HIreland wrote:Clark could see that the military had managed to get their trucks moved out of the ruins of the restaurant front. Considering the trucks were non-functional that was pretty impressive, they must have all gotten out and pushed, which while not being the brightest idea, was still better than being trapped in a building and slowly poisoned by rising carbon monoxide levels. Clark would have just shut the motor off and turned the kitchen exhaust fan on to clear away the gas. They were chasing after him now. Clark was well experienced with running from soldiers, especially after that domino incident with the missiles when he'd been a military engineer in HIreland. These guys didn't seem all that bright, every time they had failed to bring down Edric they had just used the same plan again but with more guns. Clark was good enough at science to know that carbon monoxide was lighter than air, especially after coming out of a hot engine, so he would be safest from it in the storm-drain system. He lifted a drain cover and dropped safely below the gas level. He crawled through the pipe, pushing his box of parts in front of him, the newly added car parts reading "not the property of the Sharifistani military", with the "not" in permanent marker. He's like to see the soldiers try crawling through this pipe. There were times being built like a beanpole came in handy. All he had to do was get out of the local area, it was unlikely that the soldiers would bother him later, not with all they had going on at the moment. They should be trying to get out of the street, and dropping down into a drainage system to follow him was the last thing they wanted to do, unless they wanted to be stuck in a pit next to a pipe they couldn't fit through with carbon monoxide starting to diffuse down as it cooled. Clark turned a corner in the pipe and began heading in the direction of the school. He hoped he'd have a chance to work that idea he'd had for a caner cure. He'd tried suggesting it but his proposal had been rejected for including the word "awesome" too many times. Hopefully the school would re-open soon and then he could get to work. There wasn't much point in being here if there wasn't a school.
The elite soldiers split up to find him when he gets out, each platoon goes a separate direction.
Conscripts roam around looking for suspicious characters.