Zaber

The Plan

"Sorry to talk about business at the table, but Wong-Hu's not the type to wait," Po said.

Tiger put down his cup and nodded. "You're right. General!" A mean-looking buff tiger with an eye-patch on came in with a scroll in hand. Leo shivered but relaxed when Miwa rested her hand on his shoulder. The general bowed and placed the scroll on the table, "Everyone, this is General Lu-Yin, commander of my army. He's made a map of Wong-Hu's attacks. The problem is that we don't know where he is." Po, Lee, and Leo stood up and gathered around.

"Well, looks like that trip to Japan will have to wait," Po stated, "Wong-Hu's a Siberian Tiger, so he would naturally go to the mountains. That's why all of his attacks are near the mountain range in the northwest."

"How do you know that?" Tigress asked.

"I've traveled a lot," Po smirked. "But knowing him, he's trying to get the Jin-Min back. He'll be mobilizing from the mountains. It's easier to hall things down than up."

"What makes it worse is that Wong-Hu's a white Siberian Tiger. It will make it more difficult to attack him in the snow," Leo said. "He'll be stalking about in single routes to reduce detection and quite possibly use small scouts to rat us out. We'll have to use a confusing tactic that's not understood even by the soldiers."

"You know a lot about your fear," Miwa mentioned.

"You have to in order to feel safe," Leo shrugged, "So what's the plan?"

"We could press your army to the mountains, but Wong-Hu's group has more experience there. That and fighting Wong-Hu with his men will be dangerous," Lee argued.

"We don't have to fight all of them," Po said slowly. Everyone looked at him. "We just have to cripple Wong-Hu. If we severely hurt him where he can't fight, then his followers could easily lead us to his hideout. Orange is easier to track than white."

"That's...actually a very...good plan," Tigress slowly commented.

"Don't sound too surprised," Po grumbled.

Lee patted Po on the back and smiled, "Nice to have you back, Zaber. So, we'll go to the mountains. I'll send word to the upper region of China to press down on the mountainside to trap them. We can't move until we hear from them."

"Have them bring all the canons they can make too. General Lu-Yin, what season is it?" Po asked.

"It's nearing winter. About three days," The one-eyed tiger said.

"Good," Po stated, "When the winter sets in we can easily bombard the mountains to get them out, and then avalanches will crush them for us." Everyone's eyes widened at Po's cool and calm 'murder' scene. "Oh, sorry, sorry, Tigra must be rubbing off on me."

"Right, I'm the cause," Tigra muttered with a smirk.

"General Lu-Yin, have your men train for snowy mountain terrain. We can't have soldiers new to the cold if we need to take on Wong-Hu." Lee said. "I'll have the messenger go to the Furious Five first then go to Upper China." Lee rolled up the scroll and gave it to the general. "In the meantime, we need to be training too. We're a little sloppy since our golden years."

"I agree. I've gained a few pounds since last time." Lee and Mei looked at him. "Okay, a little bit more than a few," Po huffed.

"There's a training ground in the palace you could use, but now I think we all need some rest. It's getting late," Tiger yawned. Everyone agreed. The servants showed the team their room. Po and Tigress slept in a room with separate beds. Leo shared Miwa's room, which unnerved Leo to the highest, but Miwa calmed him down. Po was sleeping, but Tigress couldn't. There was too much going around in her head. Questions. Questions that only Po seemed to know. She propped up on one arm and looked at Po. Her hand struggled to touch him. She shouldn't wake him, but the curiosity was gnawing at her brain.