Lizk woke with a start, he got up, put on his rucksack and grabbed his rusty 12-guage shotgun. He walked outside, to see Ingling, he was wearing his IR goggles.
Lizk: Whats the problem?
Ingling: Well sir, i took the liberty of scanning our road ahead.
Lizk: Uh-huh, and..........
Ingling: Well Sir, it appears that we have met a couple of bounty hunters, and when i say a couple, i use the term loosley.
Lizk: (worried) How many?
Ingling: Not sure but way over 60. Mostly sligs, and slogs. There are a few interns, though they appear to be just travveling along.
Lizk: Are they heading this way?
Ingling: Not yet sir.
Lizk: That's our only way to get there, we'll either need to fight, or fly over the top. That would put us at great risk.
Lizk runs over to the middle of the camp, he blows a horn that he keeps in his belt. All the sligs come running over to him.
Lizk: Right, you lot, we have a large group of bounty hunters after us. I'm guessing it's Lazlo. We now need to remain vigilant, keep your weapons loaded and the saftey cathes off. We shall double the guard patrols. We shall set off later today, we are going to need some kind of distraction........
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