"Who are you? How did you get in here? What right do you think you have to order me around?" Gauge spat.
"It's not necessary for you to know my name, and as far as getting in here goes, I did it like everybody else....through the door! All you do have to know is that I've been sent by The United States Government with orders from The Joint Chiefs, to take you into custody for rebelling against them, and the laws of this country."
"I'm telling you one more time," Gauge growled, "you will leave my office immediately, or I will call the guards, and if I do, I cannot guarantee your safety if you wish to remain."
"I'm not going anywhere until you're with me!" Mike firmly stated.
"I'm not leaving with some maniac dressed like a fool who tries to give me orders! You have no proof you're with the military! Now get out, or I'll shoot!"
Mike did not move so the General drew his pistol and fired two shots at him, which of course passed directly through him into the wall! Gen. Gauge's face paled.
"Get the guards in here!" he cried to the terrified companion, "Tell them to bring any weapons they have! We have an intruder!"
After the man had rushed out of the room, Mike's calm appearance aggravated the General's temper and, fear.
"Why didn't you try to stop him?" he asked the boy.
"I'm not afraid of your weapons! You just saw what happened when you fired at me. I can do many things to stay out of danger!"
Several guards appeared at the door carrying machine guns, and other large fire arms; any weapons they could carry.
"Leave, or I'll give the orders to fire!" the General shouted, pointing at the guns.
Mike made no move to go. He just floated up to the ceiling near the outside wall of the building and hovered there!
Shocked, Gauge yelled "Fire!"
The guns went off with a deafening roar. Some of the bullets passed through Mike, but they all blasted a huge hole in the ceiling. He hoped there was no one in the office above them! The soldiers were terrified when they did not see their target fall dead!
"Bring in the laser gun! Maybe that will stop him!" were their orders. "What kind of a man are you?" the General whispered.
Seconds later someone rushed in carrying the strange looking gun. It was long like a rifle, but made from a modernistic design, reminding Mike of something he'd read about in one of his favorite science-fiction stories written in the nineteen seventies. Mike prepared himself for the impact of the shot, but he had no idea what it would be like.
"Fire!" the General shouted again, and a bright red beam of pulsating energy no bigger than the lead of a pencil shot out from the special gun.