Preparations made, Clara knew when to make her move. The ninja strapped equipment to her body and put more in a large backpack, leaving her rotocoptor in a vacant field, hidden in a large hay stack and well out of range of the electromagnetic pulse generator, fifty miles from Ultramax Rocky Pen.

Backpack donned, Clara wore flexible climbing shoes on her feet, weapons hidden but accessible beneath a handmade poncho and drawstring pants, both common in the vicinity and purchased from a different tri-quad earlier that day. Clara walked the four miles to Other Town where her new horse waited.