Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire

[Alice The Necrofox]

Patch was startled. He whispered.
"I can't..."

[Grace.E]

"why?" she softly replied, again she pushed back her waves of raven hair, showing her feminine features she so desperately tried to hide.  "its wrong to steal you know...whatever you have, it doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the crown or ..whatever" she waited a couple of moments "please" she pleaded softly "I am not fighting you am I ?"

[Alice The Necrofox]

"no, but if i don't, i am gone. Dissapeared. Better steal and live, or die."

[Grace.E]

Vivienne peered though the darkness, she didn't dare come any closer, no matter how much sympathy she felt  "then why risk telling me that?"

[Alice The Necrofox]

"because you don't know me"

[Grace.E]

"can you trust me?"

[Alice The Necrofox]

"i can't trust anyone. I shouldn't even leave you alive."
he sighed under his breath.
"no one needs to know."

[Grace.E]

"you want to kill me..." Vivienne said slowly, she sit down on the wet sidewalk and looks up at the sky, the most magical moment happens, as it still rains, the full moon appears, making the rain drops seem like silver tears on her silver fur. "go ahead...kill me, if thats what you want"

[Alice The Necrofox]

Patch breathed in, internally beating himself up. What was he doing???
"I... I didn't mean it like that..." he sighed.
A hiss and the metal pole retracted into his glove.
"I can't give you back the plans now. Wait on the north bridge and I'll give them to you tomorrow."
His pawsteps could be heard as he dashed away.

[Grace.E]

"wait!" but he was gone, she stood there for moment as she repeated the place under her breath..."See you then..." she dashed back out into the rain...

[Alice The Necrofox]

Patch litterally fell through his door, rasping for breath, drenching the floor with the rain that had been building up on his trenchcoat. Flinging it off of his thin frame, his metal arm clutched the plans that had, luckily, not gotten wet. He ghasped and stumbled into the back room where his own plans covered the walls.
Lightning flashed.
He got to his table and rolled out the stolen plans. The weapon design was simple, but accurate. It seemed that they had divined a way of taking out the turnhandle on the gatling gun and have it fire just by pulling a triggering device. Amazed, he pulled out a piece of tracing paper and started copying the plans, his mind never wandering from that... he realised it now... girl who had been chasing him.

[Grace.E]

Vivienne walked slowly through the door of her home, in the dining room Ben and Bonnie where waiting.
"Vivienne Alexandria Bloom, you are late for supper" the white tigress sqaid sternly. Bonnie gave her a once over "go change and dry up, I don't want you soaking at my table"
Vivienne nodded tiredly as she raced up to her room...

"So, why did you leave in such a hurry, I had to hear a mouthfull from Tigerian..." Ben asked, Vivienne didn't reply right away as she shoveld pasta into her mouth "I thought I saw someone shady..." she said after she had swallowed "as it turned out, he was only meeting his lover" clever lie, she didn't want to uupset Ben and Bonnie anymore than she already had....

That night she laid in ben, in the light she watched the shadows of the heavy rain, her eyelids were heavy, but she was thinking of the figure she had only met earlier ..

[Alice The Necrofox]

Patch finished copying and almost fell into bed. Looking around him, he ramarked at what a small room he had. Nothing was in order, nothing was clean... well he took that back. The saxophone he had that sat on the mantlepeice was clean. He made sure of it. It WAS afterall, his life and living. He pulled it off of his stand and put the reed in. He had always wondered why it was him that the shadowy organization called on. His speciality was weaponized armatures, but still... why him?
Putting th reed hin he wetted the mouthpiece with his tounge.

Outside the rain had quieted down, and just over the pitter patter of the drops still falling, you could faintly hear a horn being played, old new orleans jazz radiating out of the small out of the way shop. About two hours later, the streets were totally silent.

[Grace.E]

**Morning**

Vivienne, sat at the dining room table, still half asleep, drinking coffe with cream. Bonnie placed eggs infront of her. Vivienne rubbed her eyes as she took a fork and ate the moatian of eggs, for a girl with a slender structure, she could eat alot. but she worked it off with the hard labor as a mechanic.
"Ben, I am gonna go to the tool shop real quick before I come to work...I'll meet ya there" Ben nodded "okay, don;t make me worry agaig Vie"
"yes sir.."

By foot, to the north bridge was a short walk, she passed by a crowds of people. looking around for someone cloaked..or something, something catched her ear, down the bridge a ways was a fur playing the saxephone beautifully...drawn by the music she quickly apprached, it was fox about her age, scaggily, a hat next to him with a couple of coins and dollars. she knelt down next to him
"You play beautifully..." she said

[Alice The Necrofox]

*Morning, at the bridge*

Patch looked up from his flatcap and saw this wavy haired snow leopard come up to him. He grinned, and waved his mechanical arm at the horn.
"Its not much of a living, but it works... have... uh... have i met you somewhere before? I recognize your voice..." he looked a little confuzzled, not yet realizing this is the person he was supposed to talk to, to which he spoke to last night.