Jack ran forward through the department's parking lot as the gas billowed within the store, dashing from vehicle to vehicle for cover. At least some of the enemy must have had protection against the gas though. There was a mighty shout of "Cobra-la-la-la-la-la!" and then shots started coming from the front windows, the soft pops of modified air rifles. Jack ducked as the rounds streaked past, specially-modified tracers made to resemble lasers. He couldn't believe it. They were actually using 'Cobra-la-la-la-la-la' as a serious battle cry. These people were beyond all reason.