Chiro's nose could detect that the lieutenant had indeed gone into the armory, but had not stayed there.  The scent trailed back out of the room, towards the rear of the building...<br/><br/>Baz would only notice that some weapons and ammo were missing from the armory.  Specifically, a large assault rifle and some grenades, in addition to a few canisters of tear gas...<br/><br/>Crouched in the alley behind the safe house, the lieutenant heard the commotion within and guessed his disappearance had been discovered.  He had awoken when the Blood Cult was about to attack, but had kept his eyes solidly shut, listening to the ruckus around him.  When the medic had left his side to tend to Collins, he quickly scrabbled to the armory and loaded up on what seemed appropriate.  He had to escape.  The platoon had mutinied against him.  He was no longer in command, this he knew.<br/><br/>Then he had paused.  Perhaps they were out of his control, but what did that mean for the Resistance?  If he went back to brigade HQ with no platoon, it would make him a deserter - a coward.  It would also give the furs a new element.  Whoever those furs were, they had infiltrated the platoon and were milking Halvorson and the others for information.  He had to put them down.  Then he could return to report a job well done.<br/><br/>Halvorson seemed like a good enough man, if misguided and totally stupid.  It was that O'Toole bitch he'd always had a problem with.  That, and she obviously was under the furs' influence.  He'd seen the look on her face when she and that mongrel halfbreed came back down from the roof.  She would have to be eliminated and chalked up to being killed by the Blood Cult.  The rest of the humans were largely guiltless, also.  That's why he'd taken the tear gas.<br/><br/>And all five canisters of it sat at his feet now.  It would knock out the humans and if it didn't take care of the furs it would sure as hell fuck with their noses.  He pulled all five pins on the canisters in rapid succession and rushed to the back door, kicking it open and hurling the canisters in.  Then he brought up his assault rifle and slunk around to the front of the building, waiting to pick off any escapees.