There were toy lazer guns on the floor, a poster of Jazz jackrabbit at which many darts had been thrown, and, somewhat unexpectedly a small blue rabbit plush with the name 'Mr Bun' stitched into a label on its leg. Here was the perfect place to hide the eggs, after all, you couldn't trust those guards not to eat any they happend to locate, if they had the brains to unwra them [They didn't, foil was a part of their diet] Carefully he hid all of his eggs, it took a while, since the last time he'd hidden an egg was when he'd played a prank on his commander and let one go rotten in his desk. Well, that was that then, now all he had to do was find his way otu and he could-

"See daddy! There's a pink bunny dropping eggs all over the place!"

Vrizi frose at the sound of the voice, then slowly turned around. Just as he had feared behind him stood the three shell children, their father, and a number of very mean looking guards, who had been woken up late at night and were very eager to spread their discomfort to other people. He felt a huge pressure on his head, as if his skull was being forced through his neck, and as the blacknesss closed in he heard Shell exclaim "No, let him live, I'll handle this personally.'

Vrizi didn't know how much later it was when he awoke. He could taste the blood in his mouth; he'd bitten his tounge. He was... in a ship yes, he could tell as the room swam into focus, it was small, most likely a single pilot fighter. He looked around, (-)! he couldn't find his basket! When he got back he'd be in deep sh- another though surfaced, having to do with why he might be in said ship. Getting up more cautiously he nursed the large lump on his head. There didn't seem to be anyone else present except for the pilot whom he could see just in front of him. Now if he could just grab- "If you're thinking of trying anything, I shouldn't if I were you; I do still happen to be a trained ninja, even if I'm not a teenager anymore." He'd heard that voice before... the pilot turned around, confriming his thoughts. Devan Shell himself, great, just great, well at least he got the job done, he'd get a permanent place in the archieves for that but somehow it didn't make him feel any better. "So" he said, aware that things couldn't get any worse 'I get shot or something? Do I get a last meal or a cigar?"

Devan smiled "Well, I'm afraid I don't carry cigars, and I'm too fond of carrots to keep one on my person for long, no, don't look so surprised; you rabbits aren't the only ones allowed to enjoy them. Oh, and as for being shot, I'm afraid that been taken care of." Vrizi looked down; there was a large burn mark right across his chest that had splattered his fur with blood. Devan continued "I'm sure its lethal, I mean, you were unconsious when I dumped you out of this craft, but if you miraculously survive, well thats none of my business." Vrizi noticed that they were dropping in altitude, heading for the forest not far from the EB headquarters. "Wait, wait, you're letting me go? Why?" Devan smiled "Well, as patriotic as my kids are, they'd still look down on me if I were to kill the Easter Bunny, and it wouldn't do any good to tell them the truth about the whole operation would it?" He scowled "And also I can just imagine the look on those smarmy sods faces when you get back. I have a score to settle with them; telling me I'm the wrong species for the job, (-)s!"

As he limped back to the entrance way to the compound Vrizi mulled over the nights' events; the injury was mostly superficial, but would look great with an exaggerated limp, and would heal to give an impresssive scar. And then of course there was the reputation; he could finally attract women of the same species. All in all, things were looking up.

T3h Ends!