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Yo, irrepably mad with terror and grief had made it to the second hideout
she had knew about. Now she paced and frothed inside a cage as the men and
women of The New Frontier Self Defense Millitia read what had been on her
collar. Back when Yo could speak and think, she had asked Sabrina to write a note of the ways that the survivors could go to safety. Just in case. Just...in case. The commanders of the league, dedicated to holding back the things that used to come out of the spatial anamoly at the North End of the land were excited. With their knowledge of the once-active dimensional barriers (they had gone dead when the demon kitties arrived) they felt confident that they could go back to Yo's old homestead and send survivors to safety. But how, exactly? Ifrit, a Dalmation-breed, knew of a way that led straight through the heart of demon territory but was only one mile long. Ifrit danced and pranced in her seat, eager to leave now. She always wanted things now. Eating, sleeping, chasing balls, tearing the throat out of crazy monsters. But that's what had gotten her into trouble before. Last time something human had come out of the rift, she had slain it before anyone could say something. The only thing really left was an I.D. badge saying 'Rince'something. Ifrit and her forces had been regulated to 'back-up' duty, back when they could afford to have back-up forces. John Henry-Irons, also the best blacksmith in the known lands, came into the room. As always, his extreme paleness and redhair seemed to be a biological lantern. He told the collected crew that the transportation tunnels under the city were still clear and that would reach fairly close to where they needed to go. Duke looked calmly out from under a tangle of wheat-blonde hair. He had gone twenty-nine straight hours, ever since the plans had been found on Yo, inventing things. His beige shirt and green pants were stained with grease. His fingernails were raw and bloody. But the systems he had invented, like everything he worked on, were ready to go. Once they got to the Daedelus Tower, which by it's very nature, was free of evil, they could go to the top and use his inventions to glide out of the city and to anywhere there weren't demon kitties. The problem was that the Tower was literally encircled by the enemy. Nobody really cared about the other commander in the room. Josh Burbank ran the support staff. And while like all men and women in this facillity, he could fight and fight well, he was fairly an idiot. His proposal was to bribe the kitties with warm milk, then step on all of them. Everyone in the room wished that there was some stuff for Josh to cook (he cooked well). For while a sword was always welcome, Josh ... um, smelled bad. And he kept looking at the breasts of the door gaurds.
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