General LonGears wrote:
>A *prisoner*?!?  How unmitigatedly fortuitous!
>
>"Bring him to *me*!" I commanded.  That rather sounded like
>Yul Brenner in The 10 Commandments, I noted.  The Captain
>left to fetch our prize.
>
>********************** Scene Fades ******************

Dien looked up as the cell door opened.

"The general will see you now," one of them, probably the leader, said.

"Oh, will he?" Dien replied, staring back at him. The bunny motioned to the
other two and Dien sighed and walked out of the cell under his own power. He
winced as he put weight on his feet -- the wound in his side had been 
bandaged, but it still hurt whenever he moved. He gritted his teeth and
ignored it.

He looked around at the warren as they went. The corridors were, for the most
part, all alike, but it was still a refreshing change from sitting in his
cell brooding over his failure. He'd done a lot of brooding since his 
capture. And the only thing he was sure of was that the damn bunnies cheated.

They had to have had a spy. He'd put his bets on Teral, but it could've been
anyone who helped with the planning. How else would they know exactly where
they were going in time to set up an ambush, or find them in the first place?
Or know to hide from the squirrel patrols? Ach, there he was, brooding again.

He forced himself to look at the architecture. Yawn. Remarkably similar to
UCirc, in general structure, but quite a bit better decorated than the
squirrels' bare cement. How big was this place, anyway?

At last they reached the general's office. Dien mustered his best glare
and stepped through the door.

"So," he snarled, "what do you want?" [flickspit!]

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Dien Silvertail        (P.O.W.)