I sigh and rub my temples, before looking back up.
"Ok you dropkicks listen up. Trilby, you, Simms and Miniman go and get anyone bunkered down in the pub who's a good shot with a rifle and post 'em on the roofs. Knife, you have the Mark 2 'Hog you mentioned on you?"
"Yea, catch." He says, tossing me a cube taken from within his jacket.
I catch the cube and place it down as it expands and transforms into another warthog, this time with a hefty
gauss cannon on the back. "Ok, Knife take Salt and Woon, go set up a defencive perimeter, razor wire, landmines, the whole kit and kaboodle. Paddy, you're with me, you man the gun and I'll spot for you and keep 'em off your back, just be sure not to hit any buildings, otherwise you're paying for them." I say, looking to each Mall Fighter in turn as I give them their jobs. "Well don't just stand there, let's go people!"