Bane didn't give himself any chance at this point.  People were going to die on one side or another, and in his mind, he partitioned the world in terms of black and white; the furs were agressing retreating men, which was evil.  He had the capacity to convince himself of total bullshit when he wanted to, which made his decision a lot easier.  Three cocktails in his arms, he chucked them, one by one, in front of the front doors several stories below.  If the furs wanted to escape, they could jump from the second story and hurt themselves.<br/><br/>He ushered them all down the fire ladder, handing one unarmed man his edged weapon while he held the pipe close, keping an eye out, until he saw Halvorson at the position he'd shouted at the halfbreed from.<br/><br/>"Sonofabitch, he pulled through." The fox flagged him over in their direction furiously.  They were going to jump from the escape right onto the truck and gun it out of the alley, not giving the furs the chance to intercept them in the streets.  "Over here!" He roared, hoping whoever was behind the wheel could figure out how to back in enough.  If nothing else, the truck would block the furs entrance to the alley whilst they climbed aboard.  "Cover yer' driver, sarge!"