Those close enough to see would see a single Taylor dash behind a clump of bushes, and a half dozen of them appear from it again, each running in a slightly different direction, and weaving behind cover as they vanish from sight at a remarkably high speed.<br/><br/>From somewhere back the direction you all started from comes the sound of a distant gunshot. Who it was aimed at, that you don't know.<br/><br/>So much for a nice, straightforward trade.<br/><br/>((Mica to finish up the round))