Her Deputy, April

"Tex? They got you too?!" April kneels at Texas's side as the cell door slams shut, helping the weakened weasel up. Texas groans and rubs her head dizzily.

"A-april? Things are worse than ah thought... Ah was hoping they were just after me..." She said, looking around the tiny cell, the only furniture in which was a bunk bed, a broken toilet and a cracked sink. "This is a fine mess we've got ourselves into..."

April gulps and nods at that. "You can say that again, boss... But you have a plan, right? You always have a plan..."