"Here's a shot," said Collins, handing Bane a syringe.  "It lasts for about an hour, though, so you should be good for now.  Hang onto that."<br/><br/>"Pills coming up," said the sergeant, giving a couple to Bane and Collins.  "Anyone else wants some Vore Juice, grab it now."  Janus looked like he was thinking about it, but didn't ask.  Fenson simply sat there.<br/><br/>The room consisted of a pane glass storefront with a eight chairs and four tables in front of the counter.  The deli counter itself was a fixed, glassed-in container holding various cuts of meat and vegetables.  Behind the counter, where the squad was waiting, was a utility sink with a sponge and a bucket, a waist-high desk used for preparing sandwiches and also holding a large toaster, a refrigerator, a pantry, and a table holding the (now empty) cash register.  A door led to the alley out back.  In the floor next to Fenson was a hatch that led to the refrigerated storage room.  From behind the counter and through the pane glass windows, the squad could see about half of the block.  The building across the way was a shabby, three-story motel.  Through a crack in the rear door, Collins could see garbage cans and a storm drain.<br/><br/>And then the storm drain moved, as if slightly nudged from below.  Collins' muscles tightened and he gripped the machete.  Then there was a clang as the storm drain flew open and first one, then two more furs heaved themselves out onto the pavement in the alley.  Two anthro-dogs and an anthro-weasel were now sniffing about ina frenzy for prey.  Collins nudged Bane.  "Three furs out there," he whispered.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the hatch to the storage room was flung open and a furry arm grabbed Fenson by the ankle.  Fenson screamed, jabbing his switchblade into the arm.  There was a howl and it vanished under the closing hatch.  Then the hatch flew open again, and an angry female tiger-fur erupted into the room, seizing Fenson and biting into his neck.<br/><br/>The furs outside heard the commotion and charged the door.  Collins jumped back and took Bane with him as the door flew open.  Janus rose to stab the she-tiger as the sergeant whirled and fired the revolver at one of the dog-furs, who fell.  The other lunged for the sergeant, knocking the gun from his hand...