Emily struggled like no other girl Crow had come across thusfar. Her legs kicked at his shins as her weak, nearly pre-teen hands feebly wrapped around Richard's wrists and hit them over and over. Despite her cringing, moaning, and flailing, her strength was not enough to keep The Crow from holding her head perfectly still as his unshaking knife carved a thin line of blood across the young girl's face. Soon she was mesmerized in fear at the boy's monologue while her eyes teared up. Her horror-stricken orbs glanced left and right to the girl's that did nothing, only averting their eyes to the girl's plight until Richard asked once again for an escort, to which everyone but Emily agreed, the cut girl shivering in silence and staring at her assailant.
***
The same morse knocking replied a simple 'no' and soon they were off, knocking down street signs and pushing cars out of the way. They were met with no resistance as they left. According to Isaac's map, the caravan of retreating boys were headed to one of their largest home bases Superfriend's Tower. A haven untouched by the girl's attack, though it was obviously a soon-to-come siege. Within the same-ish time of travel, there was The Hole House, the boy's testing facility and The Centurion Stadium, the factory junkyard for the boy's up North.
***
The girls stared at Alyse, Alex, and Julie but they held their doubts, not about to question either the Stealth Corps' agent or a Skirts' corp veteran as they could plainly see from Alyse's rank. Very quickly, they were able to make their way up to the fifth and sixth floors, where each corporate office had been converted into jury-rigged quarters. Covered in pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals it looked as if the war was left outside.
Alyse eventually led the other two to an empty room. The nametags next to each door, detailing who was all staying in each one, were not on this one. It also wasn't very converted, a messy office full of paper, staplers, and broken computers. It looked like this room and several others past it had been a sort of quick-planned storage. "This'll do. We'll need to clean it up a little bit anyway. But we have plenty of time. Alex. Do you have any sort of skills that don't involve grunting and clubbing?" she asked with a subtle smirk as if to say she knew the answer.
***
Jaina slept peacefully and soon it was the next day. His operation on for just after lunch.
***
The boy had been expecting the resistance, clubbing the butt of his gun against Sean's hand, but it was the immediately choreographed resistance of ALL the boys he couldn't plan for. The rest of the boys easily reached and grabbed the passenger and driver, punching out the two guard boys in the back as well. The four were unconcious and soon their guns were in the hands of the infected...though in the adrenaline rush, nobody had reached around to grab the steering wheel! The large truck veered off the road, running down the hill. The turbulence was enough to daze anybody and as the truck reached the bottom of the hill, a lone tree embedded itself into the engine block, hurling the entire group of boys forward with a jolt!
***
On the second floor, there was the equipment exchange. Guns and uniforms traded for each girl's personal effects. Makeup kits, pajamas, and other such items being swapped out as the battle was over. Others were swapping their equipment for tools to help convert the surrounding buildings, having the assignment for today. Lots of groups were giggling as they showed the stuffed animals they'd chosen to take from their original assignment position. One girl pointed across the room to Damian, "Excuse me, Sergeant. Name please."