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Chapter 9: I will blow on you with the fire of My wrath - Ezekiel 21:31

Vikki was back at FOX to report on what Carlos the penguin had told her before Geno landed in Doha or Marcel arrived in Washington.

"North Korea." Silver muttered between tented paws as he absorbed the news. "That is one place where we don't have any access."

"So other than confirming that Rasielle is behind this we're no farther ahead."

Silver lifted his head and smiled. "Oh no. It's a valuable lead. We just need someone to go there and ask the right questions to the right people."

"I thought that you said we don't have access?"

"FOX doesn't ... but I know someone that does. It's time that you met another one of my personal contacts."

Silver waved her to join him on his side of the big Director's desk as he typed a string of commands into his workstation. Vikki dragged a heavy wooden antique chair up beside him just as the screen was filled with a scaly face, a huge, black scaly face with startling blue eyes.

"Silver? Hello? Just let me get this tablet set up somewhere." The image in the screen jerked and wandered around a room that looked like the oriental wing at the Royal Ontario Museum before settling down to show a pale green wall with a golden dragon painted on it.

The scaly figure appeared again, but much farther back this time, so Villi was able to take him all in. At least she assumed he was a he, she was no expert on reptilian culture.

"Dante, this is Agent Emerald. She will be taking over most of my personal contacts. Emerald, this is Dante Draco."

"My pleasure." Dante replied with a slight bow.

Vikki could see that he was a winged dragon, jet black where his skin showed with red highlights on his ears, wings and tail. He had silver horns on his forehead and the soft tissue of his neck down to the 'vee' of his shirt appeared silver too. He was tall, broad, thick and muscular, a fact that his loose dress shirt could not disguise.

"Heading out for the evening Dante?" Silver inquired.

"Coming back from one. The casinos just closed here in Macau." Dante answered in a deep, pleasant, baritone.

"Sorry, I keep forgetting about the time difference."

"The hell you do." The dragon's eyes shifted to Vikki. "I hope you're not half the bullshitter that he is, Emerald."

Vikki had to smile. "Silver tells me that you have access to North Korea and a contact there."

"Ah, straight to the point. I like that. Has he told you the circumstances of the mission that brought that about?"

"Not yet."

"Allow me to fill in the blanks."

Dante told her how he was seeking the Stone of Judgement, a rare perfect white diamond that could focus light better than any artificial prism. He needed to recover it for the sake of his family's honour back in Hong Kong. The North Koreans were seeking it also, to use on a super laser weapon they were buying the plans for. Silver had 'acquired' the gem from a drug lord in Mexico and had offered it to Dante in payment for him intercepting the plans and passing fake ones to the North Korean agent, Ji Rong Rong.

Dante recounted how he had seduced the Manchurian hare doe, leaving out the part about the rough sex and dirty talk that turned him on, but including the fact that he had likely impregnated her, as Dragons were super breeders, able to procreate with almost any species.

"One day I will go to North Korea to claim my child and if it is a boy, he will be my heir and my honour will be restored in the yes of my family." And then I can return to Hong Kong and take back what my brother stole from me, he added to himself.

"Huh." Vikki was perplexed to hear this after all the briefings on how difficult it was to crossbreed species. "How come we don't see many half-dragons running around then?"

Dante shrugged. "It is a quirk of nature. We can breed but the offspring will always be a dragon, lacking any of the other parent's traits or genetic material. I'm sure that there is some scientific explanation for it, but most of us dragons just accept it as is. Other than providing some, er, genetic samples for a study I've never bothered much with it either.

Silver's eyes went from blue to icy grey. "Which study would this be, Dante?"

"Something a geneticist in Russia was working on. I never met her myself. We just corresponded by email."

"Her name wouldn't happen to be Rasielle, would it?"

"Why yes, I believe it was."

"Hoo-boy." Silver said, shaking his head. "Dante, there is something you need to know about her."

After Silver had finished filling the dragon in about what his genetic material was likely used for Dante was shocked.

"And you say that she has created a creature that is terrorizing the world, using my DNA? Trying to breed the world's species back into some mythical furless, scaleless state?"

"We can't be certain, but the dominant traits encoded in your genes would be very useful to her breeding program."

Halfway across the world Dante slumped in his chair. "If this is true then I have brought great shame on my family." He paused the muscles in his face working as conflicting emotions fought one another. When he looked up his eyes were as cold and a s blue as the Antarctic ocean on a sunny day.

"I will go to North Korea for you." He said, his voice even deeper than before. "I will find Ji Rong Rong and I will find out what Rasielle has done with their scientists, even though it is the riskiest thing I will ever have done. All I ask in return is that if I succeed and the information is useful, that you pass a message on to my father, informing him that I have erased this shame from our family name."

"You can tell him yourself." Silver replied. "We can't help you once you're inside we can certainly lend a paw getting you out. I'm not in the habit of planning suicide missions."

Vikki shivered beside him. Siler felt it where their legs were touching out of sight of the camera.

"I'm going to pass you to our head of planning." Silver said as he linked Bill Hanlan in from the Conference room. "Good luck Dante." Then he signed off.

He turned to Vikki. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost?"

The tall red-haired vixen shook her head. "I don't know, but when you said 'suicide' a chill went down my spine. It's like you pronounced someone's fate."

"Just nerves." He lied, remembering similar premonitions. "You'll get used to it after you've sent a few agents out on some really touch-and-go assignments."

Vikki nibbled her claw as she tried to shake the feeling of dread.

"I certainly hope so."

* * * * * * * *

Dante had dealt with the North Koreans before, under a number of assumed names, but always from a distance. Those contacts now proved useful as he was able to arrange passage to the Hermit Kingdom in less than a day. The most difficult part proved to be avoiding Covid lockdowns in China, but in the end, he was able to fly from his home base in Singapore to Shanghai then on to Pyongyang.

He was not concerned about being recognized as the dragon that had fooled their agent into stealing the wrong plans. For one, he doubted that Ji Rong Rong had told them the whole truth, most likely blaming it on the country where the plans had originated. Bad enough to come home a failure but worse if you admit you were the reason for the failure. For another thing, while dragons were still relatively rare their colour variations were limited. He looked very much like all the other dragons in his extended family and non-dragons had a hard time telling them apart.

Like his true identity, his alias for this trip was also as a gem expert, one with a somewhat shady reputation that he had cultivated over the years for use when dealing with criminals, smugglers and greedy dictators.

There were two reasons that someone like that would be allowed into the Hermit Kingdom. The first was their struggling mining industry, which had been hit hard by Western sanctions. They needed illicit channels to legitimate markets in order to generate badly needed foreign currency and criminal organizations needed somewhere to launder their money. Raw gemstones of untraceable origin worked nicely. Secondly, despite their spartan image the North Korean leadership like bling as much as the next guys and anyone who could smuggle their raw stones out could also smuggle finished gems in.

Only family honour had kept Dante from doing such business already, and he was sure that what little harm he did on this mission would be forgiven as it was for the greater good.

It took him two days of schmoozing and scheming with mid-level functionaries to discover the whereabouts of the hare, Ji Rong Rong.

Her failure had resulted in her being demoted from agent in the Recognisance General Bureau, the North Korean intelligence agency, to the Kippumjo, or Pleasure Squad. Her role now was to provide senior officials and distinguished guests with entertainment of a sexual nature.

By offering a few discounts and cutting a few of the right creatures in, and after dropping a few hints as to his preferences, Dante was offered a night with a Kippumjo girl. True to his hints that he would prefer a local rabbit the first girl to appear in his room was a Manchurian hare, but a young one, and quite possibly a virgin. Knowing his room was bugged Dante feigned anger, and his handler was soon there to see what the problem was. Dante patiently explained that he preferred mature, experienced females, preferably one that had given birth.

"I am rather large, and a small, upstretched quim can be painful for me ... and the girl too, as if that mattered."

His handler rushed the young doe away and promised something more to Dante's tastes.

The rumours that Ji Rong Rong was assigned to the Pleasure Squad proved to be true, as she was the next creature to show up at his door. She had no trouble recognizing him as the dragon that had caused her downfall. In her shock at seeing him again she almost cried out, but Dante had been prepared. He grabbed her and muffled her cries with a sloppy kiss.

"That's more like it!" He explained for the benefit of the microphones. While keeping one paw on her mouth.

He nuzzled her so he could whisper in her ear, "Don't cry out or act like you recognize me. Even if you raise the alarm State Security will assume that this meeting was arranged and that you are spying for the West, or worse, Japan. You know what that means."

She nodded her head 'yes' in his paw. No one was considered innocent until proved guilty here in the workers paradise. Better to take her chances with the foreigner than face certain torture for reporting him.

He released her, and she had enough sense of mind to act her role as a pleasure girl.

"My name is May May." She said in English, using the same alias she used the last time they met. "What would my honoured guest like to do with May May?"

Oh. You know exactly what I want to do, he thought to himself, but he refrained from saying more than "Get undressed May May."

She had been a beautiful young doe when he first met her. Now she was eight years older, and life had been rough on her, but she had aged well. Her breasts were still full and firm. Perhaps a bit larger than before, motherhood sometimes had that effect, but she had stayed in shape afterwards if that was the case. There was a slight tell-tale bulge in her tummy where it had not snapped back to her pre-natal state, but no stretch marks were visible through the light fur on her belly. She must have taken care of herself during pregnancy too, he assumed.

Once she was naked, she stood in the middle of the room, silent, awaiting his next command. That was not like the old May May, he mused. She used to have more fire and spunk, more confidence in herself. It was one of the things he liked about her, especially as he had been able to use those traits to fool her. That was neither here nor there though, he reminded himself. He was here for two reasons, and it was best to he paid off the debt of shame he owed first.

"Undress me, May May. Slowly."

The hare's eyes hardened, probably remembering their last encounter, but she dutifully stepped forward and began to undo buttons and zippers as she peeled the well-cut suit off his large frame.

He stood still as she did, letting her do all the work. True to her new duties she made the experience more than just a disrobing. She pressed her soft breasts against him and leaned her head against his when she reached around to remove his jacket and shirt. She let her digits drift across his scales, breathed heavily in his ear and squeezed tender spots as she went. While removing his slacks she caressed his upper thighs. When she moved behind him to pull down his boxer shorts she stroked his tail and brushed against his balls. Then she came back in front and kneeled before him; her breath hot on his limp cock as she lifted one of his feet then the other to remove his socks.

She looked up with eyes so dark they looked like black stones in a milky stream. "Is there anything else May May can do for you while she is down here?"

Dante grabbed her big furry ears in one fist and roughly tipped her head back so that her mouth was forced to open.

"Take a guess, bitch."

She struggled, and Dante was not sure if it was an act or if she was really trying to escape his grasp. Believing that it was real made it better for him. He liked his sex rough and dirty, and he liked to vocalize in the same manner while at it. If May May remembered that he liked to take it as much as he liked to dish it out, so much the better. If not, he would still have a good time by having his way with her.

His cock was already growing hard at the sight of her helplessness, and his rough words made it harder. He used his other paw to slap her on each side of her face with the heavy phallus to encourage it even more. She was reeling at the blows, even though they were not that hard, and now that she was over her initial shock she was responding as she had before when he had gotten rough.

"You foreign cocksuckers are all the same." She spat. "Come in here acting all superior and sophisticated but all you want is some cunt to abuse. Probably couldn't get it up if a girl was willing."

His handler must be having a stoke to hear one of the supposedly submissive Kippumjo girls speaking to an honoured guest like this. Dante thought that he had better put their minds to rest.

"Yeah, you know it bitch, and the more you swear and fight and squeal the harder I'll get. But for now, I have something better than words to put in your mouth.

Almost fully erect now he pinched her cheeks to force her mouth into an open 'O' and he guided his cock into it. She shook her head, tried to spit it out but he forced half of down her throat until she was almost choking. At the last second he pulled back far enough for her to suck in a breath.

"Yes, that's right. I'm going to fuck that cunt you call a face until your nose bleeds. Better hold on!"

Heeding his advice, she grabbed his hips and dug her sharp little claws into the scales. It stung, but not much, and he sort of admired her attempt to hurt him. That was more like the old May May, he thought as he repeatedly slammed his cock down her throat.

It was all she could do to work up enough saliva to keep his ribbed cock from stripping the flesh off the inside of her mouth. He was so big around that her jaws ached from the effort it took to keep her sharp incisors away from it. He was still pulling on her ears to bring her face in when he rocked his hips forward and that hurt too.

He didn't face fuck her hard enough to make her nose bleed, but she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen because her throat was always plugged, and hare noses were not made for deep breathing. If he came in her mouth she would surely drown, not much of a better fate than facing State Security, she thought, but quicker at least.

Sensing her slipping away, Dante pulled his cock out and released her. She slumped to the floor, gasping for breath. He gave her time for three deep ones before grabbing her by the arm and swinging her into bed.

She landed on her back and elbows with her legs spread. The heightened state of sexual arousal that asphyxia brings had made her wet and her sex was already swollen and open.

"You really are a cunt, May May. Look at you. Your quim is practically begging to be stuffed."

"Not that a limp prick like you could fill it." She sneered

"We'll see."

In a flash he was on top of her, pinning her arms down against the soft mattress as he forced her legs further apart with his massive thighs. He glanced down and maneuvered his cock into position before grabbing her by both wrists to free a paw for the fine adjustments. Rearing his hips he moved forward until the tip was touching her skin. Holding it in his free paw he rubbed it against the gaping wet chasm until the first few centimeters were slick. Then he slid the tip in, leaned over her, and thrust it in as deep and as hard as he could.

She emitted a satisfying squeal as the full length of his cock stretched her pussy almost as far as giving birth had, just a lot quicker. He felt the tip slam up against the wall of her cervix, and felt it part as the tip forced its way in. simultaneously he felt his cold, scaly balls bouncing off her warm fuzzy bum. It only lasted an instant, then he was pulling out to do it all over again.

He lay down on top of her, his massive chest pressing her down into the mattress. Once she was trapped beneath him, he released her arms and brought his up on either side of her head. His own head he pressed against hers, so that his mouth was close to her ear.

"Full enough for you, bitch? Want some more of that do you?" He growled loud enough for the listeners, but between her cries and gasps he whispered in her ear, "I'm here for information on the rocket scientists that left the country recently. The word around here is that your Pleasure Squad was assigned to entertain them. Is this true?"

"Half-breed son of a whore! May your cock rot and fall off into your soup!" She screamed, then, "Yes, I was one of their favourites. Younger than most of the girls they had access to, and more talented."

"Tell me what I want to know and I'll see that you child grows up in a free land."

"You mean your son."

"A son?" Dante almost gasped out loud but disguised it with a string of insults.

"Yes, you have a son." She whispered between loud comments on his lack of masculinity. "A black and red dragon like his father. He is seven years old now."

"Don't the authorities suspect where he came from?"

"No. I hid the pregnancy, claiming that the shame of my failure had made me ill. I was allowed to go home to the fishing village I grew up in, where I gave birth and left the child with my parents. They claimed he was an orphan washed in from the sea."

"And the authorities believed that?"

"Even the party functionaries in that place are superstitious peasants. But it has been a burden on my parents, raising the child and keeping its true nature secret."

"I will see that they are compensated generously, if you tell me what I need to know."

"Can't you fuck harder than that?" She screamed, adding, "What do want? Their names? Their specialties?"

"I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week." He growled, thrusting even harder. "We'll get to that. Where are they now?"

"They have left. Some bragged that their new assignment was like a Caribbean vacation. Very little work and lots of sun and sand."

"Cuba?"

"No, Mexico, I think."

"Tell me what else you know."

Dante fucked the hare hard as she gasped out the rest of what she knew about the scientists between screams of pain, which were probably not faked, and crude insults about his heritage. By the time he had everything he needed she had cum twice and he was desperately holding back his own orgasm.

"Don't you dare cum inside me!" She hissed in his ear when she felt his balls begin to spasm against her. "I don't care if State Security finds out about us; I am not going through another pregnancy like that. It's like being possessed by a demon!"

Dante laughed, but he pulled out. "Suck it, bitch!" he cried as he shoved his cock back into her face.

She had no choice, not with the handlers listening in, as they always did, the perverts. She opened her mouth, took the first few centimetres in and let him pump her face again until he came. She gagged on spooge that shot out so fast and in such vast amounts that even a seasoned pleasure girl like her could not keep up with it. She ended up with half of it on her face.

Dante sat back on his haunches, smiling at her efforts to clean half a litre worth of sticky cum from her fur.

"Lick me clean." He ordered, waving his still mostly erect cock in front of her face.

She gave him a deadly look but complied. Once he was done he ordered her onto her paws and knees then shuffled in behind her.

"No, please." She begged, and again, Dante could not tell if she was sincere or just putting on a show for the handlers.

He ignored her as he eased his clean cock into her twat, slower and gentler than before. When it had gone as far as it could he leaned over her, keeping most of his weight on one paw while he squeezed her ample breast with the other.

"Tell me how to find my son or I really will fuck you until you bleed."

"You mean our son."

"My son."

"Pig." This last loud enough for the handlers to hear.

"Tell me." He urged in a whisper as his hips began to move and his ribbed cock bumped across her sore and swollen clit.

She told him where to go and who to ask for. He slowed the pace to gentle rocking, sliding in slowly, pulling out at the same pace. It felt good for him, and he could feel her body responding too, whether she wanted it to or not.

"You can really get him out?" she asked while pretending to nibble on his ear.

"Yes. It is all arranged. His passage for the information you gave me."

May May's third orgasm hit her just then, and she arched her head back to moan as waves of unwanted ecstasy washed over her. Her cunt rippled in time with those waves, tickling Dante's shaft and bringing him close to his second orgasm.

True to his word he pulled out again. This time he rubbed it between the firm globes of her ass until he shot somewhat less spooge than before over her puff of a tail and onto her back.

When his balls stopped jerking and his cock stopped spurting, she lowered herself down on the bed. Dante followed her down, feeling his warm cum against his chest as he pressed her into the mattress. He kept part of his weight on his elbows though, least he suffocate her.

His head was beside hers and she turned to bring her lips close to his ear.

"Are you going to take your son out soon?"

"As soon as I can come up with an excuse to take a detour to the seaside."

"Can .... can you take me too?"

Dante did not hesitate when he answered.

"No."

* * * * * * * *

One day after Dante left a Manchurian hare disappointed, sore and bruised and twenty minutes after the Asset had searched for a pulse or other signs of life, Geno sat up with a gasp.

She was disoriented and had the grandmother of all headaches. At first, she thought that she must have had a stoke because nothing seemed to want to work, but as her eyes focused and adjusted to the dim lighting in the champagne room she remembered what had happened. The Asset had killed Chowdhury, then it had raped her and tried to put her in a coma so it could impregnate her.

She looked at her paws. The third claw on the left paw had been bitten off. The fake claw had contained a serum containing an artificial super hemoglobin to saturate the brain with oxygen, enough for one to survive twenty to thirty minutes without breathing with no cerebral damage. A second drug, derived from magic mushrooms, stopped the heart and lung functions. The next ingredient was a dose of time-released adrenaline, enough to wake the dead, she had been told when the fake claw was installed. As a final touch almond extract was added to make it smell like cyanide; as a bonus, it also made it taste better.

Geno looked at her right paw, where the third claw actually did contain cyanide and was grateful that she had not gotten them mixed up.

She flexed her paw and her toes. Motor function was returning but she was a ways off from walking yet so she took the time to assess her situation.

Chowdhury was dead, for real. Lots of people, including his friends, two waitresses and the bouncer had seen her bring the bear to this room. If she was found here with him the assumption would be that he had been the one that raped her and that she had murdered him for it. Tales of a shape-shifting stranger after rocket secrets would not be believed, so she had to get away.

But even if she did mange to slip away the police would still be looking for her as the likely murderer, probably for his money. She had no real friends at the club to vouch for her character and her references would not hold up under careful scrutiny. She could not go back to the apartment Ksi had arranged for her either; it was the first place the cops would look.

She needed to disappear, and that could be difficult in the crowded city. She could not go out on the streets dressed in her stripper costume. It was too revealing, revealing that she was a cheetah in particular, and India did not have many cheetahs, not since the violence of the great partition, according to Coyotek. The exotic nature of her species would work against her now, plus the provocative costume would be an invitation to gang rape, and she was not sure that she could fight back in her current state.

With no resident agent to call in for assistance she would have to improvise.

Once she was able to move she grabbed her phone. She did not dare call FOX because the club monitored cellular signals inside the building. It was completely illegal, but they were doing it for insider information and not blackmail so the clients never found out. She checked the time too, wracking her brain to remember what time it was that she had brought Chowdhury in. The bouncer would not interrupt the activities unless the girl tripped on of several concealed panic buttons, but after an hour they would check up on the girls just in case.

She figured that she had about ten minutes before the bouncer made an appearance. It would have to do.

She dragged the bear over to the big armchair where most of the fucking took place and propped him up as best she could. Then she used the remining champagne and his underpants to clean up as much of his blood as possible. Returning to the corpse she went though his pockets, looking for cash mostly, but taking a gold-level credit card too as an idea came to her. Then she closed his eyes, pulled his mouth into what she hoped would pass for a blissful smile, pulled her costume back on and headed for the door.

She got there just as the bouncer knocked politely. Refusing to answer would result in a less polite intrusion.

"Hang on a sec Advik!" She called with fake cheer. "I'm on my way out."

She snatched up the champagne glasses on her way to the door. She swung it open and gave Advik the bouncer a thousand-watt smile.

"Hi Advik!" She beamed before turning back to the room, where she was mostly blocking the view of Chowdhury slumped in the chair. "I'll be right back with the drinks, sweetie!" she called, then turned back to the bouncer. "Guy turned out to be a real big spender. He wants a refresher and a second round with me before he goes back to the office. Must be nice to be the boss, eh?"

Geno slipped a two-thousand rupee note that she had found in Chowdhury's wallet into Advik's pocket. "Be a dear and make sure that no one disturbs him while I fetch the drinks and get cleaned up for act two, will ya? I don't want one of the other ladies stealing my commission, ya know what I mean?"

Advik did know what she meant. Day shift ladies were desperate for tips and a client worked up and left alone was fair game.

"I'll keep the others away." He assured her, wondering if there might be a payment in kind in store for him for doing so.

"You're a Prince." Geno said, reaching up to slap his face gently. "Keep your eyes on the gals and I'll see you when I'm done with mister rocket pants."

She headed for the backstage area, where the girls kept their street clothes and makeup. Glancing back, she confirmed that Advik was keeping his eyes on the lounge where the other girls were milling about now that the lunch crowd had dissipated. She was relieved to see that none of the others were in the changeroom. She threw her street clothes over her costume and grabbed her purse; it held a few seemingly innocuous items that might come in useful in a fight. Then she ducked out of the door that the girls used to come and go without having to pass through the lounge.

Out in the alley behind the club it was quiet, but not quiet enough to risk a call. Advik could get suspicious at any time and she did not want to linger in the vicinity should the body be discovered. She moved out into the crowded street and headed in the opposite direction of her apartment.

Despite her modest covering she was jostled and groped as she went down the busy streets. She had no idea where she was going but remembered that the Aquarium was nearby. Keeping her face covered and her tail hidden she asked some older women that looked like locals for directions.

It was several blocks away. During the short walk she had time to think about her situation, of how her mission that had ended in failure, and also to worry about her family. She had no idea what condition Marcel was in or how long it would be before she saw the kits again. They were everything she had in world now ... or almost everything. What was the line from that insipid Frank Capybara movie Marcel forced her to watch every Christmas? 'No one is failure who has friends', or something like that? Perhaps no mission is a failure if one has friends, she thought.

When she arrived at the Aquarium, she was pleased to see that there was a fair-sized crowd of locals and tourists around it. Keeping her purse close because thieves loved this kind of crowd she pulled out her phone and activated safe mode on it. It was not as secure as using the satellite links she used to call FOX but it should still be undetectable if the police were already scanning for her phone.

It took a minute to make a connection with a cell phone in a remote part of the country.

"Hello? Coyotka? Yes, It's me. Look girlfriend, I need a huge favour."

* * * * * * * *

Geno wandered the tourist areas of Bangalore, sticking to the open but popular sites, keeping an eye and an ear out for police activity, until her phone buzzed. It was an unknown and blocked number, but that what was what she had been expecting. A strange male voice gave her an address and the codeword that she had passed on to one person in India she could trust. Geno repeated the address.

"Don't take a taxi." The voice advised. "Use the metro." He told her which stop to get off at and how to go from there.

Geno found herself in a neighbourhood of expensive older homes. As instructed she walked up to the front door of the one she had been told to go to and rang the bell.

The door opened a crack and the same voice from the phone demanded, "Your veil, please."

Keeping her face hidden from the street she opened her veil to reveal her orange and white feline face, her blonde hair and a portion of her busty torso, still in her revealing stripper outfit.

"Yes, you are the one as described by my cousin." The voice acknowledged as the door swung open. "Enter quickly, please."

As soon as she was inside the door closed behind her by some unseen mechanism. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust from the blazing sunny day outside to the dim, dark wood interior of the mansion she found herself in. A shadowy figure was standing in the middle of the hallway a metre in front of her. As her eyes adjusted she saw what resembled a male collie with the usual markings, blue eyes, styled red hair and half-flopped ears, but there was an usual exotic touch to his features. He reminded her of Coyotka's girlfriend, Ksi.

"Namaste miss." He said, giving her a short bow with his paws together. "My name is Nathanial Rakasa. The ... companion ... of your friend Constance is my cousin, Ksi Rakasa. It is through her grace that you are afforded use of this safe house."

Geno was astonished. "This is a safe house?" The ones FOX provided were little more than bachelor apartments.

"For our family, yes. You see, the Rakasa family is descended from Scottish trader collies and high-caste Rajapalaya dogs. This union pre-dated the British Raj, and because of this the family's wealth and respect did not diminish after independence. Still, religious and political violence is not unknown in India, so we keep a modest place like this in each of the major cities where the family members can seek refuge in troubled times. Ksi has arranged this safe place where you can stay as long as you want without fear of the authorities and communicate with your employer in complete confidence.

"Wow! I never realized that Ksi had such powerful relatives."

Nathanial laughed. "You have an incorrect perception. Ksi is our powerful relative. She owns this house, among others, as well as a majority share of the company stock. She inherited it when her parents were killed in a bungee jumping accident. A terrible thing." He sighed and shook his head in disappointment. "One day she must stop traipsing around the world with her ... good friend Constance ... and take her place on the board of directors as befitting the major stockholder of the company."

Geno tried to imagine the voluptuous canine as a filthy rich industrialist. It fit, she realized, after dismissing the collie's submissive role in bed; Ksi always did seen a little aloof.

"Well, good for her." Geno said as she removed the concealing robes, revealing her tattered stripping costume.

"Oh dear, oh dear!" Nathan exclaimed at the sight of her filthy and bruised body. "I will run a bath for you immediately."

"Fine, but first show me where I can make a call in private."

"Yes, Ksi said that you had urgent and private business to conduct. Please, this way."

She followed him to a room that was lined floor to ceiling with tall wooden bookcases. He glanced back often, not entirely to see if she was keeping up, she sensed.

"This room is shielded so that signals cannot be intercepted." He informed her as he fought to keep his eyes above chest level. "There is a transponder in the ceiling that routes all cellular calls to our company satellite in an encrypted format. From there further encryption though your own resources is possible."

"Perfect." She replied as she adjusted the shoulder straps on her miniature bikini top. These things are really not designed for trekking across the city in, she mused, before catching Nathaniel's eyes on her tits again.

"Hey!" She laughed. "Stop giving me the puppy eyes. I'm taken."

Nathanial gulped and flushed at having been caught peeking. "Yes. My cousin has advised me that should I even think of laying a paw on you I would be drummed out of the family business, my assets would become worthless and certain cleverly faked files would be passed to the police, so I would be poor, alone and on the run."

"You make that sound like a bad thing." Geno said with a rueful smile as she pushed him out the door. Now, she thought, to get back to work.

She pulled her phone out and checked the signal. It was strong, and the discrete icon in the corner of the screen was blinking green to indicate that it was on a secure network. She punched in the number that would connect her to a FOX router on a Canadian satellite and waited as the signal was bounced around the world a couple of times before being connected. Once the security icon was glowing a steady green she entered the number for the FOX Operations Centre.

Bill 'Professor' Hanlan was on the desk, having just started work as it was early morning in Ottawa still. He verified the security of the connection and that it was originating from the phone FOX had issued to Geno. Then they exchanged pleasantries that were really code phases to verify that it was indeed Geno on the other end and that she was not under duress.

"Your clear to report." Bill advised her.

Geno had spent her time between contacting Coyotka and the call to come to the safe house composing her report on her phone. She uploaded it into the system, but also gave a verbal account of what had transpired.

"So that's all I managed to find out." She concluded, felling like she had let the side down. "Whatever they are up to has something to do with the sun or the sun's gravity, and they have an underground breeding program."

"Underground as in clandestine?" Bill asked.

She thought about that. "I got the impression that the Asset meant more subterranean than secret ... if that makes any sense."

"Every clue helps build the big picture." Bill told her.

"Yeah. Hey, Bill, how is Marcel doing?"

"He's doing well." Bill told her. "He came out of his coma a couple of hours ago."

"He was in a coma!"

"A medically induced one, so he could be medevac'd from Washington. He could have been brought out sooner, but Doctor Jones did not want him taken out of it until he had a chance to repair the damage to his chest, shoulder and paw."

"Heh, I bet that pissed ol' Silver off, having to wait to find out what happened."

"Actually," Bill said, in a somewhat chiding tone, "Silver agreed right away. He has been sitting up with Marcel since he came in and checking up on your kits regularly."

"Well, now I feel like shit."

"Ha! Don't sweat it. With his reputation you can be forgiven for suspecting the worst. Now, if you let me know where you're hiding, I'll start the planning team working on an extraction plan for you."

Geno filled him in on the particulars, then she remembered something that was in her report that she had forgotten to mention.

"Hey, one more thing, Bill. This agent they call the Asset? The guy is a shapeshifter."

"Yeah, We know."

Kain Algorath © Marcus X Light

Ophelia Cassidy Sommer © Devil Kitty

Joel Grigori © Joel the Lemur

Geno, Coyotka/Constance and Ksi © Coyotek

Dongo Fett © Dongo Fett

Zachary Ember © EmberWolf

Grey Muzzle © Grey Muzzle

Kyroo Echos © Kyroo Echos

Natasha Winters © EmberWolf

Violet © Gray Muzzle

Saira Rasielle © SilentRampancy

Carlos © Carlos the Penguin

Dante Draco © Dante Draco

Henk and Dunya © Henk Cobra

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Book II.5 - The Love who Spied Me

Book III - The Curse of the Yellow Monkey

Book IV - Wait for No One

Book V - Dawn of Vengeance

Book VI - Unnatural Selection

Book VII - Rogue Sword

Book VIII - Firestorm

Book IX - Diamonds in the Rough

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It's a Wonderful Furry Life

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Rest Stop

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