He went to open his mouth when the sound of vehicles pulling up just outside could be heard. Music blared, but it was in a language he didn't understand. "<span style="font-style: italic">He's bluffing, plus that music is awful. Arks shouldn't be allowed to make rap music.</span>" He heard in his head as an ark bellowed probably calling for the dead ark. "I think we've got a problem." Era said to no one in particular. Just then the ark bellowed again then a window shattered as a frozen can of beer came flying through it to smack against the side of his face. "Son of a b*tch!" He yelled and the music stopped. The arks outside yelled something and era looked at the doctor. "Any plans, doc?"<br/><br/>Meanwhile above ground, Zulu blew smoke from the tip of the barrel before sliding it back into it's holster. Bodies littered the ground along with ashes and fire. It reminded him of his first job on the planet triblow. It was an awful place and there was no shortage of blood and bodies there. He shrugged then turned to the smaller alien and seemed to size it up then knelt down to look in it's eyes. Sticking his finger at the alien then at the wreckage. He was ready to shoot it if it had been a part of this even though he'd saved the little things life moments ago.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, about five carrier pigeons fly through the sky, two of them breaking away while the other three fly down into a tunnel each carrying a different message.