For Freedom Brothers!

A truck rolls slowly down the street, spotlight looking down allies and streets. The radio spews some reports and other trucks answer the call. This truck however, was different. It's job was to listen in on people in their homes,
"Do you think they'll increase the pay at the plant?"
"Is little Ivan going to be okay?"
"This new Czar is terrible."
The truck slows down in front of the building that the final comment came from. The driver holds the radio to his muzzle.
"We call it in comrade?" The passenger shakes his head, commenting that it was very late, and that the shift was almost over. The truck rolls froward toward the center of the sprawling metropolis.
A small wolf wanders up a ally as the truck heads away. He sprints across the street, his long coat scrapes across the ground. He looks back, seeing the camera start to pan back in his direction. He jumps up against a wall and quickly out of the cameras view. After it turned back, he dashes down the ally at full speed. A few blocks away, he runs up to a steel door and opens it up. Inside there are computers, a TV and many propaganda posters with marker drawn on them in a negative manner. He slumps down in front of the TV and opens a soda.
"What lies do you have for us today "O faithful leader," as he opens his phone to check the routes of the trucks he had spent all night planting trackers on. He checks the clock on the wall, 11:37, time for another round of trucks. He slides an assault rifle out from under the sofa, checks the ammo, and cocks the slide, pointing it at the door...