With surprising speed, the wolverine crossed the room and seized Mark Karogen, briefly debating whether or not to eat him.  Through the bloodthirsty haze in his mind, he realized that the She-Wolf would be very angry if Karogen were dead.  To keep his mistress happy, he simply slugged Karogen across the face and slung him over his shoulder, quickly leaving the room.  As he ascended the stairs, he belched loudly.  Were he not sated, he would have taken a few of the others in the basement with him.  When he was out on the street again, he began to run, working his way toward the Palace of the Wolf.<br/><br/>Out in the street where the battle was still raging, the furs had been pushed away from the S.E.M. building and were organizing into a retreat.  They had taken too many losses to be acceptable.  Their commander was dead and the humans were not giving this ground.  Those that were left of the furs' squad leaders decided to cut and run, and did so, pulling quickly back down the street.<br/><br/>With their own lieutenant dead, the remaining humans did not know whether to pursue or remain.  However, when one of them saw the S.E.M. building's door open, he shouted for them to remain.  He was the platoon's second-in-command, a First Sergeant.  Leaving a private to watch the streets, he took his two remaining squad members and swept through the building.<br/><br/>The basement was still full.  The lieutenant sighed slightly and asked around for Karogen.  A human/cat halfbreed woman shook her head.  "They took him."<br/><br/>Somehow, a fur must have gotten through and snagged him.  The First Sergeant cursed loudly and kicked a wall.  With their lieutenant gone, they had no radio, no way to inform command of their failure.<br/><br/>((OOC: Seru will be unable to post for a week or so, so we'll leave this plotline here for now.))