[color=aaaaaa]	Gunshots continued to ring out in the dark. 

	But also the screech of tires. The disorganized body of rebels continued to pour out. It was going to get difficult to charge soon, with all the bodies littering the ground. 

	[color=FFFFFF]“Wie!”[/color] Chase pointed at another group, and they perished under gunfire. [color=FFFFFF]“You smell like rats, and so do your spouses!”[/color] 

	Then the rebel army parted like the red sea. Not because of the keep's devastating firepower, but because a semi truck, high beams on, was driving straight towards the keep. It's driver pulled the horn twice, and the rebels let out a warcry in response.

	Boston Jones was just a cog in the machine. His life hadn't changed much when the blood witch became queen. He was just as fat and happy as he had always been. But he had always had high hopes for his sons finding good jobs. Well, good jobs didn't really exist anymore. And what was a father's role but to provide for his family? 

	There was no way the semi was [i]ever[/i] going to get inside the keep. But that hadn't been the intention. As the truck pulled up to the moat, it turned sideways as sharp as it could. Both machine gun nests focused fire on the truck, popping tires and filling the engine compartment with lead. The semi lost control and rolled over onto its side in front of the left side of the keep.

	But even with the semi down, the rumble of another engine still sung through the air.

	A certain blind motorcyclist went undetected by the machine gun nests, which had been determined to stop the semi. It wasn't louder than the machine gun fire, and its driver didn't need a light to see. It went totally undetected until it wasn't. 

	Unfortunately, there had been no ramp set up to help Great Grandpa Lalli get to his destination. Though his speed was great enough that he would at least hit Silver Myth Fort before falling into the moat below. The explosion was great, punching a hole in the lower part of the wall. It wasn't much, and it was lower than everyone would have liked, but the hole was just high enough to reveal the lower floor of the keep. Some of the guards inside peered out of the hole towards the mob of angry rebels. 

	As his strength faded, Boston Jones was able to witness the first hole ever to be punched into Silver Myth Keep. He and Lalli had given their lives to proverbially smack the queen's face, but he could tell the others would be successful. It was just a shame he wasn't going to see it. 

	[color=FFFFFF]“Amen, brother.”[/color] Boston saluted the ball of fire as it faded. Then so did he.

	[color=FFFFFF]“Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!”[/color] Chase threw his arms into the air. [color=FFFFFF]“Get the mason mancers! We shall not be breached!”[/color] 	

	One of the turrets fired on the semi's cargo, only to discover it was carrying several blocks made out of reinforced concrete. Nothing was getting past that, be it rebel vehicle or the keep's bullets. 

	The rebels had already made an entryway into the castle. Now they just needed to use it to lower the drawbridge. But first they needed a way to reach it. And of course, clearing out the battlements would be good too. Not many people were going to get inside with those archers firing, but perhaps the machine gun nests were the single biggest cause of casualties on the front line. [/color]