"Catspaws."  That one word escaped Mary's lips before she clamped her mouth closed.  But in a dream, did that matter?  She was unsure.  "So, your chosen agents fight your lost kindred toe to toe."  A cynical view of the situation, perhaps.  Certainly a soldier's view.  Mary glanced at the fringes of her perception more than a litle nervously.  The dream was fading fast