"Affirmative! Keep going, I'll take care of this!" A small unit of soldiers was coming their way, preparing to bust up the tank some more. Billy hurled a grenade as quickly as he could while dodging bullets, using the cover of thick sheets of metal, darkness, and trash. Somehow, thank the Power, he avoided being shot.

He really hoped they reached the shelter soon, if only to get out of the rain for a few moments. It was starting to get cold.