Rayleonarde placed his paw on Magnolia's. "Within the hour." He released her, and turned on his troop, grinding his bootheel into Joseph's back. "Gruppe! Cover off into skirmish line! We've got rats to tend to!" Rayleonarde shook off Joseph, as the two troopers took him to the building, walked back to the wagen, and grabbed his StG .44, and readied it. His troop filed in along side, and they waited, facing the east.