While Kitty was away the Chicken Avenger had taken up much of the slack in the Rhydin government offices. Today the chickens task was to start negotiations with RUDE for the purchase of some special arms to equip the militia. They had gotten the shipment of Potato Gattling Guns that Cor had promised the govenor just that morning.

Arriving at RUDE headquarters the chicken just had to look across the ravine at the remains of the forsaken blades clubhouse, who would have guessed that the place would go to ruin so quickly. But somehow the chicken could not bring itself to feel too sad. Life moves on and the chicken was much happier in its new job. Kitty was so much easier to work for.

Ringing the doorbell was an interesting task when one was only about a foot tall, so the chicken compromised by shouting and banging on the door with a large wooden mallet. "Hullo! Anyone There!?!"

The chicken looked up at the window and the figure shouting down. "Its the Chicken Avenger, I'm from Miss Helston's office, I've come about the weapons." If that didn't sound cryptic and sinister the chicken didn't know what would.

"You can doodle later get down here and let me in!"

The chicken had to say one thing about the minions from RUDE, they were very fast. It took less than one minute from the time Cor had made his call for the door to be opened, the chicken to be scooped up, put in one of those plastic tubes like they use in the drive through at the bank and whisked away to the great leaders office.

Now to the chicken this was pretty standard treatment, until it had begun working for Kitty, the chicken spent many many hours being abused by a lunatic. So the method of delivery didn't phase the chicken in the least. It just climbed out of the plastic tube, straightened its neon orange tie, and turned to look Cor over.

"So you are the poor sucker they got to run this joint huh?"

Cor blinked once, twice, thrice at the rubber chicken that now found itself in attendence in his office. He peered at it curiously, leaning forward in his chair as he resumed his stare over steepeled fingers. It almost the appearance of a man aiming down the sight of a rifle. Nothing so malign however. Cor was simply catching himself up in thoughts of how much distance he might be able to get out of the Chicken if he were to take it by the legs and head, stretch and fling it out an open window. Further forward he leaned

"Hmm."

And then Bob broke the spell with his timely arrival and the Chicken was not soon discovering if flight eluded his specialized branch of the avian family as well. Cor's head snapped over to the door and he nodded Bob into the room

"Bob! Come in, please."

And once again Cor's head swiveled over to the C.A.

"Now then, what you do for us today?"