People down below finally caught sight of the tower breaking apart and ran out to the streets to watch the rescue. What a bad fielding day. There were many things Malcolm couldn't do without his powers. Some mid-air engineering feats would have fixed the problem in minutes. But now he was just barely hanging on. The news crew, haggard and dazed had made it downstairs. The elevator must have broke down.
The brakes were out and so was the floor panel beneath me. The steering wheel was aglow in yellow. My feet charged with fission particles were the only friction that kept us from slipping off. A piece of debris came down at us. I called kids to duck just in time before it took the roof of the taxi off. The kids were as pale as ghosts. And the tower will not hold for long. Then I slipped and hung only by my hands on the wheel. The tower segment below us finally loosen itself from the news building, plunging down to the streets and taking us with it.
The strain was too great for me. My instrument on the dashboard sputtered and popped to pieces like corn kernel. We were in freefall. No instrument. No rescue. This was our end. Big time. I remembered graduation day. Malcolm presenting me a departure gift. It was his conductor's baton, broken in half. "Now this is the last lesson. Fix this up and send it back to me. Do it before my time on this planet ends," He said. I went away and never came back till this unfortunate day. So - all this while when I was out there Malcolm ran his business without ever using his stylus. And that means - I don't need really need my stylus at all.
I clenched my fists tighter over the wheel and concentrated. I felt the engine, the drive train and through to the tyres and the sprockets. The kids will have noticed that I had arrested our fall and the fission cinders emanated out from the doors and seats. The engine roared back to life. I kicked out the right door and we raced straight up the tower. We flew over gap to the next segment of the tower where we crashed on landing. I urged the vehicle on by charging and running like Fred Flintstone. I straighten the car and kept up our flight. The lift shaft was in sight and so was Malcolm.
Another hulk of metal stood in our way. I formed a pile driver from another mess of metal and cables above it and hammered it down out of our way. Wow! I never knew I was capable of something like this. I ran, jumped and soared over the debris like a lion dancer. With one hand on the steering wheel I used the other to pull in more debris, warped the gathered items into a giant tow hook and slammed it onto the bonnet. I fused them both together instantly. Then, I accelerated down onto my prize.
Malcolm saw me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in. The hook catches hold of the lift and tears it free from the shaft. The fourteenth floor window came into view. We smashed through it to safety. A second bang told me Jerrod's lift also went through the window on the floor below. We broke through a wall. A stunned man in pyjamas dove out of the way. Everything was fine except for the ceiling pipe which came into view as my powers extinguished. There was a thud, a world of pain and then darkness.
