you came from, or I'll take you to the police myself!" Mike called out as loud as he could. He had to yell the warning three times before the bike screeched to a stop just inches before him, and turned around. Mike flew behind him to make sure he reached the house, and was pleased to see the police cars pulling into the driveway just ahead of their soon-to-be prisoner. The man was immediately taken into custody, and the one that was left behind stood nearby in handcuffs. Now he knew things were safe once again, Mike soared off towards The Institute.
Jeanie was already with Dr. Horton. She'd figured there would surely be something to report.
"This is hard to believe," Horton smiled, "a real hero right in our midst!"
He immediately phoned Dr. Cooper, who rushed from the lab to join them. The four settled into a small conference room to discuss the evening.
"I'd better go check the local reports from the radio stations, and the police bands," Cooper added after Mike had explained what had happened. "Be back as soon as I can. Relax. I've got to know if you were recognized, and how the reports check out with yours."
He re-entered the room about fifteen minutes later with a pleased expression.
"Everything's fine!" he told them. "The six bikers are in jail, their most serious injury a broken arm!" Noticing Mike's startled look, Cooper asked him what was wrong.
"Remember, Doc, I told you there were SEVEN bikers in all. What happened to the last one?"
"There were SEVEN bikers?" Cooper repeated. "I'll go check with McCree a moment and see if there's been more reports."