CSI: Furdom

[DaiRraito IS, FurryLAE.]

I flipped out my cell phone
"Agent Aekira?"(?)

[Vosur Aekira]

I flipped out my cell phone
"Agent Aekira?"(?)

"Go back to the station, and get your second-chance, make sure it conforms to your body, then be on the move again. I won't risk the lives of anyone around me unnecessarily." He closes his phone and begins walking in the direction of where the Russian Blue neko was going when she went to the rooftops.

[DaiRraito IS, FurryLAE.]

"Wait what teh hell is a second chance?" Hears dial tone
Flips cell phone down and puts in pocket..
"Bastard.."

[Vosur Aekira]

She continued to move, somewhat loudly due to hopping rooftops and landing on all fours each time. She would look back every time she landed to see if she caused any disturbances but would continue on the move.

He followed after her, sprinting in certain occasions to time his movements with hers to keep himself from being left behind too far, hiding when she looks back his direction.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

((I'm back! a second-chance is a bulletproof vest)) uUde smiled and looked around the manager was easy to spot, a jovial black labrador Fur, laughing, his plump belly shaking, as he told one of his guests the story of how he'd seen his fiberglass cow being whisked away on a flat bed

[Arke]

((I'm back! a second-chance is a bulletproof vest)) uUde smiled and looked around the manager was easy to spot, a jovial black labrador Fur, laughing, his plump belly shaking, as he told one of his guests the story of how he'd seen his fiberglass cow being whisked away on a flat bed

He approached the plump labrador, holding out his badge. "Sir, we're going to have to ask you a few questions." He felt out of place among the patrons who were enjoying themselves, and felt that changing his shirt before he left had been a good idea.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

((I'm back! a second-chance is a bulletproof vest)) uUde smiled and looked around the manager was easy to spot, a jovial black labrador Fur, laughing, his plump belly shaking, as he told one of his guests the story of how he'd seen his fiberglass cow being whisked away on a flat bed

He approached the plump labrador, holding out his badge. "Sir, we're going to have to ask you a few questions." He felt out of place among the patrons who were enjoying themselves, and felt that changing his shirt before he left had been a good idea.

The Lab grinned. "Sure mate! Here, come to my office, it's easier. Excuse me Jeannie." He nodded to the girl he'd been talking to. "Alright well," he motioned for Jude and Dave to follow, "like I was tellin' Jean back there, I came here early this morning like I always do to set up the grill and check the meat and other supplies, and start the whole pigs we have roasting, and danged if there weren't a pack of humans winching down Bessy and loading her up on a flatbed." The Lab's southern drawl twanged as he laughed. "My names' Casey by the way, sorry, plum forgot to ask and introduce."

Jude smiled. "I'm Agent Wolfshiem, but y'all can call me Jude." She wasn't southern, but she'd grown up on a farm, and rural speech besides the accent was similar everywhere.

[Arke]

"And I'm officer David Bowman. Can you tell me exactly what time you came in this morning?"

[Jude Wolfshiem]

"And I'm officer David Bowman. Can you tell me exactly what time you came in this morning?"

"Oh, about eight am, like I always do. Gotta take the hicory chips out of the soak barrel and spread 'em out over the coals, light the barbecues, set out the meats, start 'em going, make sure the chips aren't putting the flames out, get the bread baked, set out the tables. Waitstaff gets here about 10 am. Lunch hour starts 11:30. Anyways, I got here at 7:50, good traffic, and I just caught them. I yelled, but  I couldn't do much. I hope you find Betsey, I liked you.

[Arke]

((How'd your job interview go by the way?))

He jots down the information in a small notebook and nods. "Can you give me a description of the humans that took the cow, or of the truck they were driving?"

[Jude Wolfshiem]

((How'd your job interview go by the way?))

He jots down the information in a small notebook and nods. "Can you give me a description of the humans that took the cow, or of the truck they were driving?"

((I'll know by tomorrow. I think it went well))

"I couldn't tell, they were wearing masks. They were average height, wearing tees and jeans, gloves. They were wearing ski masks, so I couldn't see anything. Two were white, the rest were either South American or Black. The truck was a tan semi with black lightning stripes. A flatbed."

[Vosur Aekira]

He continued persuit of the neko, trying to remain out of her sight and yet being able to find out more about her if possible.

After a good few more rooftops, she stops and drops down between two of the buildings, kicking off the walls to ease her landing.

He saw her drop between two buildings and decided to sidle close to one of the buildings that she slipped between to keep himself somewhat hidden.

[Arke]

((How'd your job interview go by the way?))

He jots down the information in a small notebook and nods. "Can you give me a description of the humans that took the cow, or of the truck they were driving?"

((I'll know by tomorrow. I think it went well))

"I couldn't tell, they were wearing masks. They were average height, wearing tees and jeans, gloves. They were wearing ski masks, so I couldn't see anything. Two were white, the rest were either South American or Black. The truck was a tan semi with black lightning stripes. A flatbed."

He smiled. "Well, we can probably find that truck pretty easily. We'll let you know if we find anything." He turned to Jude. "You know of any cameras nearby that might have caught this?"

[Jude Wolfshiem]

"Well, that convenience store down the block, the traffic light, I don't know. We'll have to search since this restaurant is at a four stop intersection."
She chewed on the end of her pen.

[Arke]

He shrugged. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that... You think they left any tire tracks?" He skimmed over his notes quickly before stuffing the notebook into his pocket.