Hiro gets up into a ugg boots cheap sale conservative squat, looks around. Squeaky and the other Enforcer are nowhere to be seen.
     Hiro forces his way through one of the trellises and into a row that is closer to the action.
     The other Enforcer -- the driver -- is in the same row, about ten meters away, his back turned to Hiro. He glances over his shoulder in Hiro's direction, then looks in the other direction and sees someone else -- Hiro can't quite see who, because The Enforcer is in the way.
     "What the fuck," The ugg boots on sale Enforcer says.
     Then he jumps a little, as though startled, and something happens to the back of his jacket.
     "Who is it?" Hiro says.
     The Enforcer doesn't say anything. He is trying to turn back around, but something prevents it. Something is shaking the vines around him.
     The Enforcer shudders, careens sideways from foot to foot. "Got to get loose," he says, speaking loudly to no one in particular. He breaks into a trot, running away from Hiro. The other person who was in the ugg boots on sale row is gone now. The Enforcer is running in a strange stiff upright gait with his arms down to his sides. His bright green windbreaker isn't hanging correctly.
     Hiro runs after him. The Enforcer is trotting toward the end of the row, where the lights of the street are visible.
     The Enforcer exits the field a couple of seconds ahead of him, and, when Hiro gets to the curb, is in the middle of the road, illuminated mostly by flashing blue light from ugg boots cheap sale a giant overhead video screen. He is turning around and around with strange little stomping footsteps, not keeping his balance very well. He is saying, "Aaah, aaah" in a low, calm voice that gurgles as though he badly needs to clear his throat.
     As The Enforcer revolves, Hiro perceives that he has been impaled on an eight-foot-long bamboo spear. Half sticks out the front, half out the back. The back half is dark with blood and black fecal clumps, the front half discount uggs for women is greenish-yellow and clean. The Enforcer can only see the front half and his hands are playing up and down it, trying to verify what his eyes are seeing. Then the back half whacks into a parked car, spraying a narrow fan of head cheese across the waxed and polished trunk lid. The car's alarm goes off. The Enforcer hears the sound and turns around to see what it is.