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The Jackal fell to his knees, covering his face with his hands. Blood dripped though his fingers, and he dimly registered that he no longer had a mask on.

The Eagle came back, carrying the Stingray over her shoulder. It took her a second to realize what was going on, but when she did she shrieked and dropped the Stingray, then rushed to her leader's side. She looked around wildly for Hyena, who was just about to make a break for it.

"Take the traitor to the holding cells," she said to the Hyena. Despite her earlier display of panic, her voice was calm and steely. She looked at the rest of them. "And scatter that dust. I don't know if he'll reform or not. Shiloh, you're with me."

She helped up the Jackal, and, carefully shielding his face from the others, the two of them and the wood nymph began to head to the throne room.

The Hyena moved slowly over to the Stingray and picked him up, then lumbered off in the direction of the holding cells. As soon as he was out of sight, he started to make a beeline for the docks. He knew that the Jackal would not take kindly to betrayal--if the Stingray remained in the compound, he would be killed.'' I won't let that happen. ''

This was his chance to escape, and if he could take someone else with him, so be it.

The Raccoon, who had been snoring peacefully, snapped awake the instant the Jackal's mask had been destroyed. They felt it in their bones. They got up and shuffled over to where they kept a small supply of obsidian. They selected a piece, about twice the size of a human head, set it down on their workbench, and waited.