Jacen's mind was alight with the fresh combat, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He gathered up the other baton from the wall, seeing it was a solid kind, and clipped it to a spare loop on his uniform belt. A quick search of the desk yielded little of value. That was, of course, until he opened the last drawer. In it he found one of his missing pieces of equipment, and the more pressing of the two, his police issue handgun. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he took it.<br/><br/>The was a sudden noise, a door crashing open, and he spun. Another 'officer' spilled out, charging him as the other had. There was a bit of distance and Jacen managed to get the gun up. "FREEZE!" he shouted, half expecting the attacker to do so. When he didn't he squeezed off a shot, surprised by his misfortune of just clipping him in the shoulder. Hastily he dropped the gun and flew forward, his mind smoothly accepting that there was only one way to stop it.<br/><br/>His shoulder crunched into the thing's chest and he gasped as a knee collided with his stomach. Fighting back on the pain he rolled backwards, grappling with it and bringing the thing down. It fell upon him, swinging it good arm, and Jacen tucked, bringing his knees up and flipping the body over him. It crashed into the desk and he rolled sideways, the stiff baton in his hand. The thing struggled out of the half broken desk as he lunged forward, trying to leap at him as he cracked it in the head with the solid plastic weapon.