Riverbank

The guard holds her needle in front of her, desperately trying to keep the encroaching crowd at bay. She's barely able to stay upright. You raise your gun and point it at her head. She looks you in the eyes. She looks terrified. You realize she's probably younger than you. 

You pull the trigger. The force of the bullet sends her onto her back. She twitches a couple times as life leaves her.

The voice from behind you speaks again.

"A friend of the revolution. Good."

A paw gently takes the gun from your hands. You look up and see a handsome rat looking back at you.

"I can handle this from here. It'd be best if you made yourself scarce."

As you turn to run off, he says.

"If you truly are a friend of the revolution, there's a bar just south of the Chinchilla War Memorial called the Squeakeasy. Cheesy name, I know. That's where our hideout is. Tell them Ed Hamster sent you."

You scamper off into the crowd.