Feldana Blotar ran as fast as her little legs could carry her towards the old rock wall.  Several things happened at that moment.<br/><br/>The man with the two guns, seeing the little bovine girl flee, turned to aim at her.  A shot rang out in the near distance.  The man would have jumped, but his head chose to fracture at that moment, due to the bullet sliding into his left temple.  A red mist appeared at the point of impact and he began to fall.<br/><br/>The burly man, unarmed, caught off-guard, and distracted by the noise, took both Sherra and Kitten's knives in his chest with a pair of sickening gurgles.  The force of their charge thrust him backwards and onto the ground, where he lay bleeding, unmoving, his eyes wide open and quickly glazing over.  His fellow hit the grass an instant later, his head split and oozing.<br/><br/>Feldana was still running, undisturbed by Dreamer's shot, and she reached the rock wall, her young mind filled with only the urge to run and hide at that moment.  She began scrabbling up the wall - just higher than her head - making anxious little grunts as she grabbed at the rounded rocks.<br/><br/>The skirmish was not over, however, as the man with the automatic handgun emerged from the entrance of the Fort a moment later at a jog, obviously in a hurry to be gratified.  When he reached dry land and turned to look at his companions, he saw them laying dead before the catgirl and the thin man.  He stopped the barest of moments to assimilate what had happened, a hundred feet from them.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The old man stopped his pained moaning for a moment and seemed to consider what Karogen had said.  "My legs are spaghetti," he said.  "Wiggly and covered in mush, and they feel like hot lava.  Besides, why would Eric come for you?  You're just some plant.  And he sure doesn't need me back - he's in charge now.  Deserves it, too.  Smart kid."<br/><br/>There was a pause.  "Aw, shit again.  Well, there you go, planty.  Go tell your mistress that Eric Lentan is the leader of the Resistance now.  Not that it'll get her anywhere.  But maybe I'll get lucky this time and she'll eat me.  Then I can go see Hell and write you a nice postcard."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Halvorson spoke to Baz through the dividing wall.  "We're fine, fella, and we'll keep quiet from now on."  In the dim light afforded by the folds in the garbage and the plank-covered hole in the floor, Halvorson patted his fellows' shoulders.  "Try not to make any noise from now on," he ordered.<br/><br/>The garbage truck would soon pass out of the battle site.  Three police cars, lights on and sirens blaring, zoomed past the truck in the oncoming lanes, heading for an unknown destination.  The road ahead was curvy, but clear.<br/><br/>Two minutes pass.  The buildings lining the Vein are getting steadily taller and more variable.  The truck would soon round a bend in the road and come face-to-face with a full battalion of furry soldiers, disembarking from trucks and other vehicles right in the middle of the road.  A few police officers edged the battalion, redirecting traffic around them.  Civilians leaned out of windows and doors all along the block, watching the battalion assemble.  Two cops holding light sticks and drawn weapons motioned for the truck to take a detour to the right.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The First Sergeant kept everyone jogging.  They would soon be at the park, just a couple of minutes at this rate.