Andy expected to feel the knife, but instead he felt a rain of tiny fragments of concrete as thunder echoed in the alley. A gun. Pucker Up cursed and was gone. Someone stood at the alley mouth, someone big and bulky with a swollen, oversize head. Andy’s vision was blurred. A troll? Too small. For a second Andy’s vision cleared. Not a troll, but a soldier in combat armor. The soldier fired another burst to hurry the fleeing orks, chipping more concrete from the building walls.