Your copy stands by the door as you scramble up the wall and into the vent first, throwing the suitcase in first before hoisting yourself up. As you scramble in initially, you hear the door being kicked in – there’s a shotgun burst and a cut off scream, followed almost immediately by a loud double tap… then relative silence. Halfway into the vent, you realize your clone had just been taken out.

 

And before you can get all the way in, your free legs are snatched by two hands, and your boots are yanked, soon yanked free, even as you fight back, you can feel your legs enveloped in something soft. There’s an angry screech, and looking back, you see a furious, slender mouse anthro, perhaps in his late teens with a private’s insignia, yanking you into his maw. Even as you pull your other weapon free, a claw clamps over your hand from out of sight and rips it from your grip. With one enraged squeak, the rodent boy opens his jaw wide, shutting his mouth over your top half. It’s astounding how he manages to fit you, his cheeks bulging with your useless struggles. Gripping his midsection, the mouse manages one mighty swallow, a single huge bulge sliding down and forcing his furred stomach to plump. Then with a belch, he releases most of the air inside, causing his lithe form to give yours a little more definition as his flesh encases your struggling form.

 

Lying back against the wall, he massages his pained midsection. A lupine kneels next to him. “First time? You handled it well.”

 

“Bastard… Szelar…” The mouseboy groans between breaths.

 

“That’s GENERAL Szelar to you, son.” A voice huffs from beyond the door. A form emerges from the shadows, Szelar, donning a shredded t-shirt and beneath it, a shredded protective vest. “If you’ll excuse me, now…” He grins, before fainting to the floor. “Where’s my suitcase?” He murmurs.

 

“Got it.” A vulpine emerges from the vent with the suitcase.

 

“Get me to the medic, and bring it along. We’re skipping right to the good part.” He mumbles, grinning deviously from the floor.

 

The rodent sighs with relief as his stomach stops squirming, and gives another heavy belch, before leaning his head back against the wall. “Too close…” He murmurs.