Well, it was Foley's turn to take care of Brownie, seeing that he was also the only person that could understand her. The man was a Cat Whisperer, a special kind of human, as her mother had told her, a human that could talk to cats, from the common little housecat like her, to the regal lions and tigers, which were the rulers of their kind.

Strangely, they didn't do anything to her. Even Price, who was very, very strict with her during her times with the Task Force 141, did not say anything when he knew that she had been with Makarov.

"It's either a cruel trick of fate, or pure coincidence that Makarov just left her where we found her," Foley concluded, stroking her as she rested in his arms, tired after a full day of questioning.

Hey, it's not like I knew who the hell Makarov was when he cuddled me! Brownie argued, with her series of angry meows and growls, which Foley quickly translated to Price and MacTavish, who just come in with a bowl of milk just for her. MILK!

Thank God that her attention span would not allow her to see past her current meal, leaving the three humans to figure out their next move while she happily lapped up all the milk in the bow. This little kitty was just a little kitty, whether or not she had treaded through three different factions as if they were her next meal.

"So, what do we do with her?" MacTavish asked, "We can't just leave her here." He had to admit, the brown kitten had grown on him a little. Why did she have to be so darned cute? He also knew that if this little feline was human, she would be highly dangerous. They had strapped her to something like a cat-version of a lie-detector, and this little one showed no signs of lying at all.

"She has to come with us," Price concluded, petting her head, which ended with a little scratch as well.

Heh, you all tried to get rid of me, and see where that got you... Brownie hissed before going back to what remained of her current lunch. But you know what, I think I wanna watch what all of you are doing. Its getting more and more... interesting. Her mother had once told her that humans these days did not live as cats did, they fought with one another for just about anything. But these humans, they seemed to be fighting for more than their next meal, or even over mates. There was just something... bigger, something that she knew that she could not understand, but it was something that was there.

It was something that she knew she had to be there, or she was sure that she would regret it.