The Commission

[Ghost 789]

After some searching, Starao found his target: a male rabbit with white fur, red, threatening eyes, and a backpack with a weapon with a device that would make the metal detector think it's not metal.
"Time for this little piggy to pay." He said as he locked on his target's head, and pulled the trigger. Rather than making a "POW!" sound it made a soft "pew!" thanks to the silencer he had added to the rifle.
"Boom. Head-shot." Said Starao as he lowered his rifle and dashed away from the window.
He drove back to HQ, collected his reward, and went back to his hideout, as if nothing happened.

[Armalite_]

Spike smiled. "Good." With that, Spike turned the key and the Ford rumbled to life. The towncar pulled away from the curb and began its way back into the industrial side of New Jersey.

"Now Callum's probably gonna have some muscle backing him up. You'll want to do this quick and get the hell outta there." Spike said while he kept his eyes on the road. "Also, I should tell you now that we ain't gonna be sticking around. We can't be seen in this part of town but you won't be alone." Spike reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a matchbox, reaching over his shoulder, handing it to Kitt. On the front of it was the logo to The Blue Oyster Lounge and on the inside flap was a name of a Ricky Digatto. "Meet him there. He'll set you up with a ride and a safe way back home."

The car pulled up to a curb in a deserted intersection. The surrounding buildings were gloomy and so were the people. "The station's just around the corner from here. The Oyster's just down the block, take to the alleys since you'll have some heat on ya..." Paul reached down and pulled out a Tompson machine gun without the stock and a shortened barrel. "Here, take this, Kid. You can hide it in your coat and when you see the punk, fill him with lead." The wolf turned back to the front of the car and lit a cigarette. "This is it, Kitt. We'll meet you back at Shiro's place when you're done." Spike said, looking at him through the rear view mirror. Frankie reached across in front of Kitt and opened the door for him to get out. "Good luck." The tiger said.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt took the Thompson, having been stripped off everything unnecessary it was lightweight and slipped underneath a jacket without so much as a bulge to give it away.... He pulled the strap over his head and got out the car, pulling his waxed jacket over the barrel of the Thompson he nodded to spike....
"See ya Boss.... hope all goes well...."
With that he walked away from the car, turning the corner as he lit up a smoke..... With this cap pulled down low, he was indescernable from the rest of the citizens going about their daily business.....

Kitt walked up the stairs to the station, he counted thirty two steps, give or take... and pushed through the large double doors into the main lobby....
"Hi i'm here to see inspector Callum?"
The receptionist looked him up and down, and then shrugged, her bushy fox tail flicking uninterestedly... "Sure, he's just down the corridor, you want me to tell him your coming?"
Kitt shook his head as he turned towards the indicated doorway... "Dont worry, i'll be making my own introduction..."

[Armalite_]

Spike watched as Kitt walked off toward the station. Frankie shifted back over to his seat once Kitt was gone, giving Shiro a lot of space. Paul sighed. "The kid don't stand a chance." Spike didn't say anything. Instead, he pulled out a new cigarette and lit it with the one he already had in his mouth. He exhaled resulting in a clouding of the interior of the car. "...Yeah." The fox finally answered. He put the car into gear and slowly pulled back onto the road towards Shiro's market.

(Meanwhile)

The German Shepard sat in his office door that read "Agent C. Denton - Commission Crime Unit." He was finishing up with his last bit of paperwork. There was a knock at the door and Callum looked up. "Come in." The door opened and a wolf popped his head in. "Hey, Sarge is sending me on a coffee run. You want something?" Callum hadn't looked up from his papers to look at the wolf who he could tell by the harsh voice and the uncanny clanging of a pistol against a pocketwatch that it was Harry standing in the doorway. "Uhh...Yeah. Lotsa sugar and lotsa creme." He replied through the sound of the scribbling of his pen. Harry smiled. "Coming up!" The wolf disappeared behind the closing door and Callum put his pen down. His eyes wandered off after the silouette of Harry behind translucent glass before the blurred shadow disappeared from sight. He shook his head and went back to his paper work.

Harry walked down the hallway when he saw Kitt entering the offices. "Whoa, where do you think you're headed off to?" The wolf asked the cat who was clearly not a cop or a FED and clearly did't belong in that area of the station.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt stopped, eyeing the wolf as casually as possible...
"I was sent ta' pick up somthin' imortan' fer an inspector Callum? Some kinda evidence on the business down at th' docks...."
He took a step to the side, looking past the wolf....
"Ya wouldn' be able ta point me in th' direction of his office couldya? I was only told he was at this station, i werent given no instructions on how t' find his office....."
He looked back at the wolf, putting on his best 'not too bright dockworker act'... in all honesty, it wasnt that hard for him....

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro smiled.
"A little faith goes a long way, boss. If he wants to get back to Jesse in one peice, and seeing how they just moved in together, there seems to be a luck involved. I have heard some stories of situations similar. Ah well, no matter. Lets get back and wait. I got a car waiting if Kitt needs it. Like i said earlier, I always take all precautions."

[x]

Lucky still hugged herself, daydreaming off and on, as she walked through the grungy streets. Now and again she would glace up at the sky....only to see nothing but haze and misty pollution. Mama was going to be a long time. She loved having men around, and often she'd end up gone for a whole day before remembering that she had a daughter. And during that day...Lucky often felt so alone. During those times.....she felt as though no-one cared about her.

And no-one aside from her mother did, really, for all she knew.

No-one but......the men in the black car that had been following Lucky for some time now. Only the way they cared about her was different than the way Lucky wished her mother would care. No, no, the way these men cared about her was but the darkest kind imaginable.

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"I'm gonna tell you again, rat, if you kill my daughter...."

"We're not gonna kill her, I told you. Take a chiller."

"We've heard that one before," Sacha hissed as Falder shoved her down into the back of the car and slammed the door practically on her nose. Then she grumbled incoherently to herself as she shifted against the tan leather. It was complicated to be as big of a woman as she was. If she sat wrong, then her body would start to ache, especially where her ‘rolls’ rubbed up against each other….sighing, she reached down and straightened her sparkly dress, shifting her glare between the man in the suit next to her and the man in the passenger seat up front…both of them held pistols……..

Sacha jumped when she heard the driver’s door open, but righted herself once the rabbit had sat down and started the engine….she needed to at least look brave.

Falder hesitated before he drove away. “Now then,” he said calmly. “I’d like to tell you why I’m here.” Silence fell heavily, making everyone’s fur bristle as they waited for him to continue. “I’m here, Sacha…” Falder looked at the woman in question in the rear-view mirror. “…….Because I want to take my daughter back.”

[Armalite_]

The wolf narrowed his eyes at the dock worker. "...He's busy...and so am I. If you want to pick something up from him, check with reception. This is a federal office, not a walk in clinic. Now get lost." Harry turned and pointed at Jim, a bull, sitting in his cubicle which might as well been his pen based on his size. The guy was massive. Harry wondered how they found shirts his size. "Get this guy outta here will ya, Jim?" The bull looked over and stood up. He walked over and put a massive hand on Kitt picked him up by the back of his coat. He single handedly carried Kitt down the hallway back to the corridor. The wolf shook his head and went about finding coffee.

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"Oh, what's this then?" Spike inquired after seeing a heavy set squirrel being forced into the back of a car. "Is this is a kidnapping in progress, boss?" Paul asked, looking at him. " Spike watched before his eyes as the squirrel got into the black car in front of their own. "Not in my town without my permission there isn't." Spike said narrowing his eyes. The black car pulled away from the curb and Spike followed after.

[KittKat chunky~]

Having finally been let down by the bull, Kitt walked back out of the front doors.... going down the steps, all thirty two of them... he walked down the road until he reached an alleyway at the side of the station... checking he wasnt followed the feline ducked into the alley.... he muttered under his breath as he counted the windows...
"Stupid cops, making a job harder than it should be... shoulda just shot the guy right there... stupid....."

He continued in this way until he found was he was looking for, window thirty eight..... Kitt jumped up onto the dumpster below it and pulled himself up to the window, the curtains where drawn which was good, shuffling along the edge of the wall he made his way to the fire escape ladder just along the wall, normally unreachable from ground height he could reach it from the first floor.... Inches from the ladder Kitt jumped the final distance, he clutched the ladder, looking down into the alley below...

He muttered under his breath as he started to make his way up the ladder and then further along the station's wall, down below a couple of lackeys walked through the alley...
"C'mon feline agility, dont fail me now..."

[x]

Sacha narrowed her eyes severely at Falder once she heard his words. "Don't you even try to pull that on me, you bastard," she said. "You know as well as everyone else just who I am and what I do for a living. I slept with over twenty-two different men that year. Sure, one of them might've been you, but you'd have to be a hell of a mathematician to figure that Lucky came from you." In the driver's seat, his hands lightly gripping and turning the steering wheel as they drove as if he didn't have a care in the world, Falder chuckled lightly. "Well, I happen to be a very good mathematician, my dear," he said. Sacha didn't believe a word of his bluff, she knew there had to be another reason he wanted Lucky, but still....as he said these things, a breeze of uncertainty gently brushed over her. "Eh, Falder?" the man next to her asked. Just from the way he held himself one could tell he was nervous. "I think there's someone following us."....

[Armalite_]

Callum scribbled and scribbled. He scribbled harder but no ink. He groaned and pulled open the filler. Suddenly and without warning, the pen exploded, sending black ink all over the German Shepard's shirt. "Oh fiddle sticks!" He yelled in frustration. He threw the pen aside and stormed out of his office towards the bathroom where he evaded all attemps by his co-workers to see the damage done. With that he un-buttoned his shirt and threw it into the sink where to struggled to wash the ink out.

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Spike pressed the pedal to the floor of his black Ford. The car had a sudden burst of energy when it pressed forward and rammed into the back end of the black car they were following. Paul readied his shotgun while Frankie clicked back the Thompson machine gun. Spike pressed the pedal down again and rammed the back end of the car. He made it clear that there was some business that needed to be dealt with.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt finally reached what he hoped was the window to Callum's office, inching his way below the windowsill he pushed the glass frame up... peering in he saw it was empty, with quite a lot of ink spilled across the desk.... groaning he seethed under his breath...
"Why does this have to be so bloodeh complicated.... walk in, fill the guy with lead, thats all there shoulda been to it... but no, some stupid cop had to throw him out... and now this, where the hell was that two timing bastard?"
As if to answer his question, quite a noise was being kicked up from the the window two along from the office... creeping along the wall Kitt looked in to what must be a bathroom, ducking back out of sight he'd seen all he had to see... Callum ha obviously got ink on himself, and was now alone in the bathroom washing it out.... Kitt smirked to himself as he pulled the thompson out from his jacket and shuffled back towards the bathroom window... this was gonna be easier than he thought......


Two seconds later and Kitt was hanging for his life from the small ledge that he had been previously standing on... muttering under his breath he pulled himself back up... "Feline agility eh? Loada nonsense..." moving back over to the bathroom window he peered around the edge of the frame, pulling the pin back and checking the thompson....

[x]

Everyone in the car cried out when they felt the impact of the Ford behind them. Letting out a shocked yipe, Falder panicked and turned the steering wheel rapidly to the right, veering the car off the road and into a hasty park against the curb. They almost drove all the way up and over the curb, though luckily they had not been going fast enough to do so.

"What is this?" Falder hissed. He not only hadn't been expecting this, but he had been in the middle of a reverie. He finalized their park and reached under his seat for a pistol, not knowing that the ones who rammed them had much better weapons.

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By the time Lucky managed to pull out of her little fantasy world long enough to turn and see the car trailing her by a few meters, it was too late. When she turned and took the time to let what she saw sink in, the men in question wasted no effort in springing from the slow-moving vehicle like a Ghost Rider would spring from their car in modern times, then quickly proceeded to head the child's way.

Lucky recognized what was going on well enough. Mother had told her about people like this. She had told her all right....

[Ghost 789]

Starao was simply taking a walk on the sidewalk when the two cars zoom past on a nearby puddle and with a "SPLASH!" completely soaked him in water!
"Grrrr! I just washed!" He yelled angrily.
He took out his glock while no one was looking and shot the tire of the ford, making the air in it rush out and flatten the tire.
"That'll teach 'em..." He said as he quickly hid his weapon.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Boss, someone opened fire. I'm goin out." He pulled out his coathook shotgun and readied next to the door for the command to spring out and take them out.