"So," Zira said, peering down the darkened bunnymover tunnel, "How long until
 it goes off?"

Teral shrugged. "No way to tell. The bomb'll go off outside, and then they'll
dig the rest of the way down. We found one of our diggers abandoned by the
side of the road not far from here... don't ask me how it got here. They said
it looked like crap, but still worked. That's why I picked this spot."

"So what's to keep the bunnies from tracking the beacon?"

"It sounds like static -- unless you know exactly what you're looking for, 
 there's no way to find it. [flick]" Teral checked the time. "Come on...."

There was a loud crash, and a rumble almost exactly like hundreds of tons of
rock collapsing into a small tunnel.

"Oops," Teral said, "Wait here, I'll see how bad it is." He grabbed a 
flashlight and ran down the tunnel. The flickering orange glow told he it was
as bad as he'd feared even before he saw the lead transport (carrying the 
beacon and pretty much nothing else, better safe than sorry) crushed by 
chunks of cement from the ceiling. At least the whole tunnel hadn't collapsed,
and the normal tunnel ventilation seemed to be handling the smoke. As it was 
it'd be a job hauling all that rock and wreckage over to the side so the 
transports could pass.

There was a whirring from the ceiling, and with a shower of dust and gravel
a rusty metal contraption emerged from the ceiling and crashed to the floor,
where, after a few last pitiful gasps and clanks, it died. The operator
floated down to land atop it, grinning widely.

"Look at this mess!" Teral screeched at him, "I told you you should just dig
all the way down! This'll take forever to clean up, and YOU bozos are going
to do it! [flick!]"

"[flick] It was worth it... you shoulda seen the blast... [swish]" 

Teral sighed, he should have guessed. "Well, get moving. I'm sure you weren't
the only ones admiring the blast. [chitter]"

"Don't worry, [flick] we've got scouts out combin' the area. No bunny within
 a hundred miles."

Teral glared at him. "Our *target*'s within a hundred miles. But take special
care there aren't any within ten. [flick] We can't afford for them to be
forwarned. Now go! I'll get things ready at the transports. [flick]"

[. . .]

Outside, a pair of scouts, armed with pointed sticks, patrolled sector 7G.

"Damn it, there's a bunny!" chittered the first, as a flash of white fur
disappears into a clump of trees.

[shrugflick] "So?"

"So let's go!" The squirrel waved his stick around, "We can't let him get 
 away!"

"Nah, bunnies are dangerous. [flick] Pointy teeth. And claws. [shudder]"

[chitter!]

"Relax! By the time that bunny could hop to Toledo, the battle'll be over."

[. . .]

The white bunny quivered in the bushes by the Turnpike, barely visible. Few
passing drivers would think to connect that with a car pulling over to the
side and putting on its blinkers.

"Help me!" cried the bunny, in tones that suggested his words would be 
hideously mispelled if he were typing. He dropped the transmitter and hopped 
inside. "Mean squirrels!!"

"Squirrels?" asked a grey bunny from a pet carrier in the back seat, opening
the door to let the white bun in, "Again? [sighfluff] What now?"

The car started up, and continued on down the road...