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The Cats were not there to see the disarmament. They had pulled back when they realised the Keulfyd knew they were under attack. Their orders from Mathew were clear; don’t get caught. They thought this order unnecessary. The foolish Aliens would not realise they were spies; and damn good ones Mathew had said. They doubted the stupid Aliens would pay them any attention other than to kill them. Still, that was more likely now with cowardly, trigger happy idiots. But they all liked Mathew’s attitude. He didn’t want them to risk their lives and he was insistent they must not get caught. He told them their Intel was making all the difference. Thanks to the Cats, and the city maps in the computers, they knew which areas of the city were occupied, what Races were there and where they were, where the troops congregated, where the armoury was, where the Relog sentries were, where the big restaurant used as ‘the mess hall’ was, where the officers mess was, where the apartments used as barracks were and where the officers slept.
Some organising military genius among the Keulfyd had placed the armoury and the Relog’s quarters, on the opposite side of three of the four cities. The Relogs had not commented to the Keulfyd but they had commented on this unbelievable cock-up amongst themselves. The problem was that the Keulfyd had not expected any organised or effective opposition. So they had not really prepared for it. They had gotten complacent. The Cats even knew where the stills were hidden… Alcohol was well known among them. It occurred naturally in the forests but the Cats had found out how to encourage it. And the necessity to dilute it. Actually, they liked these Terrans. They held the Keulfyd in total contempt.
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