O'Toole smiled at Arget.  "I like that name," she said, before following Halvorson into the back of the truck.  It reeked of garbage inside, but aside from the opening at the back and the hole Sara had cut in the floor, it was an excellent place to hide.  Halvorson and O'Toole both pulled the hems of their shirts over their faces, trying to filter out the smell.<br/><br/>Janus saw Heretic standing near the truck to bid his comrades farewell.  He slowly came up beside the anthro-fox and stood, waiting to salute them as they departed.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Feldana sniffled and wiped her eyes on the cloth she'd been given, seemingly placated by Sherra's assurance.  "Okay," she said.  "We can be safe with Auntie Maeve... she lives in Sombquist."  Keeping the cloth's edges in her fingers, she reached out to Sherra to be picked up.<br/><br/>Fort Blotar was still being ransacked.  As Feldana reached up to Sherra, a window on the first floor was broken out and an anthro-goat in the uniform of a guard struggled to clamor out into the moat.  He lost his balance on the edge and fell with a splash into the water.  Immediately thereafter, three humans came to the window and showered the guard with bullets.  The moat began to run red as the guard's body shattered and fell apart, floating in pieces in the water.  The humans, satisfied, surveyed the countryside from the window, looking for more targets.  It was a matter of seconds before they spotted Sherra, Kitten, and Feldana.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The First Sergeant chuckled at Jenten's comments.  "Well, if we do see them, just walk on by.  They shouldn't feel threatened."  He looked at Emiko.  "I'm pretty sure the Lady is smart enough not to have a peace protest sliced up.  She'd look three worlds of bad to her subjects."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The old man sat in angry silence, seemingly ignoring Karogen.  When the anthro-vixen passed on her information and quickly departed, he remained more quiet than death.<br/><br/>Many floors above their cell, Lady Alhanda was perusing more files her staff had found on anything they had gathered about the Resistance, Eric Lentan, and Mark Karogen.  She was rapidly finding herself no closer to an understanding of her enemies than she had been at the start of the fighting.  Frustrated, she dropped the files on her grand wooden desk, passing from her private office to her bedchambers.  She was in need of relief.<br/><br/>Her husband was absent - perhaps reading in the study as he liked to.  Whenever she was working, he could not rest.  Something in his male blood made him want to do things, however unproductive, when she was active.  Perhaps it was his way of reaffirming his own potency.  Living as he was, a second-rate husk of a wolf under the law of his own wife, had drained him of his ire and aggression.  Perhaps that is why he denied her a single daughter.  Vaguely she considered stopping by the nursery to toy with her sons - they were likely still asleep, though, and she did not need to be reminded of her lack of a true heir.<br/><br/>Angrily she stormed from the room and returned to her private office, thrusting the doors to her balcony open.  She strode to the railing and laid her paws on it, noticing Karogen's blood still dried on one set of claws.  Give him a few days - when she saw him next he would beg for her mercy in exchange for every last drop of knowledge he had.<br/><br/>Smoke rose in distant places across the skyline of her city.  A lip curled back on her face, her fangs baring in a silent growl.  This Resistance had to be crushed.  But she did not only want to rid her own city of it.  Lord Asturi of House Javier was putting down the Resistance in his lands too quickly, with too much force.  This was a global conflict, and if humans were to be eternally subjugated, every last member of the Resistance had to be found and totally destroyed.  If you crushed a pestilence too quickly, with too much force, you were bound to miss significant portions that could go into recession and rebuild for an eventual resurgence.<br/><br/>No - Alhanda had a different plan.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Lentan walked to the back of the garbage truck, looking in at those who had climbed aboard already.  He saw Halvorson, O'Toole, their medic, the Slayer girl, the Slayer bear-taur... and he realized he didn't know many of their names, nor the Slayer rat's name.  He looked behind him at Chiro and the foxboy... he'd heard him say his name was "Arget" to O'Toole.<br/><br/>He turned back to those in the truck.  He looked at the medic.  "What's your name, soldier?" he asked.<br/><br/>"Private Ellis Brown, sir," said the medic, his indifferent demeanor unbroken by the presence of his Commander.<br/><br/>Lentan nodded, looking to the Slayers.  "And yours?"