<blockquote><div><cite>Zung wrote:</cite>Outside of andrew's hiding place where about ten omega soldiers setting up a barracaide. One looked over to the building<br/>"wonder if anyone's alive in there?"<br/>...<br/>The soldier went back to work mumbling under his breath.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>(I did mention Andy was playing his game with the sound coming through his earpiece, not out loud, specifically so he wouldn't attract attention, and he's hardly likely to be playing where the reflected light of the game screen would show externally. How did they detect him? EDIT: Okay, the new post makes sense, and still works for me. I want Andy moving around so he can interact with others.)<br/><br/>Andy had only the one earpiece on, so he could listen for external threats, or people entering his refuge. This paid off as he heard the sound of the soldiers setting up outside. Rather than simply switching off, he slowly faded down the volume control and then shut down. Quietly, he gathered his supplies, and got ready to move out, sooner than he'd hoped, but if they were as trigger happy as the civillians, he didn't want to be any nearer than he had to be, which was nowhere near at all.<br/><br/>It was only beginning to darken outside, so his vision, such as it was, was unimpaired. His colour vision had only two primary colours, blue, and red/green, though as far as he was concerned that came across as different shades of what people generally pointed to as yellow. It meant he'd had to hack the pallettes on all his games, to get the best possible contrasts for his sight.<br/><br/>When he'd chosen his hideout, he'd made sure there were several ways in and out. He collected the plastic bags that held the food he couldn't stuff in his backpack, minus a hidden cache he'd left for later retrieval, and picked his way out through the route that led furthest away from the soldiers outside. It went through several buildings, and alleyways, where he stopped to check the route was clear. Stopping clear of the exit onto a more major road, he listened and smelled the air, not willing to emerge if something else was already there.<br/><br/>There was... another fox anthro, and more of the soldiers... He moved forward carefully, and pulled out his knife carefully angling the clean blade as a mirror to look outside while not reflecting light from the last rays of sunlight.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>i dont think so, we dont knel down to monsters"<br/>The other six soldier began to make a circle around her with guns raised.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>At the other end of the street, he saw the group he'd scented. The woman was... wow! A tall, light orange skinned woman. She had long, deep orange hair that turned white at the tips, along with matching fox ears and tail. The white top she wore did little to hide her assets, which were considerable. Andy was old enough to have started having very distracting dreams about girls like this, but only ever seen in magazines. Of course, he had equally distracting dreams about Krystal...<br/><br/>She must be from his world, a partial or animal-girl, someone who was more human-like than most anthros. There were two ways she could have come about. Either she'd had genetic splicing which hadn't taken fully, or she'd caught the opposite end of the stick to him, a double dose of human genes from anthro parents, or a half breed between a normal human and fox-anthro. Just as the double dose of fox hadn't made him completely a fox, the result of double human wasn't completely human.<br/><br/>She had to be a splice herself, or younger than she looked. Either way, she wasn't going to get any older... Unless he did something. He knew he should leave well enough alone, he'd have enough trouble keeping himself alive, let alone looking out for anyone else, but a rush of adrenaline to his glands, and blood to other parts of his body, were making the rational choice difficult.<br/><br/>But what could he do? Charging up and trying to do anything would just get him shot as well. He looked around... there! An unbroken plate glass window, a clothing shop. Clearly, no-one had seen the need to loot designer t-shirts and jeans. If he could distract the soldiers, bring some of them down this end of the street... there was a way through the back alley parallel to this main street, he could sneak up, show her a way out... There were huge holes in the plan, he knew, but he had no time for a better one.<br/><br/>He dropped a bag of food, scooped up a stone, pushed the broken down door slightly open and lobbed it across at the window across the street. The plate glass shattered with a satisfying crash. He turned to move back into the building, and that was where it went wrong. A vacuum pack of fish fillets had slithered out of the dropped bag, and gotten under his red and white orthapedic support boots. It made him slip, and fall down with a thump. It also knocked the door wide open...