CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
Rockin' Out
Cloak and Parker stood steadfast. Loose Cannon was yelling at his men to fire, but Parker's armor was sufficient enough to deflect the bullets. Cloak's energy shield was more than sufficient.
"Pathetic, General." Cloak snarled.
"Don't you DARE to speak to me, you subhuman Fido!!"
Calling any cat a "Fido" . . . well, this is pretty much the ultimate insult. This is what drove Cloak into his spiel, "You holier-than-thou dolt. You have no idea with the powers in which you're meddling. The elements themselves are nothing more than mere playthings to me!"
Beneath his helmet, Parker smirked. He knew that Cloak was just blowing smoke, trying to intimidate this arrogant general.
"My question is how you ever rose to the rank of general," Parker said, rather more coolly than Cloak, "when your crimes against other species -- hell, other RACES -- is quite well-known. Or at least I thought they were."
General Cannon's face became the color of drywall.
"Oh, don't they know?" Parker said. "That farm couple, that young boy, and those tax collectors that you slaughtered under the pretenses of them being -- what was it? Oh, yeah, 'home-grown terrorists'. Using the war to justify your slaughter of innocent people of Middle Eastern decent. Tsk tsk tsk!"
"You will be silent! They were terrorists!" he raged.
"How is an eighteen-month-old a terrorist?" Parker asked, pleasantly.
"KILL THEM!! KILL THEM BOTH!!"
"Fool," Cloak sniped, "only a Realm Walker can kill a Realm Walker, everybody knows that."
"Shut your snout, subhuman filth."
That's when the tank-ATV hybrid fired again.
***
Ash had arrived at RAF and delivered the sample to the four hands of Yarin, who lead Goom and Aquilai to his lab. They began to fire off multiple questions and statements, so their voices tended to overlap each other.
But they agreed that they shouldn't use all the sample, just in case their first valiant attempt at an antidote failed miserably. So they have backup sample, so to speak, because Ash made it perfectly clear that this was the only sample in the military warehouse. There wasn't anymore. Not even in Yarin's farfetched microwave.
"FOOD YIELD INCREASER!!!!!"
Okay, okay, sorry Yarin.
Not even in Yarin's Food Yield Increaser.
***
"There she is!" Gaz pointed.
Horse was somehow moving through a city street, she seemed to be riding small glacier of ice and water. However, this tended to cause tremendous property damage.
"FOOD . . . NEED FOOD . . ."
"She's growing taller by the minute!" Guy gasped. "That's why she's so hungry!"
"Not to mention what a PR nightmare this is gonna be," Gaz said, a valiant attempt at a joke.
"That's not funny, Gaz," Guy said, quite seriously.
Suddenly, powerful strums of a large guitar was heard quite audibly. The two turned toward Seal, and blinked furiously.
"Where'd she get an electric guitar?!" Guy exclaimed.
"Never mind that! How is she playing it?!" Gaz commented.
Then Horse dropped the neon guitar, saying, "FOOD . . . NEED FOOD . . ."