Bane leaves the medic to his duties - they all have something to do now.  Back into the building, he steps past the dead, glancing down with a pained expression.  He went through real effort to save these people, albeit for "enlightened self-interest" and wished inside that they could have seen the efforts pay off in this.  Turning back to the straggling survivors of the squad, he begins to order them in a firm but gentle tone.<br/><br/>"I need one of you to get a feel for that truck - and another to go with him.  Buddy system." He nods.  "The keys are inside it, just in case we have to make a run for it.  We've stirred up a hell of a fracas out there.  The rest of you, check in with our sarges.  I don't mean to be pushy, but there's no time to waste." His tone takes that more of a professional problem solver or mob cleaner than a drill sergeant.  Things need to get done.<br/><br/>Stopping back in the alley where the battle had raged moments before, he sees something creeping away - a young wolf anthro - somewhere in his mid teens, trailing a smear of blood.  The others seemed to have missed him; Bane ducks out of their sight and pulls his gun, three bullets left, intending to end it for this one.  The wolf, however, glances back at him very slowly, and shakes his head gently, his eyes begging.  Bane takes large strides now, and the fur attempts to scramble to it's feet.<br/><br/>"No - no - WAIT!" The wolf yelps, as the foxboy snatches him by the head, smearing his own hand in the wolf's blood, smashing its head against the wall of the next building, and plants the gun against its back.<br/><br/>"I'm looking for something." Bane asks gently.  "It's squarish, yellow, and takes the general format of an explanation why I shouldn't kill you..."