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Lost Little Kitty Chapter Three Current Song: Landing in London by 3doors down

The world was spinning as Arean tried to bring herself to her senses. Using perhaps a little more than was required yesterday to help get her past the issues she didn't want to look at, Arean now felt well. She felt like a garbage truck. Last night they had pigged out, it was true. Pulling out the Varachna tabuu (Similar to our fondue pots) they had pigged out on grasses and cheese while watching cheesy comedy holos and the obligatory instructional video (Professional porn) to see if there was anything they could poke fun at.

[[Writers note - This incidentally is my sole use for porn in real life. I find most porn so cheesy as to be unwatchable without laughing my head off at it]]

They had mostly avoided the conversation of Gariab, Cassier's advice earlier had given her something to think about but tonight was a day for entertainment and as usual it went very well. By midnight the only thing Arean could smell was her friends sweet musk as the pair got hot and horny and the two slowly turned off the Carnima they'd been burning underneath the hot pot to set the mood and cracked open the treage. Not long after that came the lovemaking. Cassier had taught her lovemaking personally and she was in Arean's mind the best at it, although admittedly Arean was biased in the situation. By morning there was nothing filling their little flat but the smell of musk and carnima and the world was in black and white like an old fashioned holomovie. Raising her throbbing head and looking around the grainy room, the lack of smell and too loud sounds had her confused only for a moment, this was a typical response as the drugs were starting to wear off. It would take close attention to her surroundings to know where things were. Once her nose remembered how to work the colour of the world would flood back in, smells resembling colours and having meanings and giving meaning to the world around her.

Finding the alarm after a brief Hunt Arean turned it off, looking back at the sheets of her bed. There was a shape in it, looking back at her and it took a brief moment to register Cassier's shape. Leaning down she kissed her friend before getting up and searching out her brush. Fur glistening in the morning light that came in through the window she stepped in the waterless shower and brushed her fur out as the nanites and hot air cleaned away the sweat from last night and fluffed her up in a way that would have taken hours by hand. "I have to go down to the shop!" She called back to the still prone figure on the bed. "Do you have any clients this morning?" "Just the one!" Cassier called back, "But I have a little time before then, then I plan on meeting up with that movie place. "Oh that's right, that porno you're in with the pirates and the giant octapussy!" "Yeah, I'm only one of about 20 girls in the scene but cash is cash!" Arean nodded.

Hunting about the flat she was just starting to get back a sense of smell as she kitted up in the shops uniform, all Blue and Yellow. "You know I'd join you there except I can't get out of this. If I don't have a proper paying job the money I get from my old granddad passing would dry up, those are the conditions!" "I know hun!" the two kissed again before parting ways, they'd meet up later to organise their client list and do some shopping around. If Arean remembered right they had one couple who wanted a foursome coming up that evening and they would have to call and organise the theme for the night before arriving. Few people realised just how complicated the life's Arean and Cassier led could be when you were dealing exclusively with people that had money. Or the lengths that two kittens from the street had to go to just to get at that money!

Fetching her zoomer from the parking lot, and saying goodbye to another 100 choin to get it out (The parking lots provided absolute security at a cost) she schoofed off at an idle pace out to the main road and hit the throttle. There was a good distance between her and the shop she worked at, it had been the only place she could find that would give her a decent income back when she first started and she had stuck with it. Travelling on the zoomway through the road there were two levels of travel. The lower lane was used for people getting on and off the zoomway, limited speed of only 30 miles an hour but the upper lane opened up to 80 for those just wanting to get from A to B quickly. This was cause in the upper lane you didn't have to worry about pedestrians or people stopping to pull of the lane and it was an advantage to Arean. Travelling on these one way streets she had to follow Winding Carrow out past the Business towers, curl around the Chero tower and head north around two more towers to get there. There were quicker ways, if she jumped lanes by flying directly there however instead of following the specified lanes then there was always a risk of drawing 'The Patrol' down on you and there was no way to tell who the patrol was. Patrol Zoomers looked exactly the same as normal zoomers until they raised the holodisplay indicating who they were and by then they were on your tail and likely had your zoomer ID number too so there was no escape.

Taking the soft route though provided something unexpected today. Traffic through the business district was slow and as she got closer Arean instinctively changed to the lower lane to see if she could get past, or at least get closer. The Official Police were gathered around the entrance to a block of Grottos - Official police unlike the Patrol had large clearly marked zoomers called 'Hellcats' by the local. A two person zoomer with a large cage on the back equipped with bucket seats Hellcats were fast and were designed to disable and capture other zoomers and impound vehicles as well as capture prisoners. They were imposing and powerful, just like the policemen and women who drove them. Arean looked around herself as she tried to get her bearings. He senses still weren't registering things fully and identifying a place or person by sight alone was an acquired skill but she didn't need to wait. The flat was Gariab's flat, the police were arresting him and dragging the man out cuffed and chained to an officer. Revving her zoomer for a moment she considered trying to fly down there in a dramatic rescue and save her dealer except... ... Except these were the police she was dealing with. Arean growled in the back of her throat.

That hellcat could immobilize a zoomer in a moments notice and then she'd be caught too and if they fought too much they would use the portable delta inducers each of the officers carried on their hips. Gariab was a dealer and a supplier; he'd been dealing in drugs to adults and kittens alike for easily 10 or 15 years and this wasn't something that was going to be let go.... No matter how much she wanted it to. Arean frowned, fetching the caller that was snapped to her waist and checking the time. She HAD to be at work soon or she would be missed. Frowning and disappointed, tail down and ears flat Arean turned her zoomer and drove away, looking for another way to reach work on time.

At twenty three years of age, Area was not about to throw her life away just yet by risking sentencing and becoming a penitata, although she fretted over Gariab and the memory of him being taken away. 'He was getting out'. She kept saying to herself. 'He was getting out of it, going away for over five months. Why did it have to be now?' Arean fudged her way through work. When break came she excused herself and immediately contacted Uncle Missel. She knew she wasn't supposed to, not while he was at work but this was important. At least to her anyhow.

It took two tries before she got through, giving time enough between attempts for her well to do uncle to excuse himself and find a quiet balcony where he could talk without being overheard. His tone when she got through was not pleased.

"Whatever this is about, hun this had better be good. You know I'm busy during the day and I can't be associated with you when I'm at work!" Arean nodded, gesturing at the hologram projected from her caller of Missel's less than pleased face. "I know, I know." she interjected, "But I saw something you need to know about. I'm worried and when you hear you might be worried too!" Arean spoke fast, recounting how she'd seen the hellcat zoomer take Gariab away and about the officers who had been ransacking his grotto. "I understand your concern." Missel replied simply, not sounding that surprised at all. "Do you think he'd give any of us away?" Arean shivered, her tail was expressing her anger clearly. "What, NO! Thats not the point! He was getting out, he was just getting ready to head off world for five months! Why'd it happen to him now huh? It sounds totally Suspect that he'd get pinged after all this time just as he was planning to get out of the business! I think somebody was stalking him, Hunting him and wanted him out when he seamed to go soft!"

"How many people other than us though knew he was going on a holiday?" was Missel's reply. "I dunno." Arean's entire body language drooped. "But something isn't right about this; we should try to help him out. Do you know any lawyers who might give him a hand?" Missel seamed to think about this.

"I suppose, but it would require some incentives to get them to take the case. If you want to help him I'd get in there, try to find out where those tickets are and whether he had any kinds of books or anything about his suppliers and his customers. If the police find any kind of paperwork it would be bad for us." Arean nodded. "I'll try to organise that after work. I hope we can keep him from being rejuved!"

As Arean hung up she couldn't help but feel there had been something off about that conversation. But she couldn't quite.... Anyhow, her break was up and Arean had a lot ahead of her. By the end of work she had a plan for how she was going to try and help Gariab.