Snatching the paper out of the crack-head’s hand, Williams eyeballed it slowly for a second before the sound of crashing and gunshots sent him into a military panic. Some of them got in, from the roof no doubt. “Fuck, gotta go!” Williams reached out and grabbed Crystal by the wrist and jerked quickly. “Come on ‘Mike’ we got giant fleas to exterminate. Hope you got more than crack in that bag of yours.” Fleas started pouring in from the front room, apparently they learned the door wasn’t locked so one of them opened it for the rest of them and it soon became a single file line to go inside and get those who had not yet been taken care of.<br/><br/>On top of the roof: as it shifted and the pink hairball shoved itself deeper into the Shoppin’s, breaking beams and finally crashing near the front of the store as it did, there was a large an intelligent flea. His words echoed into the building in an odd English that was somehow understandable but still it screeched like that of an old record.<em>“Come out food source. None of your species may be allowed life, this has been deemed by our queen.”</em><br/><br/>Williams turned to the hick, Jack, “Guess you were right about the big one. Why not take his ass out rather than bitch about it.” It was then that a bump came to the military man’s back and a the rude little girl said something. Promptly, Williams snatched the phone from her and crushed it in his hand before tossing it back; “Now run,” He said to all three as he began moving his own ass to the back of the store, “Before you become tonight’s dinner.”