As Flat's Drusenburg Model H rumbled down the streets of New York, he picked up on the fact his car was being tailed. As soon as he got on the freeway, Flat gunned it. His Model H engine roared as he accelerated the car faster to get away from from the goons. However, once they saw him pulling away, they opened fire their tommy guns. As Flat's speedometer needle climbed, the two tailing cars raced after him.
NYPD Cars raced after the three vehicles, but weren't able to keep up with the Drusenburg and the two Packards. As the chase headed toward a nearby airfield, Flat floored Drusenburg hard, keeping his foot to the floor, as he tried to outdrive them on dirt. However, he'd really kicked the Hornet's nest this time. Greasy Malone had his personal zepplin docked at that particular airfield and his goons were all over ready to catch this little detective in their trap. "I want the gumshoe's head! NOW!" Yelled Greasy Malone as his two tail cars were gaining on Flat Flanagan's Drusenburg.
The first car slammed into the Drusenburg hard, but Flat maintained control. That was until the second car plowed into his passenger door and stalled the Drusenburg's engine. Flat didn't waste time trying to turn it back over, this was do or die and he refused to die just yet. He kicked the Drusenburg's door open and getting out, he drew his .38 Stubnosed Revolver. "Let's dance!" Yelled Flat, decking the first brusier that rushed him, shot the second and third, and continued his dance with them. Picking up a brusier's tommy gun, Flat showed these mobsters the difference between spraying 'n' praying and drilled weapon discipline.
Gangsters were dropped by Flat's marksmenship. Flat had spent World War One in the trenches as a heavy gunner and despite returning home... this muddy airfield, was a lot like the trench warfare he'd seen first hand. He fired until the click, click, click of the tommy gun snapped him back to reality. By the time he snapped out of it, one of the bruisers knocked him out cold. "Load him up in the zepplin. We end this today." Ordered Greasy Malone. As his brusiers picked up Flat and dragged him aboard the airship, Greasy Malone's crew took the zepplin up, despite the rain falling faster and heavier.
As Flat started to regain consciousness, New York City was about to get the greatest show long before television ever was invented...