"On your knees! Please! Hands in the air, let's do this peacefully!" the man with the megaphone shouted. "You must all be documented and vetted at our local—"
"Shut the fuck up!" one of the students shouted back, his voice stronger than even the megaphone.
All the soldiers tensed and raised their automatic weapons. The tanks clicked on with a whirl of machinery that Faust's sensitive ears picked up.
'A tank against high schoolers? Are they serious? I mean, there are people here that can rip that thing apart with their bare hands, but still…'
The mounted turrets on the cars and tanks turned and took aim. The Soldier all looked pale, but resolute. They would shoot.
"Why should we go with you fools?" a girl yelled.
"I dare you to shoot," one boy taunted. "I'll turn you all to ashes before you can say mummy."
All the kids began to heckle the crowd. Their derision and dismissal dripped in their voices. Some of them must have forgotten bullets can still hurt them.
