As Feign hears Vega's question, he ponders weather he wants a live captive or not...  Which brings up a deep groan from his stomach, answering the question for him.  "Eaten, We definitely need to eat them."  He slid up, draping most of his bulk over and behind one of the monitor banks, keeping his body in the shadows.<br/><br/>"Hide quick, they'll be here any minute..."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The lieutenant continues leading her men through the tall grass in a wide arc around the complex that gets closer and closer to the tower.  Every now and then she looks to the side with her binoculars to see if the Tailmouths are still discussing.  Six of the mercenaries are carrying the crates and the Private is at the rear.  He also keeps an eye on the Tailmouths with his own binoculars.<br/><br/>the lieutenant looks at her watch, shocked to see the numbers flashing red and counting down, less than a minute before their anti-magic wears off!  At the same moment, the private spots Tamara laughing and then suddenly taking off!<br/><br/>Both in unison shout "GO!"  and the group sprints towards the radio tower, hoping they can get there before the tigress and blockade themselves inside.