They got the order to move out earlier than expected. The attack on New Hobart had begun, and the Ivory Skull had apparently already taken heavy losses. They had to get there quickly, before it was too late.
Captain John Macintosh led his forces in sync with those stationed at the Brighton auto shop, making sure their attack was coordinated. His Cambridge car service troops were small in number, but mighty in spirit. They’d show the Little Men just what the best of the Ivory Skull had to offer. They hadn’t been sitting back and doing nothing at this old, abandoned auto shop. No, they’d been training hard to become the best fighters in the Ivory Skull. Now it was time to put that training to the test.
Heading out from the car shop by truck, they made for New Hobart, expecting to get there in no less than ten minutes. How much damage could the Little Men do by then? Surely not that much.
But when they arrived, that thought proved to be horribly incorrect. Already, the damage was beyond belief. The wall of New Hobart had been brought down completely, revealing the city beyond. The buildings were intact, at least, but dozens of Ivory Skull troops lay on the ground in pools of red. So struck with shock and fear was Captain Macintosh that he considered turning the truck around and heading back for the base that had once been a shop for tyres near Cambridge.
In the distance, he spotted a single figure sprinting toward them. It was small, no larger than a child, but moved with speed beyond even the fastest human. A Little Man was coming for them.
“Prepare to fight!” called Captain Macintosh. “We stand here today to avenge our fallen brothers and sisters. One lucky blow and this is over. Be brave, and take down the Little Man before it is too late!”