It turns out that a spray of bullets to the back is not exactly good for the ganger's health, and the man doesn't even make it another two steps before he goes the same route as the rear guards: down.<br/><br/>The folks around him take notice, though; but luckily for Tzahala, gangers aren't exactly Ivy League mentalists. So where a shiftier, more cognizant runner like herself would immediately start looking about for a lone sniper, these guys wheel about like they're facing down a whole squadron from their flank.<br/><br/>Needless to say, they don't last long with their back to three Knights Errant.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Meanwhile, Tzahala's charge takes her right to the western edge of the 10' tall chain-link fence, right between a pile of tires and a pair of beat-up old beetles that have been stacked one on top of the other. With all the hubbub at the front gate, there's a lot of motion coming from the long shack on the far east wall; but from her perspective, all Tzahala can really see are shadows and flickers of motion through the piles of debris. It's looking like the K.E. guys are going to have their hands full... but that just means that it'll be easier for her to get in and get back out of the way...