((OOC:  Again, no worries, Saiai.  Keep the goodness flowing!))<br/><br/>Sergeant Halvorson winced when he heard what Bane had said.  "Steal a truck?  What does he think I am, the Magical Repo Man?"<br/><br/>"If he's gonna do what I think he's gonna do..." O'Toole began, pointing to the bottles Bane was handling with a meaty finger.  "...and I'm pretty sure he is, we ain't gonna have much of an HQ left.  How the hell you s'pose he's gonna get outta there?"<br/><br/>"I don't have a single clue," said Halvorson.  "Why would he need a truck?"<br/><br/>"Something to jump on and get away, maybe?"<br/><br/>"Shit, even if I could drive, there ain't no way I'd let people jump off a building into a truck and break their legs.  We need those people in there alive and well."<br/><br/>"Hey, there's a good point," said O'Toole.  "How does he think..."  She trailed off as she spotted an empty garbage truck parked halfway in an alley nearby, it's exhaust pipes still breathing smog.  "Well, fucked if we do, fucked if we don't," she said, beginning to walk over to it.<br/><br/>"Wait a minute!" Halvorson rushed after her, as did the two others.  "What are we gonna do, push it?"<br/><br/>"It's still running.  I guess we just figure out how to drive it."<br/><br/>"Shit, woman.  Then you get to drive," muttered Halvorson.  Just then, a coyote-fur within the second floor of the HQ building spotted them and leaned out a window, firing what looked like a harpoon-gun.  The harpoon caught the man behind Halvorson in the arm, sliding cleanly through with a sickening wet noise.  The man shrieked in pain and surprise, and suddenly was whisked away from Halvorson, skidding along the ground toward the hotel, being dragged by the harpoon.  Halvorson sighted the revolver and fired, smacking the coyote in the shoulder with a bullet.  It yelped but kept reeling the man in.  Halvorson fired again, missing.  The helpless man was suddenly lifted from the ground, being pulled up to the window by the harpoon.  Halvorson sighted and fired again, but the coyote ducked in time and the man was suddenly there, being pulled in through the window.  There was a scream, then silence.  The coyote rose from behind the window, its stomach bulging obscenely, then sighted with the harpoon-gun again.<br/><br/>Halvorson dodged left as the harpoon sailed at him, and it missed.  He grabbed the harpoon's line and pulled, yanking the gun from the coyote's grip.  Angered, it dropped out of view again.  Halvorson tucked the revolver into a pocket of his coat and picked up the harpoon-gun, wiping the dead man's blood from its head.<br/><br/>Just then, O'Toole and the other man backed the garbage truck out into the alley - far too quickly and dangerously, of course.  The truck careened over a parked vehicle and flattened it, but O'Toole was smiling fiendishly.<br/><br/>"Hop in, Sergeant!" she called over the din of its engine.  Halvorson rushed over to comply.<br/><br/>Within the building, Collins smiled broadly at Bane's face through the vent's opening.  "Fuckin' A," he said, and ran over to climb up the vent.  The medic helped the blond lieutenant to his feet and dragged him over afterwards.  After that, the soldiers began to climb up the vent in pairs, carefully watching the barricade to make sure it held as they left.<br/><br/>In the deli, Janus sighed a long sigh of both relief and embarrassment.  "A mercenary," he said to himself, lowering his arms and shaking Bazil's hand.  "I'll trust you.  It's been that kind of day.  Pass me some of that whiskey."  He picked up his switchblade and reached down to help Fenson breathe again...<br/><br/>The back door flew open again.  A crazed, exotic-looking fur hurled itself into the room.  By the looks of its head and tail, this must have been the Tazmanian Devil.  The way it swung and slammed Janus into a wall confirmed that it was hopped up on Berserker Juice.  Janus collapsed, unconscious.  The zerked-out Devil's arm shot towards Fenson...