Once the guards pass, Phoenix makes his move. He dashes across the street and dives behind the apple cart, unaware of either of their eyes watching him.
Name: Phoenix Gender: Male Age: 12-13 Race: Human Appearance: Street rat but sci-fi; patched clothing, newsie cap, scar on cheek from failed cyborg surgery, dirty face.
*As the tanks start rolling forward once more, I slip away, letting out an almost evil laugh. Then... One of the tanks explodes in a ball of flames. There is a minefield.*