((OOC: I've posted Dreamer's backstory in the Writing Album of my Art Gallery.  Not too many spoilers, just a lot of hints.))<br/><br/>--Oh, shit, no.  No, no, no.  Not Sombquist, too!--<br/><br/>After leaving the parking garage, their corpse-ploy having worked, the group had escaped Kree with no further trouble, which was almost a miracle.<br/><br/>But during their drive east through the plains, here and there they had seen individual farmsteads and highway-side towns in flames.  Though some rare farmsteads seemed to have escaped the destruction thus far, more often than not groups of humans were standing watch around these places, keeping the frightened furries within under siege.  More than likely, once Shark's lieutenants showed up... these bastions of resistance by the furs would be overrun at high cost of human life, and the furs would be slaughtered.<br/><br/>But he'd hoped the uprising was limited to Kree.  Evidently it was not.  He'd hoped the police forces would have resisted the rebellion in some places.  It didn't appear so.<br/><br/>He'd been praying that Sombquist had been spared.  Surely, since Shark was in Kree, he would have brought most of his human troops there?<br/><br/>But the plume of smoke on the horizon ---- exactly in the direction of Sombquist----seemed to indicate otherwise...<br/><br/>As he drove east, accelerating perhaps more than was safe, he prayed that Maeve had stayed home on her farm, as usual, and that she was still alive and unharmed.  She had Lakran with her... and surely her human slaves KNEW how well she had always treated them... surely they would have DEFENDED her from the rebels...<br/><br/>But he feared otherwise.  His arms, both of them, trembled as he clutched the station wagon's steering wheel.  Anyone trying to drive it at a later date would see a section of the wheel had been crushed by a powerful grip.<br/><br/>"If anyone's hurt Maeve," he said abruptly, out loud, "I'm going to kill them all.  Every one of them.  And that Shark fucker will pay!"