Coughing and waving his hand in front of his face, Williams was a little bit taken back by how well Jack rigged up the cord. Everything was a large destroyed mess of horrible messes and it made the whole that was intended, which Sergeant T. Williams could see from the other side of the pallet he ducked behind to avoid getting sprayed with debris.<br/><br/>What happened next was horrible, the fleas knew what was coming and it started with the flea someone happened to piss off. “FUCK,” Williams shouted as the flea bound across the room and smacked Jack in the face. Pulling his gun the man aimed as the beast went sailing through the air, aiming quickly and firing to cause a rupture in the animal. The cheerleader sprayed with goop made of both flea and human innards. With a smirk and light chuckle, Williams grabbed his pack and winked at her. “At least you’re alive miss cell phone.”<br/><br/>Running for the new exit as the fleas around moved their way to it, “Hope one of you knows how to hotwire a car and the rest of you are good with your fists cause they are coming in fast! SO LET’S MOVE IT! Maybe one of the cars out in the back lot will have a phone.”<br/><br/>Outside the fleas made their way around, though now they acted slowly so that they could circle around and corner the group. Offering a false hope, taking their time due to fear… couldn’t tell unless someone went up and asked. Totally up to them if anyone wished to do that. Go ahead, go up to one of these monsters and ask them why the sudden decrease in aggression. Sure thy wont mind giving a slow and logical instead of eat you alive. Go on, go try.