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 <title>Chapter 4</title>
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&lt;p&gt;Cynthia and Carl were in the&lt;br /&gt;
second sweep of their zone when Cynthia thought she heard the faintest out of&lt;br /&gt;
place sound.  She grabbed Carl&amp;rsquo;s arm and drew him deeper into cover.   &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The two froze and waited, a&lt;br /&gt;
short time later they saw a figure slowly and stealthily move within inches of&lt;br /&gt;
them.  It was a strange rat, dressed in camouflage and with a bow.  &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They both silently drew their&lt;br /&gt;
combat knives.  The rat moved on, the two continued to wait silently for the&lt;br /&gt;
figure to disappear in the distance, then they began to follow the direction&lt;br /&gt;
that the rat had come from.  About a half an hour later they found what they&lt;br /&gt;
were looking for.  Through their binoculars they watched the enemy army march&lt;br /&gt;
in their direction, the army of rats was several hundred strong, mostly&lt;br /&gt;
ferocious looking natural rats, backed up by around a hundred NIMH rats and&lt;br /&gt;
even more horrifying was the fact that the army contained a large, fat, orange,&lt;br /&gt;
one eyed tabby cat.  Carl had only heard of Dragon through legend, but Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;
was all to familiar with Dragon.  He had been a threat to her and her family&lt;br /&gt;
until the day they moved to Thorn Valley.  He was the cat that had killed her&lt;br /&gt;
father and nearly killed her mother and their friend Jeremy the crow.  They&lt;br /&gt;
stayed at the position gathering information as long as they dared and then&lt;br /&gt;
began the painfully slow and cautious trip back to the communication unit.  &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2004 15:29:29 -0700</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Simon</dc:creator>
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