((OOC:  Correction, Chirouso and Heretic - no Wolverine in the deli.  Just the Tazmanian Devil.))<br/><br/>The truck lurched and sped backwards out into the street the moment Bane's kick was heard from above.  O'Toole and Halvorson hung on for dear life as the truck spun into the street and shifted into forward gear.  Halvorson heard Bane's cry and peered around the front of the truck, watching as the halfbreed pelted for the deli.  He jumped off the back of the truck and ran up to the cab, shoving the harpoon-gun in O'Toole's lap.<br/><br/>"Cover the truck.  I'll be back," he ordered, then followed Bane into the deli, which, to his surprise, was also on fire.  He ran over to the door to investigate.  There was a zerked-out Tazmanian Devil-fur with a pockmarked arm and side and a knife protruding from his chest.  Bane was pulling an unconscious Janus out of the deli to safety.  The tall, silver serpent Halvorson had met earlier was carrying Fenson under his wing and covering Bane and Janus to the door.  Over by the left wall, an anthro-fox was pointing a big-ass handgun at the Devil-fur.<br/><br/>Halvorson stepped to the side and sighted a Molotov cocktail laying at the feet of the Devil-fur.  He aimed the revolver and fired.<br/><br/>The cocktail shattered, showering droplets of highly flammable alcohol onto the Tazmanian Devil, who, aided by the fire overtaking the deli, erupted into flames himself.  An unearthly howl filled the deli and the street outside as the pain finally pierced through the sea of rage and bloodlust surrounding the Devil-fur's mind.  He remembered the command he had been given by the fox in the corner.  The pain overtook both the effects of the Berserker Juice and the other serum, but he understood that he had been betrayed.<br/><br/>The howl he was uttering formed into a word.  "YYYOOOOOOUUUU!!!"  The Devil-fur lurched in the fox's direction.  "KIIILLLLL!!!"  Its claws slashed out at the fox...<br/><br/>Halvorson recoiled from the hell in the deli and turned to look at the truck - and nearly tripped over a short rat in a kilt waiting in the street.  "What the HELL?!" he shouted, startled.