Slugger, back in pants (willing to risk them rusting with Gloktigi about), wiped the rain from his visor and loads his shotgun with a sharp click.
This is not my day... He thought morbidly. "Five?" he said to Laskar, "That's not usual...normally they go in ones or twos, never more then three...they argue too much...We should move, if the factory are employing Gloks to eliminate us then they won't give up until we're all dead. We need somewhere high up, they can't climb to well, and they're very sensitive to sacred ground, it screws up their sensors."
Slugger looked at Cheddar, "You Mudokons are at least safe if you can get to a temple or something." He turns towards Laskar, he grins, "And we can blast those freaks into the next life if you're up for it."
|