"I'm coming with you," said the black rabbit, glancing at the mage. "I have my reasons."
"Sorry," replied Martin, beginning to exit the room, "but this guy is classified information now. Just feel lucky we weren't ordered to destroy the building."
The rabbit silently fumed as Delta and Martin left, carrying the mage with them. Obviously, they were not going to willingly give him the information he required. He would have to follow them.
So thinking, the black rabbit melted into the shadows, slinking along the walls at a quite impressive speed. He was still following when Delta and Martin exited the building, and reached their high-tech transporation. He was inside when it took off.

"Quick!" secreted Acid, jumping away from the doorway. "They're coming this way! Everyone hide!"
There was instant pandemonium. Batty Buddy took the easiest route and flew up to the ceiling. Spaztic, Toxic and BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ ran into a dark passage, while everyone else poured off to the left in a pushing, shoving mass of bodies and fur.
(Can't stop running,) thought Spaztic, (or the clowns will eat me. Can't stop running, or the clowns will eat me. Can't stop running, or... whoops!)
(This sort of thing NEVER happened when I acted like I was in charge!) thought BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, narrowly missing a statue of the Drabian God of Wisdom. (Why, in the old days, I'd have had a super weapon and a merchandising scheme ready last tuesday, before this mess even started! Now all I can think of is beer. Mmm... ack!)
(It's too dark.) thought Toxic. (Oops.)
With varying degrees of surprise and anger, the three fleeing Tavern peeps fell down a flight of stairs into an equally dark basement.
"Whoa... where are we?" asked Spaztic, unaware of the one thing that could always be found in basements.
"...FREE BEER!" shouted BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, grabbing a crowbar and attacking the nearest barrel.

Ducky gradually woke up, memory of where she was and what had happened slowly reasserting itself. The cherry table... Devan... Foo... Elias... Firefox's blaster...
Ducky quickly sat up, looking around. There it was. Not stolen or anything. Good. Now, where was she going...?
After a few minutes of thought, Ducky decided she didn't really have any set direction in mind. The War Tavern was the usual landmark, but it didn't seem safe right now. Maybe if she walked on for long enough, she'd run into Clockwork!

Stryker jumped from tree to tree, making sure not to fall far enough behind that Ducky would be out of his line of vision. She was obviously not a very warlike person, and considering the number of political upheavals lately, it was unwise to wander around Carrotus without a protector. Stryker knew he made an excellent protector, what with his elite ninja skills and all. Although with that blaster she was carrying, trouble was bound to happen no matter how close an eye he kept on her.
...in fact, there was some now.
"Halt in the name of Tubelectric!" cried an old man's voice, and Ducky obediantly skidded to a halt. Stryker stopped as well, choosing a good place to observe the happenings, but easy to exit from if such was required.
An army of ostriches marched into view, being lead by what was apparently an elderly woodpecker. As a body, they stopped, and aimed a strange assortment of weapons at Ducky, who glanced briefly at Firefox's blaster before deciding against it.
"You will... I say, aren't you from the War Tavern?" asked the woodpecker, staring intently at Ducky.
"Umm.. yes?"
"Then I'm afraid it's our duty to take you prisoner. Ostrich army... military victory time... NOW!"
"I don't think so." said Stryker, jumping down before he quite knew what he was doing. Ignoring Ducky's startled glance, he put on a show of false bravado. "You SHALL not pass!"

"...so that's when I decided to come back here." finished Dewar, looking down at the floor, as was expected when talking to Devan. That way, he did not notice the turtle's otherwise obvious aggravation.
Devan held his head in his hands. What was going wrong? He had had a plan - granted, it was more a string of hastily thrown together sub plots then a normal plan, but it had been a plan... and now everything was going to pot. The duck tapes had apparently been useless, his construction team were all but destroyed, and those song and dance ostriches were nowhere to be found.
"Any sign of the War Taverners?" asked Devan, trying to make the best of a bad situation.
"None, sir. I would assume they are still captured."
"Well, that's one point for us in this mess. At this rate, I'll have to postpone my attack another year, at least."
"A year, sir? But I did get the super weapons you wanted..."

"All right, you mage peoples, what have you got for me?" asked RSPSS, striding into the Magic Quarters.
"You aren't going to like it." replied one of the scryers, his eyes never leaving the crystal ball in front of him.
"Give it to me anyway."
"If you insist. One of our mages - the one assigned to the Duck Tape Cult Headquarters, if you recall..."
"I do recall. Get on with it."
"Certainly. One of our mages has been captured, by the Delta and Martin team, and is going to be interrogated within the hour."
"Argh. Well, what are you waiting for? Execute him before he can tell them anything."
"Understood." said the scryer, his hands beginning a series of strange mystic passes.

Meanwhile, Strato and James and Justice and Curvegrinder probably did something or other. I don't really know who any of them are and I don't feel like writing about them right now.