March 1, 2010, 11:17 AM, Central Time Zone, GMT
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The highway, just south of Porcupine Plain
'Listen up!' Matthew Thunderchild's voice boomed through the portable megaphone, 'let's take it slow and easy! We've got to give people time to catch up, so's we're not spread out and disorganised! Anybody with a gun, get a ride in a pickup! We'll run the pickups out in front. That way, we'll make damned sure they see we're coming, and that we mean business!
'It they shoot at us, well, you know who your targets are. Take out that Sutter character and Holcomb, and that other guy, that man in black. Those guys are killers, the type who get other people to do their dirty work. If their guys start shooting at us, you be sure and take them out first. Remember, it's like dealing with a scorpion! Don't worry about the stinger and the claws- go for the head.
'If they get a few of us, just remember, we're not stopping! We're going to keep going until we either get what we want, or they kill us and have a war on their hands!'
The road behind them, as far as the eye could see, was choked with traffic, and each and every vehicle was full of Boom-Boom Kitty fans dressed in cat costumes, and each and every kid had out their cell phones and blackberries and every other kind of electronic contrivance, and were calling everyone they knew.
Jack couldn't believe what he was seeing! He wanted to stop this madness, prevent these kids from getting into serious trouble. Going up against the army and the men in black . . . they didn't seem to realise that they risked being killed!
He stared helplessly at the surreal event being played out; at the endless line of cars filled with kids in cat costumes, all of whom were too young to drive!
It was incomprehensible! It was madness!
And why was he going along with this, driving the lead pickup in the vanguard, with Carly, Jason, Mike and Arley with him? In the cars behind him came Asta, Mary, Penny and their parents, and with them rode Tina. And behind them were the trucks bearing a portable band shell and Boom-Boom Kitty's equipment.
And yet he knew why. This event, strange and surreal as it was, had taken on a life all its own. Boom-Boom Kitty was on the march, and it seemed that nothing could stop it.