It's distracting, you know. The clamor of birds and apes, the heat of the jungle, the stench of it all. When Mercy finally saws through the last bit of rope holding the side of the cage together, freedom can't come soon enough. There's a bit of a catch, of course, in that she's unarmed and has a person in tow. And a wolf.

God what the hell is she going to do about this wolf? It's intelligent and domesticated to some degree and she can't bear the thought of leaving it to be torn apart by angry apes. But can she really put the well being of an animal above the well being of a person?

Ultimately, she doesn't have time to think about it. She can't accept a zero percent survival rate for all parties involved. Holding the bars in place so as to avoid attracting attention before they have a plan, Mercy looks over her shoulder at her charges.

"I'm through. How should we go about this?"