“Ow! Watch where you're pointing that thing, you could really hurt somepony!”
The officer stared shocked at the very much still living Quick who was rubbing a sore spot on his shoulder where the projectile had struck him. He had been expecting something quite a lot more violent for something so deadly, but the bullet had simply bounced off Quick's body as if it were made of metal.
“Impossible, you should be dead!”
“I told you, I'm nigh indestructible! Nopony can stop the great reporter, Reel Quick!”
The officer posed a moment and yelled back, furious.
“That's a silly name and those will be the last words out of your mouth!”
He pulled the trigger again, producing a similarly loud explosion, but again the bullet simply bounced off Quick's chest like it were a toy.
“What in the name of Apple Core is wrong with this thing?”
The officer shook the pistol rapidly, hoping it something was simply going awry that he could fix. In a fit of rage, he fired the remaining four bullets off in random directions, each one simply bouncing off its unintended target with little or no effect. By the time he turned back to check on his captives, all he could see was a rusted shovel flying at him.
The metal tool collided with the officer's head with a loud clang and left him in a senseless heap on the ground.
“It's called a softening spell, you should look it up sometime.” Quick shouted at the now-unconscious guard, prying apart the cuffs as if they were made of little more than straw.
“My word, Quick, that was amazing! You quite literally cheated death right there.” Flash yelled amazedly.
“Yeah, but that still hurt quite a bit. Let me take care of your cuffs now. Let's get out of here before they get smart enough send more guards to make sure this one actually managed to do something.”
Flash took a deep breath and silently thanked Celestia for his safety.
“That's great, but where are we supposed to go now if we can't even trust the police anymore?”
“That's just it, Flash, we can trust the police! We can trust every single one of them is out to kill us, and one, just one of them, is going to be our ticket to stopping this mess if we can get to him before the Syndicate does.”
Flash remembered what the officer had said about the police commissioner and suddenly responded “Quick, I don't think we have much time. If they could do this much in one day, imagine what they can arrange for us in two? We have to get back into Ponyville and fast!”