The bag was opened, and Roo was tossed into a corner of a one-roomed shack. He looked up frightfully at the four woozles around him. One, he knew, was Dino-Mite. The others were ones he didn't know. One of them looked like an over-sized kid, wearing overalls and a sling-shot sticking out of one pocket. Another looked like a detective, only without a hat. He seemed to be the leader of the group. And finally, the last guy stood in the corner. He had on a jacket and an eyepatch. The eyepatch was actually a leaf. The woozle also had a rather large, obnoxious underbite. All the woozles, with the exception of Dino-Mite, had belts which held a gun and a dagger.
The 'detective dude' held out a clawed hand. "Hey there lil' buddy. My name's Striker. I'm the leader of this group. I suppose you've already met-" his voice dropped, "Dino-Mite."
Dino-Mite grinned stupidly.
"That guy over there is Russel,"
The over-sized kid waved.
"And that freak is Buck."
The woozle in the corner frowned when Striker called him a freak, then he glanced at Roo. "Hi."
Striker grinned menacingly. Roo sniffed.
The reaction was imediate.
"Awww, is the wittle kangawoo going to cwy?" Striker said mockingly.
Roo sniffed again, holding back a sob. Instantly, Striker's eye's flashed. "Shut up, you!" he yelled.
It was like putting oil on a fire.
Roo broke into sobs. He was scared. What did these woozles want with him? Why was he here? He didn't understand.
"I SAID-" Striker raised his paw,his claws glinting menacingly in the dim light, ready to strike Roo.
"NO!"
Striker was taken down at the waist, and he and is captor went rolling across the room. Swiftly, he stood and took the other woozle by the throat. His voice was high-pitched with sheer anger.
"What did you say?!"
Buck quivered in his leader's deadly grasp, managing to squeak out, "Please sir. Spare the kid. Please."
Striker laughed, a chilling noise that had a close resemblance to nails on a chalkboard. Roo cowered in the corner, shaking hysterically, thinking, Why did that woozle save my life?!
