Charge

Who: Lenin and the Red scutter army
Where: The cargo bay right next to Vinny's concert
 
"Okay, on my count, we charge!" Lenin said to his army. Every single scutter that was a member of the communist party had gathered here, except for the KGB scutters who had infiltrated Vinny's work crew. Every conceivable form of soviet weapon was present, from the AK-47, to a few rocket launchers, and three Soviet Armored Combat Vehicles, known to the layman as the tank.
 
"Stop right there!" came a cry from behind him.
 
Lenin glanced over his shoulder, "Oh bugger, not these two again," then he tapped on top of the nearest tank, "Gunner, a round of high explosive back that way, comrade."
 
The tank's turret rotated until it was aiming directly and Dean and Armer.
 
"Oh hell," they both said, and ducked back into the stairwell just as the shell from the cannon exploded where they were standing a second ago. Another shell was loaded, and then the tank took aim again, fired and exploded.
 
Lenin picked up a piece of metal that had been thrown clear of the explosion, look at the symbol on it and scowled, "Typical bloody Chinese manufacturing. Can't do anything right. Damn Maoists," a quick glance at his Scutter engineers revealed that they had finished their job. "All right, comrades," Lenin announced proudly, "initiate Operation: Music Critic!"
 
With a thundering roar, the explosives that had been fixed to the door exploded, and blew inwards, concussing Tom. The Red Scutter Army swarmed in, armed with AK-47s, propaganda pamphlets and signs that said, 'Long Live Classical Music!'