The moment Karogen spoke the word "Eric," an attendant in the room, previously unseen behind a tapestry, briskly left, bowing to the Lady before he exited.  Alhanda's eyes glinted in the light, but she remained stoically neutral.<br/><br/>"It matters not whether she is alive," she said.  "Her name is still important.  Speak it.  Then tell me everything you know of Lentan's 'organization.'  You will not be finished for a long time yet, Karogen."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The First Sergeant looked at Faust's back in disbelief.  Who the hell was this guy, and why was he leading these people to certain death?  He strode around to cut off Faust's progress and looked him in the eye.<br/><br/>"If you think this is the time for a sit-in, you've got your head stuffed a LONG way up your ass," he said bluntly.  "I don't care what you think of each other, but if you go anywhere outside of this area, the furs will rip you apart.  You'll stay here if you want to live."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The medic jumped when Baz groaned, but recovered with a relieved sigh.  He let him light up and grumble out his orders, then finished tying off the bandages.  "Lay still for a while," he said firmly.  "If you try to get up too soon you might pass out again."<br/><br/>Halvorson snapped his head in Baz's direction and came over, kneeling down next to the rat.  "You scared the shit outta me, fella," he remarked, patting Baz's shoulder (the uninjured one).  He then got up and found Sara.  "Baz says someone should be checking in and you need to listen to her."<br/><br/>Janus' eyes rolled over to look at Chiro and his sister sharing a moment of safety.  He slowly sat up, shaking sorrow from his head.  Collins was dead, done, gone.  It was time to move forward.  He rose to his feet and took stock of himself for a few moments.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a series of howls and curses erupted from outside.  Halvorson's head whipped to locate their source.  "Sounds like Bane!" he said, leaning into a sprint outside.<br/><br/>O'Toole had heard Bane's howls also, and whirled to see him collapsed on the ground in a fetal position, banging his head against the pavement as his engorged stomach churned and shrunk.  She dashed over to him, but stopped short, his noises making her keep her distance.  Halvorson was already there, staring at the foxboy in shock.<br/><br/>"What's wrong with him?" O'Toole asked, frightened.  Halvorson, having heard Heretic's remark, spun around and ran back inside, approaching the anthro-fox.<br/><br/>"What the HELL is one hundred percent?!" he asked in a frenzy.  The medic rushed to the doorway and looked out at the writhing form on the ground.