Dreamer nodded quietly as Maeve spoke.  He stared down at the sheepdog parking attendant and considered.  He didn't like the degradation he was submitting the corpse of a likely innocent fur to, but if they would have to pass through Sombquist again, they'd be best to leave him there.  Sombquist was still in the hands of the rebels... of the humans.  Having the corpse on the hood had helped avoid questions before... and he doubted many of the humans had followed his "orders" to head to Kree.<br/><br/>"All right," he said at length.  Though he suspected that the revolutionaries, though quite disorganized in some ways, had at least blocked off the Desert Vein Highway, he had to at least try to get Maeve and Feldana to House Shenzai's lands.  Maeve's suggestion about the radio was so obvious that he wondered how he hadn't thought of it before... information was so very crucial in war...<br/><br/>He put a spare gasoline tank into the trunk, then climbed into the station wagon and started the engine.  He let Kitten turn on the radio as he put the car into gear and headed down the road.  Hed hoped they could get passed Sombquist entirely, but they would have at least one more harrowing trip to deal with... and oddly enough, he felt a hell of a lot more vulnerable in a vehicle than on foot.<br/><br/>With the sheepdog-fur's clothes fluttering in the breeze and the three furs concealed beneath the sleeping bag behind him, he headed for the fires of Sombquist once again.<br/><br/>---- ---- ---- ----<br/><br/>Vultana must have fired at least a dozen shots at the antenna, doing no apparent damage, before her sharp eyes caught the first glint of scopes trying to find her.  She immediately brought her own scope to the closest glint and her golden eyes widened as she realized they had gotten snipers onto the roof while she'd stupidly distracted herself.  "Damn them..." she murmured, hunching down a bit and pulling the trigger.<br/><br/>The top of a sniper's head exploded, and she slid her sight sideways along the wall, searching for others.  She bypassed the guards just using binoculars and spyglasses ---- she would eliminate the immediate threat first, and worry about troops being sent to her location later ---- and fired at the next rifle she saw.  She saw the scope shatter, and the shooter jerked upright, revealing a bloody hole where his eye should have been, before toppling backward.  Vultana realized she'd just effectively disabled the weapon as well as the guard.<br/><br/>She was worried, though.  Though she'd chosen a concealed location on the roof as it was, and though her silencer also prevented any muzzle flash, it would only take one shot to kill her... to end her hopes of helping free all of House Shenzai's slaves.  She couldn't let that happen... couldn't.  There was still so much left for her to do.<br/><br/>She fired again, again aiming for a scope, but the slug deflected off the scope's rim and only grazed the side of that guard's head.  Though she could hope the scope was damaged and the guard was out of commission, she couldn't be sure how many snipers had reached the roof... or how skilled they were.<br/><br/>.oO(It would be nice) she thought nervously, trying to see if more snipers were homing in on her location, .oO(if I could find something -explosive- to set off up there...)  She knew she would have no such luck, but... wait.  Had any of the firefighters been using oxygen tanks?!