The flack round did its job, sending more and more fleas back where they came from. Inching away slowly as the General aimed with his weapon and fired his rounds, hitting Jack with one of the few that were shot. Reloading took the beasts some time, Williams took that moment of pause to grab the irritating cheerleader by the upper part of her arm and fling her against the side of a very large van as he, himself, found cover from the oncoming attack.<br/><br/>“Hurry up,” Sergeant Williams shouted back to Jack as he waved the guy over, “We need your gun so stay alive.” Slowly the fleas grew closer but after that large flack round they were a little bit cautious. Williams banged on the side of the van, “We need wheels. Which one of you can hot-wire a car?”