Lentan's headset beeped an alarm and he turned to a side screen for an explanation.  Someone was transmitting without authorization to the bombardment control center at the airstrip.  With a few quick keystrokes, Lentan was listening in on the conversation.<br/><br/>"--NOT DROP.  Repeat, DO NOT DROP.  Bombardment orders are canceled..."<br/><br/>That wasn't right.  Lentan cut the transmission as soon as he could, but the damage had been done.  He traced its origin to Section 1E of the bunker, near the technology lab.  A few mouse-clicks later and he was viewing that room via the security cameras on the ceiling.  A frightened, fidgeting foxboy was backed up against the communications module.  He had a scientist in a headlock and was aiming something vaguely familiar at the guards that surrounded him.  His ears were turning in every direction, covering what his eyes didn't see, and his tail was swishing to and fro in agitation.<br/><br/>"Shit."  Lentan took a brief moment to contact the airstrip on his own coded channel.  "Mother Hen, Mother Hen, this is Dead Coney, over."<br/><br/>"Go ahead, Dead Coney.  We read you and accept your ID, over."<br/><br/>"Mother Hen, the order to abort the napalm drop is false.  Repeat, it is false.  Proceed with the operation, security authorization Echo Four Lima Seven, over."<br/><br/>"Roger, Dead Coney.  Your authorization is accepted, over."<br/><br/>That should've helped a bit, but Lentan wasn't really in charge of those kinds of things, so his authorization could've helped or it couldn't.  The guys down at the airstrip might go for full re-authorization from the Commander.  But Lentan had other problems.<br/><br/>Namely, there was a foxboy in the bunker wielding one of Lentan's favorite toys.<br/><br/>Turning back to the screen, Lentan keyed the intercom to Section 3E.  "Lentan here.  Listen up, guys.  Don't push him.  Stay back and let me think."  He leaned back in the chair and tried to do just that.<br/><br/>Thinking got a lot harder for him when Fagan waltzed in.  The motherfucker obviously had his own solution to everything, which annoyed Lentan.  Not only that, but Fagan obviously didn't like anyone with the slightest bit of fur in them.  Despite the fact that Lentan's fur blood came from a manic anthro wildcat who had raped his great-grandmother, Fagan still didn't give him any slack.  Even though Lentan was helping win this war, and his girlfriend was a full-blooded human.  So when Fagan cast him a hateful look, Lentan shot a forceful one back.  Not that it helped.  The bulge in Lentan's stomach and his glinting eyes gave Fagan enough reason not to care in the slightest.<br/><br/>Voices behind him made Lentan turn.  There in the doorway were the remaining members of the rescue team.  Despite Fagan's presence, Lentan cracked a smile.  One of his worries was gone.