Kelsey, Tyler and some militia collected the machinegun.

Under Lee's supervision, Police secured the building. Lee also reported finding 2 M72A3 LAW rockets and 2 M143 ATRs in the back of the Humvee, along with 3 M16A2s. Not to mention most of 4 corpses from around the alley.

As well, they found a stash of drugs that tested positive as cocaise and methamphetamine, and garden-variety pot. Not to mention several plastic mickey bottles and several glass two-sixer's of spirits like Drambui Rum, Jack Daniels, Absolut Vodka and so on.

Everyone made it back to UBC safely.

Also, the radio watch didn't turn up anything for the rest of the night, and radio traffic was normal. That is, nothing from the late-rising Bikers in the middle of the black night.

Over the next couple hours into the dawn, the rain, if anything, became worse. It increased to a torrential downpour. Now the wind started up, gaining in speed, whipping the rain sideways.

Almost daylight. The sun rising in the East. Springtime in Vancouver. Torrential rains were not so infrequent and they usually yield an incredible harvest of cherryblossoms and other delightful array of colors and fragances along the streets, in gardens and unkept backyards. Nothing changed the mood of nature over the years. Nor war or peace...human business, after all. Weary soldiers went to sleep. The horror witnessed through the night creeping into thoughts and shadows.

Taras dreaming.

...I was once travelling along the shores of Lake Baikal. I met a young Buryat girl with a broad long face with high cheek bones on horseback, wearing a smock and cotton trousers. I asked her to sell me her pipe, but while we were talking she looked with comtempt to my Black Sea complexion and dress. All of a sudden she became tired of talking and galloped off, uttering wild yells...

Meanwhile the rain kept on pounding outside the window.

In reply to helbent4 (msg #1):

Clarke wearily made herself a cup of tea as the storm's fury shook the window panes.  She finished her tea with a little toast, then retired to get a few hours sleep before the next day's tasks were upon her.

The night before had been horrific, but it had yielded one boon: the girl they rescued.  Once she had a chance to rest, Clarke was going to pay the woman a visit.  They needed a chance to meet the people from the Underground.  Having saved the young woman, they should have their chance to make some friends.  Clarke didn't intend to let that chance slip by.

She eventually finished up, but instead of making the trip in the rain back to UBC decided to stay at the police station on the edge of downtown.