Riverbank

As the guard stumbles towards you, you plunge your needle deep into her chest. She shrieks and thrashes, but her struggle only slides her further down your blade. Finally, she goes limp, her body falling on top of you.

The voice from behind you speaks again.

"A friend of the revolution. Good."

A paw gently takes the needle and the attached corpse 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.