Utterly Mad

Seb committed the new orders to memory, then stowed the permit away in one of his pockets.  Striding across the yard, he caught sight of a portion of the group under his 'command' having a bite to eat.  Glossing over the fact that none of the weapons requisitioned last night had been loaded into the RV yet, he took a seat at the group's table, propping his muzzle up on one paw. 

"We've new orders, you lot." he announced in his resonant, growling tone, and waited to make sure those present were paying attention, looking directly at the joker in the gas mask who smelled of old cheese in particular.