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Jerry nodded. Level 1 barbarians may be elixir troops, but that didn't mean that they were very strong. Surprising, yes. Dangerous? No. At least they helped take out the robot and a couple tanks.

"We need a good plan, but I don't have one," he said to Jack. "Because reinforcements aren't coming," he added.

"I can't call all my forces for this. They may have much more. Let's retreat. We can't face these guys head on."

Jerry wasn't very happy. Retreat to where? This was where the base was. They could relocate, he supposed, but that would involve moving large equipment while they were in the middle of being attacked, so that wasn't really an option.

"How do you suppose we do that?" he asked. Maybe Jack had some ideas. "We've got expensive equipment down in our bunker."

He gets close and whispers."We're going underground. Just disappear and meet me here. He hands you a location device."

"Just me? What about everybody else?" asks Jack, taking the device.

"get everyone."

Jack spoke into his communications device, telling them to scatter out of the city and then regroup.

Jack was nowhere to be seen. Jerry could see him moving incredibly fast on the locating device.

Jerry attempted to follow, but he had neither a cloaking device nor whatever the thing was that was making Jack move so fast.

However, he eventually made it out of the city.

"How do make sure that your men aren't followed?"

"Its in the middle of a battle. The redeemers probably just think we're retreating, which we are anyway. Why would they follow us? They want the loot, not us."

"We don't know that do we?"

"All I'm saying is that it's not very likely to happen. They're still fighting the Factoreds, too."

"You're right. Anyway. The place is through here." He points at an entrance to a sewer."

"You've gotta be kidding me. I hate doing this."