Sgt. Kat didn't like the feel of the handshake of that slimey so-called leader. And, she didn't like the way they were all turbaned up, showing only their very dark and threatening eyes. As her troops, what few she brought with her, kept cover behind her, she strode into a huge hall, filled with women lying on poor, thin pallets all along the perimeteres of the walls. Some were moaning, some had a deathly stillness to them, a faraway look in their eyes.

"Alright, now, you, Sir, stay here with us," she said as she held the leader in an iron grip, shoving her spiritual pistola in his back. "Send your men out, now, or we leave pronto, with you! She continued in a begrudging manner with a sweeping bow, "By your leave, of course."

"Mortee, you, with your spells and herbs, start over there," she pointed to the left, just near the door. "Half of the rest of you, get buckets of clean water, I saw a handpump in the outer room we came through. Start cleaning these women off as best you can and follow Mortee's instructions!"

"The rest of you, position yourselves around the room, watch the doors and windows. U.S. Double U, Double U, we have got to shorten that someday, you keep your gun trained on the high Poobah here. He's our ticket outta here and I don't want any tricks, ya hear? Keep 'im alive, but under control, got it? All right! Let's make it quick and get the hell outta here. What have we got?"

As she turned to watch Herbal Specialist Speller Mortee reach down to the first woman, she saw a sudden flicker of movement behind her. Spinning around, she saw one of the "women" rise up, rifle in hand. Throwing off a wig and bedclothes, "he" pointed straight at her and started to fire.

"It's a trap! Duck and run! U.S.WW!! Keep that bastard close!" Sgt. Kat ran and ducked as she yelled, grouping her people around the Poobah, guarding him, returning fire for fire. It appeared every other "patient" was really a minnion of the Poobah. All of them, including him, ready to die for their cause.