Janus ran indoors as soon as Chiro told him.  Halvorson rose from the floor and put the unlit cigar away in his pocket.  He nudged O'Toole, who stirred awake in time to hear Baz' announcement.  She whipped up her quarterstaff, but Halvorson looked at her.<br/><br/>"We'll need better than that," he said.  "Let's hit the weapons locker."<br/><br/>The humans who were able to fight raided the weapons room, arming themselves with anything and everything they could get their hands on.  They emerged decked out with all sorts of guns and blades, prepared to shred anything in their way.  Halvorson had adopted an automatic shotgun, and had loaded up on bandoliers of ammunition for it, taking only a small pistol as backup.  He did keep his sword, though, safely kept in its sheath by his side.  O'Toole was wielding a stout assault rifle and had two revolvers tucked away in her pockets, with her staff slung across her back.  Janus bore an Uzi and a few grenades, with his switchblade tucked into his belt.<br/><br/>Collins had found a very special weapon - a tranquilizer pistol, which he loaded with shots of morphine from the medic's bag.  As the humans arranged themselves in defensive positions throughout the building, he took out the syringe of Vore Juice that Bane had tossed to him earlier and shot up, feeling the tingling sensation of the serum's effect shiver through his skin and bones.  He had forgotten his box of chocolates on the floor - he was hungrier now.<br/><br/>He looked over at Bane and said, "You want to shoot up, fella, now's the time."  Only then did O'Toole notice Bane and she looked at him for a moment, saying nothing again.<br/><br/>The medic had tested a sample of Fenson's blood in the meantime on Sara's little machine - after sterilizing the needle with alcohol, of course.  He found Fenson to be a type A-positive, rH+.  He found the appropriate bag of blood and put an IV in Fenson's arm, feeding him the new blood and thanking the Five Gods that Fenson wasn't some rare type.  Fenson was gaining coherence and asked, "What's going on, doc?"<br/><br/>"No rest for the weary, private," the medic said simply.<br/><br/>Halvorson leaned over to Iln.  "What kind of danger?  Where is it?" he asked her.  If the furs had found this place, the whole of the Slayer Cult was in trouble across the world.