The workers whose nerves had been shot since day one covered their ears as they anticipated the blast that would deal with the hill that was in their way. Since it would take longer to go around, and nobody wanted to delay this project for a single second, it had been decided to cut through using the explosives that Rassilon had so generously provided when he'd set them on this public works project from hell.

Though the games had ostensibly been ended by Rassilon's decree, every last one of them had the sneaking suspicion that someone was watching and gaining a great deal of entertainment from their misery.

There was an explosion which sent a large section of a nearby hill flying into the air in a spray of dirt and rock, and a much nearer one that caused everyone to flinch.

"Scatter!" The Foreman yelled as yet another red-orange laser bolt fell from the sky.

The men and women who were already running didn't need to be told twice. The aptly named lightning rain had fallen yesterday and the day before that, claiming two of their crew.