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Proxy Wars: Asia

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Three months after the end of The Antebellum

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"I love you" Percy said, kissing the side of Nausicaea's face as he did.

"Not more than I love you, kitty." Nausicaea whispered back to him, nuzzling his soft neck fur as he kissed her.

"You're right not more."

"Then how much do you love me?"

"The same amount as you love me and not anymore." Percy said with smirk on his face and in his voice.

Nausicaea swatted his side playfully, showing her amusement at his ruse. "Do you know why I love you?" She whispered, her head still nuzzling his neck.

"I can only wonder at why such an example of pristine beauty would love a too tall, too thin, snow leopard like me."

"I love you because of that silly kitty. I love you because you always think of me as beautiful, because you never say something mean to me just to be mean. I love you because you love me, because since we've been together all you talk about is loving me."

"You're so sweet Nausicaea, and I'll always love you." He moved his lips from the side of her cheek to the bridge of her nose and gave her a light and meaningful kiss.

"Good night Nausicaea."

"Good night, my favorite kitty."

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Percy yawned loudly, waking up next to Nausicaea after intense love making. He stretched his legs out, muscles shaking from the strain of the early morning cold. He got off of the mattress on the floor that Nausicaea and he called their bed. They were staying at the Chicago branch of the Shade's work. It was the smallest branch in the Shade as most of ULTRA's main workings happened well below the Mason Dixon line. ULTRA did however maintain a fairly large management branch in the Chicago area; due to many of the upper staff of the project constantly complaining about the southern heat.

The place in which housed the Northern Branch of the Shade was in fearful conditions. It wasn't broken down physically, it was just spooky. They lived, and worked, out of old meat packing facility. It looked to have been from the turn of the century. It was dank, and wet, with a bad draft that smelled of the death of workers and meat. Percy thought that if ever there was a factory that was the setting of the jungle this one would be it. Indeed it did so look as if Upton Sinclair had stalked the halls and pens before he wrote in his muckrake ways.

Percy quietly left the small pen that served as Nausicaea and his shared room. Not much was in the room, a mattress, some sheets, a dresser, a mirror, and a chair. It was truly a grim situation, but they didn't mind it. Having mutually mind blowing sex every night made them immune to the depressing architecture of the facility.

The cold stone under-paw crept into Percy. He suffered dreadfully here; his near constant nudity combined with the poor heat of the building was greatly upsetting to the poor circulation that ran through his body.

He stalked silently through the chilled and dark night. All was quite in the facility including him; the reason for his departure from Nasicaea's warmth was the need to piss. He traveled through the halls and haunts of the night until he reached the showers and the bathroom.

The bathroom was two large rooms. One room was a perfect square that held shower heads along its inner perimeter. The second room was a long rectangle, on long side lined with urinals the other half stalls half sinks. The tile in the bathroom had seen better days, and odd stains littered it like a minefield. The mirrors on the wall were cracked, some shattered out completely.

Percy went down the line of urinals until he found one roughly midway down that he didn't mind so much. Aiming with his right paw he braced himself against the wall with his left arm. He could tell that his condition of a narrow urethra was going to make it difficult to go this time.

As he braced and waited he thought about life, and other random things one thinks about when taking a long piss. He thought about the next day, and how they were supposed to do some surveillance on ULTRA. Just as he thought he might get a stream going he felt soft paws on his shoulders, ruining his concentration. He knew the paws well, he knew they weren't Nasicaea's.

"Anastasia, I'm trying to piss here, why the fuck are you up so early?"

"Because I heard you get up silly." She giggled to him.

Anastasia was one of the only three females at this branch. She, Nausicaea, and Anastasia's sister were it for female company. Anastasia and her sister, Hana-Sophia, were the usual red fox vixens. Hana-Sophia was the older of the two, and constantly was annoyed by her younger sister. They were both secretors, or simply furs with the ability to secrete something in their saliva usually, though blood was also known to be used by them. The two sisters secreted something like a numbing agent in their saliva, a perfect local anesthesia. Hana-Sophia was the doctor here, while Anastasia went with the others on missions.

"Why were you listening for me to get up?" Percy said, sighing as he did.

"Because I wanted to know if you asked Nausicaea about the three way yet." She said still in her giggly voice.

"I haven't had a fucking chance yet to ask her, and you standing here keeping me from pissing isn't helping."

She leaned closet to him, and hugged his back. He could tell that she was also nude from the feel of her fur against his.

"Are you afraid to ask her?"

"No, I just want to catch her in a good mood you know. Most furs freak out when you tell them that you love them, but you also love another too. I think Nausicaea will be chill with it, but fuck if I know." He sighed heavily again, this time in discomfort and frustration.

"How about I help you blow off some steam?"

Percy thought a moment before answering, Anastasia was already making him aroused and he knew that he wouldn't be able to piss at this point.

"Fuck it why not."

As she slid down his furred back she mumbled to him "You need to quit being so uptight, I love you remember?"

"I know that I just can't figure out why."

She moved her paw out from his back, gently cupping his furred balls with one hand while softly caressing his growing shaft with the other.

"Because you're nice, and smart, and really good in bed; and that's enough for me."

"I'm only nice to beautiful furs."

Anastasia gave Percy's side a playful swat at that remark.

Anastasia carefully grasped Percy's furry orbs; gently messaging and kneading them, awaking them from their slumber so they would be ready to fill her maw. Her other paw was busy in trying to fully arouse Percy's semi hard member. The back of her paw brushed against it, feeling the veins slowly protrude from the blood engorged cock. She felt the tiny barbs of his dick slowly come awake, ready to force their way into any bitch they came into contact with.

She leaned into his sheath; taking in a slow breath through her nose, trying to capture the aroma that made up Percy. If she had to compare the smell she would have said that it was like deep fryer grease with a touch of coffee scent.

She gently stuck her tongue out and started to move up his erect feline cock. She tasted his dick, noticing that because he showered in the mornings he had an almost slick layer of musk upon it. He tasted exactly how he smelt, like fast food fries.

Percy removed his other arm from his cock, instead using it to help his other arm prop his body up from the wall. He felt as Anastasia's tongue gently explored his throbbing erection. He arched his back in pleasure as he felt her take the barbed head in her cute little vixen mouth.

Percy was reluctant though. The pleasure in his body didn't let him stop Anastasia but his mind was arguing with itself. He loved Nausicaea, he loved her amethyst incrusted smile, he loved her soft fur, and he loved her rough assertion. Yet he did also love Anastasia, he loved her cute giggles, he loved her soft caresses in just the right place, and he loved her bright, cheerful, and sometimes, clueless demeanor.

He tightened one braced paw into a fist, from both the pleasure and the thoughts in his head. Anastasia's mouth was now busily sucking down his feline dick, trying hard to get at every last part of his dick. He felt her nice tongue wiggle beside his dick in her mouth, pressing against the underside of his member.

He loved them both, and that was what he was afraid of. He knew from past experience that women were usually jealous creatures of selfish love. He was afraid that if he revealed to Nausicaea that he loved not only her, but another fur as well, that he might end up losing her. He loved her, and would do anything to keep from losing her.

Percy was brought out of his thoughts by the high feeling of extreme arousal that arouse right before an orgasm. He was close, very close. He grabbed Anastasia's head almost involuntary, as if from reflex. Suddenly Anastasia let her paw that was messaging his balls go, moving it to just behind his ball sack. Quickly and gently she slid her furred paw across the area, knowing that it was Percy's pleasure spot.

The newly found pleasure full groping sent Percy way over the edge. He gave off a loud instinctive growl as he came, as if to assert dominance to the female below him. Anastasia felt Percy's impressive member spasm as he came, instead of the usual torrent of cum that most males gave however just a few drops emanated from Percy's cock. She eagerly swallowed those before sucking his cock, gently pushing her finger on his cock and tracing his urethra up to his piss slit, getting all the cum that was trapped in him, milking him for all that his furry balls could produce.

As Anastasia arose from her crouched position in front of Percy's cock, Percy leaned forward to kiss her head, then the bridge of her nose, followed by her lips. He could still taste the remnants of his essence in her mouth as his tongue invaded her lips.

"I love you so much, Anastasia, I just hope Nausicaea knows that I love her too."

"Percy, you have to make her believe."

With that she gave him one final kill on the bridge of his nose. She left in a graceful silence, which left Percy finally alone. He knew that he would have to ask Nausicaea about it soon enough, and Anastasia was right it was up to him to make her understand his unselfish love.

Percy leaned his head to the wall and waited. He still needed to piss after all that.

The morning came all too soon for the inhabitants of the Northern Branch. Light started to trickle, and find its way into the building they called home. The air that came with the day was cool, as the strength was slowly draining from the summer months. The fall was gaining in majority and would soon be upon them, as already August was half over.

Percy awoke comfortably; he was on his stomach with his head nestled against Nausicaea's neck like a pillow, his feet hung off the mattress. Nausicaea was higher up on the mattress her chin resting on the top of Percy's head, bending one of his ears in a cute way.

"Hey you two love birds better wake up if you want any coffee. I swear Hans would only drink coffee if we let him." Hana-Sophia said waking Percy and Nausicaea up from their shared slumber.

Neither of the two sleepy heads saw Hana-Sophia as she quickly left their room after the usual wake up call. Percy and Nausicaea knew they had to get up, Hana-Sophia wasn't lying, Hans really would drink all the coffee if he had the chance too.

The two lovers go up to get dressed in their little room. Percy wore his standard tan cargo pants with a plain blue t-shirt, while Nausicaea dressed in blue jeans with a light colored blouse.

Everyone else was already up and in the kitchen. The kitchen was a large part of the warehouse part of what used to be a meat packing facility. They had put up some walls, and installed some kitchen appliances and voila a kitchen was created. Hana-Sophia and Anastasia were sitting at the far end of the kitchen table nearest to the wall, talking and eating their breakfast quietly. Hans was sitting at the table near the end that was closest to the door. Hans Himmler von Richthofen was a German Shepard with the classical coloring, which both suited him and was odd. He was descended from a German family that had moved to Brazil after the Second World War, so while he could read, write, and speak German fluently, and had many customs from Germany, he was a Brazilian citizen. Hans was a master technical mechanic and inventor, having a little shop set up in a few of the old pens of the meat packing facility. Hans's power was that his eyes were like scopes. His left eye was capable of being a microscope, while his right eye was capable of being a regular scope to a low grade telescope.

Markus was next to the fridge talking to Aaron. Markus was the branches Shade (shades are like dampers, but they block powers from being used in a certain area, instead of keeping a fur from using his powers specifically) while Aaron was the branches remote viewer, so they often had to work together. Markus was the typical timber wolf, grey and a little on the scrawny side. Aaron was an otter who was one the smaller side, reaching about one hundred and thirty five centimeters in height.

Julian was at the table sitting across from Hans eating breakfast. Julian was a rabbit whose power was intense vertigo. Basically he let out a high pitched noise that disrupted the inner ear function causing a complete loss of balance, nausea and intense vertigo.

Jon was the last of the group; currently he was asleep on the kitchen table, between Anastasia and Hans. Jon was a larger orange tabby cat with very, very short fur. Jon's ability made his dead cells incredibly hard and resilient. He had to cut his fur very short or else it would stick straight out and knock over things. This gave him the perfect defense though, as it was like wearing a Kevlar body suit all the time, and it didn't weigh any more than his regular fur.

Hans turned around to see Percy and Nausicaea enter the room. The dog greeted them as they entered. "Guten morgen Percy, wie gehts heute?"

Percy responded knowing enough German to speak back a simple hello. "Ja, guten morgen Hans. Mein morgen is nicht so schlecht, und du?"

Hans smiled at his good morning before responding quickly with, "ja, mein Morgen is auch gut."

"Would you two fucking stop it, you know I hate it when you speak German, I can't fucking understand a word you're saying." Julian yelled at them from across the kitchen.

"Verdamnt Heundin." Hans muttered under his breath, causing Percy to snicker a little.

Nausicaea was obviously starting to get a little frustrated with the language barrier as well, so she greeted Hans in English. "Good morning Hans."

Hans was polite enough to always speak English when others around him were speaking English, in fact he only spoke German when he was alone, frustrated at something, or with Percy. "Yeah it ist goodt moning." He said with his usual German accent.

Markus and Aaron came over to the table so that all of them were there. They all took a seat as they prepared to discuss the day's schedule. Going from one end of the wall, around the rectangular table, to the other side and back to the wall they sat in this order in clockwise fashion. Anastasia, Jon, Hans, Percy, Markus was at the head of the table, Nausicaea, Aaron, Julian, Hana-Sophia.

Markus began; he opened the folder he had brought with him. "Today is the same as yesterday, general surveillance on ULTRA's administrative branch. We are looking for anything, and anyone of value."

He began to pass out photos of possible targets to the furs around the table, before speaking again. "Now the primary targets so far are, the branch manager, one Dr. Klein a horse, His secretary one Annie Walters, a mouse. Now as for the guards we are interested in, Head of security one Butch Raymond a husky, ability is confirmed to be acid secretion through saliva. Butch's Personal assistant one Dianne Lanolin a very small calico cat, ability is confirmed to be Nitrogen manipulation, confirmed as a previous apprentice to Kohaku. Next we have a security guard, one William Ilene, beagle, suspected ability point jumper (point Jumpers are furs with the ability to teleport to other furs who are point jumpers). Security guard, one Nickolas Ilene, younger brother to William, beagle, suspected ability point jumper. Lastly security guard, one Dennis Brookston, Dalmatian, ability confirmed as voice mimic.

Markus took back the photo graphs after everyone was done observing them, and shut the folder. He spoke again after that. "Right, so Percy, Nausicaea, Hans, Jon and Anastasia will be going on recon today. Percy, Nausicaea, and Hans take the Sonata, Jon and Anastasia take the Tiburon. Do not engage unless absolutely necessary this is a recon mission. That being said though, I want you to go armed as always. I don't want anyone getting hurt out there so everybody play it safe. Now recon team I expect you to be out of here by seven so that gives you roughly thirty minutes to get ready."

Everybody rose quickly, needing to get ready to start of the day. Percy grabbed a mug and finished up the last of the coffee though before he went to get his things.

He ran back to Nausicaea and his room first grabbing the tan satchel he took with him on missions. The satchel contained some everyday things you might need. Some nylon cord, pocket knife, lighter, box cutter, pen, small notebook, and duct tape. After grabbing the satchel and making sure there wasn't anything else he needed to grab, he departed to the armory.

The armory was one pen that had been turned into their main weapons cache. Though they weren't going to storm a military base any time soon, they still had some fairly high powered rifles. Mostly though the armory contained hand guns. Percy found the checkout sheet for the armory, seeing what was left. After looking over a variety of guns he decided upon the smith and Wesson Sigma 9mm, semi-automatic. He found it and the shoulder holster for it, on the rack behind him. He decided to take two clips of ammunition with him, knowing that if he needed more ammunition than two clips worth that the hand gun wouldn't really help him. He got the shoulder holster on and proceeded to look to see what the others took. Nausicaea and Jon had each taken a standard glock, while Anastasia went with a more classic Browning Hi-Power 9mm. Percy gave out a small chuckle when he saw that Hans had taken his usual Luger P08 9mm. It was actually owned by Hans and not the shade, but for safety's sake Markus made him store it in the armory.

Percy made his way to the loading bay quickly, glancing at his watch it was already six fifty. The old loading bay of the facility served as the garage. Several automobiles took up most of the space in the garage.

Hans had set up most of the garage, and had designed an ingenious system of garage openers so that each car had its own garage door, and garage door opener. Percy saw Hans over by the sonata and started to walk over to greet him, when suddenly he felt something being draped around him.

He turned to see Nausicaea had put his blue hoodie on him. As he turned to see her, she gently kissed the bridge of his nose.

"You forgot your jacket again Percy, you know you're so forgetful some times."

"Well that's why I have you love." He kissed the bridge of her nose in return. "Come on, I think Hans is waiting on us."

They both traveled over to where Hans was waiting. As soon as they were within ear shot he started talking to them. "Persa, Johan undt Anastasia are goingk to rayfuel at die Royal Dutch Shell staschion. Do you vant to rayfuel there as vell?"

Percy answered him quickly, as Nausicaea still had a hard time understanding the accent. "Yes that will be fine. We're going to the Royal Dutch with the bakery beside it right?"

"Ja, Johan undt Anastasia habe leift allreday."

Nausicaea came up behind Percy again, asking him if he wanted to drive.

Five minutes later they were coating down a nearly deserted highway. They had to use the highway to get to the main interstate that would eventually take them to ULTRA's administrative headquarters. The car was a very cheerful place. Percy's Doors album was playing softly in the background and the occupants were discussing the random conversations one has in a car. In this case they were talking about their favorite actors and actresses.

"Wait who's Christopher Waltz?" Nausicaea said in confusion.

"Christopher Waltz is the Austrian actor right Hans?" Percy asked him, trying to remember exactly who Christopher Waltz was.

"Yeah, he ist best achtor in Oesterrich, undt mine favoright." Hans replied from the backseat of the sonata.

"I still can't picture him, what movies has he been in?" Nausicaea asked them rubbing a paw to her temple, trying to put a name to a face.

"Well, the only film you would have seen him in was Inglorious Bastards, you know the Tarantino movie. Anyway, he plays the S.S. colonel, what's his name."

"Hans Landa." Hans interjected.

Percy snapped his fingers at the name, knowing it to be correct. "Yeah, that's the one; he's also supposed to be in Tarantino's new movie, Django Unchained. Looks like it's going to be bad ass, but what's your favorite actor Nausicaea?"

"Hmm, well, probably Morgan Freeman. I just love his voice it's so mesmerizing, I mean it's like the main reason why the Shawshank Redemption is such a good movie."

"Vat is Schawschank Radempschon?" Hans said confused.

Percy turned back, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to stare in disbelief at Hans. "You mean you've never seen the Shawshank Redemption? The classic prison movie, best Morgana Freeman narration ever, I mean, well fuck, they play that movie at least like once a week on T.V."

Nausicaea smacked Percy to get him to pay attention to driving again before he drove off the road. "Don't worry Hans, next time it comes on I'll recorded it for you." Nausicaea said to Hans.

"Danke schoen." He replied back simply.

"So who ist yeahor favright actor, Persa?" Hans asked curiously.

"That's easy Leonardo DiCaprio, but not the older one from Inception. I like the really, really young one from Romeo + Juliet. He was so hot in that movie, I swear I would kidnap him and tie him to a radiator and do gods know what to him." Percy replied in a day dreaming voice.

"Well kitty, good to know who your man crush is." Nausicaea said back to him in a teasing voice.

"Well I can't help that he's sexy in that movie. I don't like him now though; he got all old, kind of like how Jeff Bridges got all old and has that second chin now. Also have you seen Jeff Bridges second chin, it looks like it's trying to eat his fucking neck?"

Hans was laughing hard in the back seat, he would have been rolling around on the floor boards had it not been for his seat belt. Nausicaea wasn't in much better shape, laughing so hard that she snorted. This of course made the situation even funnier and made Percy start laughing too.

They arrived at the Gas station not to long after that. None of them knew however that circumstance had grim intentions for them.

Percy pulled the Sonata up to a pump close to the store. He saw Julian's car, and a black Tahoe with military plates, but that was all this early in the morning. He got out and started to grab the pump before a sign got his attention. There was a small sign on the pump that said he could save three cents a gallon, if he paid with cash inside first. Percy wasn't about to let that deal go to waste, gas was already expensive enough as it was. He turned at started for the store inside. He saw Nausicaea and Hans go in before him, probably to get a snack or to use the bathroom, after all they would most likely be sitting in a car for the next few hours of the stake out.

"Bing."

The bell of the store rung as Percy entered the small gas station. He looked to the back wall to see Hans and Nausicaea; they were picking their drinks from the vast wall of freezers whose doors appeared as clear frosted monoliths. He had seen Julian's and Anastasia's car when he pulled in, he knew Julian was more of a get your shit and get out kind of person, so he wasn't surprised that he didn't see either of them in the gas station's store.

He turned and walked to the front counter so he could pay for his gas. He didn't bother with getting a drink because he knew Nausicaea would get on for him. They did that for each other, if one was buying gasoline, or doing something else the other would get the drinks. As he approached the register he saw a fur was already there. He couldn't see her face, only that she was a short feline.

As the feline turned around to see who was behind her all kinds of hell broke loose.

Percy saw the felines face a fraction of a second before she saw his; this gave him the slight advantage. Dianne Lanolin the name rang like a bell through Percy's mind. With a practiced speed he started to with draw his Sigma 9mm from the shoulder holster he had on. His paws closed around the grip, pulling it out of the holster. Raising it he moved his head to the iron sights. By this time Dianne had gotten one of her paws out in a sweeping motion. Quickly and loudly the first moves were made.

Dianne got of a shot slightly before Percy did. Creating a heated nitrogen column in front of Percy, and cooling down the nitrogen in front of her, the effect was a giant burst of wind that slammed into Percy full force. Percy had the gun pointed at Dianne and was about to squeeze the trigger when a burst of wind hit him straight in the sternum. He was knocked back a good few meters, and almost a full meter into the air. He slammed into a shelf behind him. Crushing and breaking bags of snack foods in his wake. Cheetos rained down in an orange monsoon all around him. Percy blacked out from the hit, mostly from the lack of air in his lungs though, not from major head trauma.

"AHH, VERDAMNT MIEN KNOECHEL! AH, FICK, VERDAMNT MIEN KNOECKEL!"

Percy awoke to the sound of Hans screaming his head off.

"Ah, fuck, what happened." Percy mumbled as he slowly came too.

"FICK MEIN KNOECHEL!" Hans was still screaming at the top of his lungs.

Percy opened his eyes to see he was back in the car, in the passenger's seat. He saw Nausicaea was driving; speeding way over what he though was the speed limit. He tried to find Hans to see what he was screaming about.

What he saw almost made him vomit. Hans had blood smeared all over him. Hans was holding his left ankle; Percy saw that it was oozing blood with chunks of it ripped out in a violent way. Hans was screaming violently while he clutched at his shredded ankle.

Percy acted then, he knew he had to calm Hans down before he worried about anything else.

"Hans, Hans listen to me you're going to be okay. We're going to get you to Hana-Sophia okay. She's going to get you all fixed up and you're going to be okay." He said to Hans, who was still screaming, in a strong but calm voice.

Percy grabbed Hans forearm in an attempt to get his attention. Hans turned his muzzle towards Percy in recognition.

"Hans listen to me! You're going to be okay. Come on say it with me you're going to be okay. Come on damn it say the fucking words." Percy was almost shouting at the German Shepard now, trying to get him to focus on something other than the pain in his mangled ankle.

Hans looked at him, and slowly stopped screaming. He was panting hard, and it was clear that he was in intense pain. His lips were moving and it was clear that he was trying to say something. Percy leaned closer to Hans, trying to hear what he was whispering.

"Per.. Persa... Blut..Persa... Es gibt ueberall blut..... Persa.... ueberall blut.....Per.." Hans slowly trailed off the whisper getting more and more quite. Percy thought he knew what Hans was trying to say. He thought Hans was saying I'm bleeding everywhere. Hans slowly stopped whispering all together and his eyes drifted off, they were dilated and unfocused.

"Shit what happened don't tell me he's dead Percy." Nausicaea's voice rang out from the front seat.

Percy answered her, though he didn't break his stare on the German shepherd in front of him. "Now he's not dead, he's just in shock. Fuck Nausicaea, how long till we reach Headquarters?"

"Fuck, maybe two or three more minutes, we're almost home though. Just keep him conscious Percy; I don't want Hans to fucking die on us like Julian."

Percy hadn't even known that Julian died, but there was no time for that he told himself. Percy had to keep Hans out of shock as best as he could.

Percy took of the blue hoodie he was wearing and put it on Hans. He knew he had to keep Hans talking so that he wouldn't pass out. By this point he had both his paws on Hans. His right paw was on Hans wrist that was still clutching his ankle, his left paw was on Hans shoulder rubbing his fur trying to keep his attention.

"Hans, Hans you've got to stay with me dog." Hans rolled his head, it looked like he was about to pass out. "Hans come on man. HANS! HANS! Stay with me damn it." Hans leaned his head over Nausicaea's seat rest then promptly vomited.

"AW, FUCKING SHIT, IT"S FUCKING EVERYWHER!" Percy heard Nausicaea say as Hans essentially threw up on her.

"Just keep driving lover; we need to get his ass to Hana-Sophia as fast as possible." He turned back to Hans, who started to look at Percy again. "Come on Hans just stay with us a little longer. Come on Hans you're going to be okay can you say that with me? Come on, say I'm going to be okay."

"Pers..Persa.." Hans mumbled weakly.

"Come Hans you're going to be okay. Just say the fucking words okay?"

"I...I, oka..okay.....I, okay....I...I, okay." Hans said, obviously fighting his way through the pain to say the words for Percy.

Nausicaea almost drove through the garage door when they arrived to headquarters. She just barely gave the garage door enough time to get the fuck out her way, before she drove into the garage. She parked the car sloppily as she leapt out and started yelling for help.

Percy got out and opened the other door to try to get Hans out. Percy got Hans to sit up and almost had him out of the car when he heard footsteps rapidly come down the hall. Markus and Hana-Sophia were there looking wildly at Percy and Hans.

"What the fuck happened!" Markus yelled at them in disbelief.

"Hans got tagged in the ankle that's what fucking happened. Help me get his ass to the medical pen, because he's fucking bleeding out all over the damn place!" Percy yelled back at Markus.

Hana-Sophia quickly ran to the medical pen to prep for what was almost certainly going to be surgery. Percy tried to lift Hans on his shoulder for support but it was quickly clear that Hans wasn't going to move by himself. Fuck it Percy thought as he lifted Hans in a fireman's carry. Hans was somewhat shorter than Percy, but much heavier, still Percy was able to easily carry the dog to the medical pen.

Percy quickly got Hans to the medical pen, and lay him down on the operating table that was in the center of it. Hana-Sophia walked in, wearing the sterile attire of a surgeon. Percy was about to leave when he felt Hans grab his arm from the table. Percy turned around as Hans forced a small object into Percy's furred paw. Then Hans hand went limp, Percy quickly left so Hana-Sophia could try to save him.

As soon as Percy was out of the medical pen he opened his paw to see what Hans had given him. He was shocked; it was a small amethyst carved screw. Percy was really worried then, he knew that each member of the shade always keep their amethyst item on them, so that they could identify each other. If Hans had given Percy his item it meant that Hans had a reasonable fear that he wouldn't make it out of surgery.

Percy wound up in his room. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going and he apparently just walked there from muscle memory. He sat down on the mattress, Hans's blood still streaked on him. He spaced out, worrying about Hans, wondering what happened. He remembered getting hit, and apparently Julian was dead, but he didn't know what the fuck happened.

Percy sat on the mattress for quite some time thinking about what had happened. He felt two wet paws rest on his shoulders, turning he saw Nausicaea in a towel.

"Why don't you have any cloths on?" He asked her quietly.

"That vomit got everywhere, it was under my shirt." She replied back to him flatly.

"Oh."

Nausicaea slowly started to undress Percy, getting him out of his blood stained cloths. Percy didn't resist, he just sat there almost limp with worry. Percy ended up lying on the bed with Nausicaea, she in a towel and he in his briefs.

"What the fuck happened? All I remember is seeing Dianne, so I tried to shoot her, then the next thing I know I wake up in the car and Hans is fucking dying." Percy said quietly.

"Percy, it wasn't your fault if that's what you think. Listen here's what happened based on what I saw okay. I was near the back in the freezer section with Hans-"

"WHOSH, CRASH!" Nausicaea heard a strong thump echo from the front and she turned to see Percy in a heap of shelves, Dianne was somehow standing in front of him.

Nausicaea knew that Dianne was about to murder Percy, Nausicaea knew that she couldn't let her. Nausicaea created a column of oxygen similar to Dianne's column of Nitrogen and hurled it at Dianne. The effect was felt immediately by Dianne. She was forced backwards and over the counter. She crashed through a wall of cigarettes, then through a window behind the cigarettes. That was the last time Nausicaea saw Dianne, as she ran the second she was out of the store.

"Get down!" Nausicaea heard Markus shout, as he burst through the door of the convenience store.

Nausicaea dropped to the floor, she looked to see Julian entering the store with his gun drawn, and Anastasia was right behind him in the same condition. Nausicaea crawled over to Hans, who was also lying on the floor at this point.

"Hans, come on we have to move, we have to get out of here." She whispered to him.

"Ja, ja." He replied in a whisper.

Suddenly Nausicaea saw two Beagles pop up from the back, behind a shelf, guns drawn. They started to fire immediately. Julian and Anastasia rolled for cover, bullets whizzing by them, missing them by centimeters. Julian was behind the front counter; he started to return fire, moving along the front counter as he did. Anastasia moved over to where Hans and Nausicaea were, taking cover behind an ice cream freezer.

Julian got to the two beagles quickly. He hit the beagle closest to the counter first. The first shot going through the bridge of his long beagle nose, tumbling into his brain. The second shot hit the beagle's throat, spraying a mist of blood and saliva everywhere. He aimed at the second beagle now. His third shot clipped the beagle's left arm, shattering his elbow and rending all the muscles in that arm. His forth shot traveled directly to the beagle's face, suddenly though the beagle simply disappeared vanishing into thin air. The bullet sailed on and went through the wall behind where the beagle was just a moment ago.

Julian surveyed the wreckage of the store. Percy was lying in a heap of snack foods, knocked out, but otherwise fine. Dianne was nowhere to be found, same with one of the beagles. Then there was the dead beagle whose face he had shot through. It sure was one messy Monday.

"Nausicaea, take Percy to the car. I think he'll be fine but you never know with being knocked out. Anastasia, help me with the dead bastard on the floor. Hans help Nausicaea if she needs it." Julian said, trying to get all the evidence of a blood bath out of the gas station.

Nausicaea got Percy into the car alright by herself, politely declining Hans's help. Julian and Anastasia were crouched over the dead beagle, wondering what the best way to move him, without getting covered in blood, would be. Hans was leaning on one of the freezer doors, trying to not vomit at the sight of the dead beagle.

Suddenly a door slammed open violently in the back. A Dalmatian sprang from the shallow hallway that housed the bathroom; a magnum was cocked in his hand. Julian turned around promptly to see the Dalmatian, only to be shot in the chest by the hand cannon.

The Dalmatian fired another shot, however it was clear that he was unused to firing the weapon as the recoil pushed the gun closer to the celling. The bullet ricocheted off one of the light fixtures in the celling, it ended up hitting Hans in the ankle, violently shattering all the bones it found there. Anastasia wasted no time in tackling the Dalmatian to the floor.

The gun slid under a rack of potato chips as Anastasia proceeded to beat in the face of the Dalmatian. Nausicaea came in just as Anastasia started to wail on the Dalmatian. She ran over stopping Anastasia from killing the poor dog.

Hans was screaming at this point, having had his ankle shattered and ripped open by bullet fragments. Nausicaea and Anastasia moved him to the back seat of the car that Percy was lying unconscious in.

"Don't fucking kill the Dalmatian, okay?" Nausicaea warned to Anastasia

"Whatever just get Hans's ass to sis." Anastasia answered.

"-and so I started driving back to base. Then I turned around to see how bad Hans was hurt and he's fucking covered in blood. I thought he had just been nicked or something, so when I saw that he was going to bleed out everywhere I slammed on the gas to get us the hell back to headquarters. Then you woke up just a little bit later." Nausicaea finished.

Nausicaea and Percy snuggled on their bed, both in worry for Hans.

Sometime later Percy heard footsteps echo from the hall. Percy leaned his head up to see Jon arrive at the doorway of Percy and Nausicaea's room.

"You furs need to get dressed and see what Anastasia got us for a present, it might cheer you up. We're waiting in the garage for you."

Percy and Nausicaea wondered what the hell Jon meant by a present. They were eager to see what it was though; maybe it would take their minds off of Hans, who was most likely still in the operating room. They each got dressed for the second time that day.

Anastasia saw them come into the garage and got up from the lawn chair she was sitting in. "Good I'm glad you guys could make it. Now before the present, Markus is helping Hana-Sophia with surgery. Apparently the bullet shattered and most of it traveled up Hans's leg. He's due out of surgery in about an hour. Now if you'd follow me to the trunk."

The four of them crowded around the trunk of the car, the air was laden with anticipation. Anastasia opened the trunk, giving Percy a good look at what was inside.

A Dalmatian in pink piss stained boxers bound and crying was what was in the trunk. His face was bloody and bruised. Percy knew that this must be the Dalmatian that killed Julian.

"Heh, heh, you're right Anastasia this is a nice present. You want us to put him in a pen for you, after all you had to lug his piss stained ass all the way here." Percy asked Anastasia with a humored sarcasm.

"Go for it, just don't kill him. We still have to interrogate him after Markus gets done with surgery." She replied back making sure that the bound Dalmatian could hear them.

Percy and Nausicaea dragged the Dalmatian to an empty pen. Percy grabbed his satchel from the car they were in while he was in the garage. They found an old wooden chair and soon enough the Dalmatian was duct taped to it in only his pink piss stained boxers.

"Do you want to watch him first, or do you want me too?" Nausicaea asked Percy once the Dalmatian was secure.

"I'll watch him first, just go get some sleep love, you seem tired." Percy said, knowing that everybody probably needed a nap with everything that had gone on that day.

"Thanks." She replied, kissing the bridge of his nose before leaving.

Percy closed the door to the old pen after Nausicaea left. He set his tan satchel on the ground, knowing he would be using it in just a little while. Percy took a long look at the Dalmatian that was bound before him. The Dalmatian was obviously afraid, and for good reason. He almost certainly knew that he wasn't going to get out of here alive, and that he was probably going to be tortured.

"You know, I don't really care that you killed Julian. I mean I'm sad that he's dead yes, but I'm not angry at you. It's almost like its ULTRA that killed him and not you, you know?" Percy said to the Dalmatian.

"I don't know anything, this is only my second week with them, please I don't know anything." The Dalmatian started to cry now. "I don't want to die here; I just want to go home."

Percy listened to the Dalmatian cry for some time before reaching in his bag to get the duct tape back out. He tore off a sizable strip, and brought it near the Dalmatian's mouth.

"You know I don't care if you don't know anything, I don't care if this is your second week on the job, I don't care that you might have killed Hans, That you killed Julian, Hell I don't even care you ruined my Monday. I've had worst Monday's than this right after I had the MacGuffin operation. To tell you the truth, I don't really care about a whole lot. So here's the deal I'm going to torture you anyway just for the fun of it. How does that sound Mr.... well hell I forgot your name, must not have been important." With that Percy put the duct tape over the Dalmatians mouth effectively gagging him.

Percy rummaged through the bag getting out what he would need for his fun.

"You know I find I enjoy things more when there's good music in the back ground don't you? Well I just hope you don't mind if I sing along with the song."

Percy got out his I-pod and the little speaker that went with it. He set it up on the floor next to his bag. He turned it on before settling on Hard on Me by Asia from the album Astra, Percy's favorite album.

A raped keyboard part started up as Percy got the box cutters from his satchel and started to the Dalmatian.

"A secret smile, comes to my eyes like a bolt from the blue." Percy started singing, flipping the boxer cutter blade out.

"It's not your style, but it leads me to dream about what we could do." Percy sang out as he started to cut the piss stained pink boxers off the terrified Dalmatian.

Soon the Dalmatian was sitting naked in the chair. His member hidden in its sheath trying to protect itself from what the Dalmatian was afraid was about to happen.

"Could it be the same? Ever be the same? Could it be the same? Ever the same again!" Percy sang as he traced the blade along the dog's sheath.

"It's hard on me, and I know nothing comes easy. But it's hard on you; believe me baby it's hard on me." Percy sang as he flicked the Dalmatians balls a hard thwack echoed through the pen at the sound.

"A trick of the light, your face in the shadows alone in the night." Percy sang as he drew the blade up to the Dalmatians face slowly pressing it under his left eye.

"You're in my sights, all I've been thinking I know that it's right." Percy still sang, suddenly slicing the blade into the Dalmatians flesh. A satisfying slick slice came from the blade.

"See you standing there, magic in the air, now the smoke has cleared, Time has disappeared." Percy sang out the chorus, dropping the box cutter to the ground and un-holstering the gun he had put in the satchel. He took out the clip and cleared the action.

"It's hard on me." Percy sang as he threw a bullet at the Dalmatian.

"But you know nothing comes easy, but it's hard on you, I need you always believe me." Percy sang throwing the clip of bullets at the scared Dalmatian.

"Could it be the same? Ever be the same? Could it be the same? Ever the same again?" Percy whispered to the Dalmatian as he leaned into the Dalmatians ear.

"It's hard on me, but I know nothing comes easy. But it's hard on you, I need you always believe me." Percy sang putting the unloaded gun in the bound hand of the Dalmatian.

He pointed the gun so that it was facing the Dalmatian. He didn't have to wait long for as soon as he let the gun go the Dalmatian tried to pull the trigger, not wanting to endure more of what this insane fur had planned for him.

"We can't have you doing that Percy whispered to him. He took the gun away and gently picked his box cutters back up.

"It's hard on me, but you know nothing comes easy. But it's hard on you I've hurt you before." Percy sang at a crescendo bringing the blade down to the Dalmatians right index finger. Suddenly he brought it down hard and started to move it back and forth cutting through the Dalmatians finger.

"Now please don't make it hard on me." Percy finished the song right as he finished severing the Dalmatians finger.

He threw the finger on the floor and admired his handy work. The Dalmatian was shaking with pain and terror, bleeding from the cut on his face and from the stump where his finger use to be. The dog was crying, weeping in terror, screaming in vain against the gag. He saw that the dog had pissed himself again and was now sitting in a puddle of his own piss. Percy sat down and leaned against one of the walls of the pen. He watched the dog cry while listening to his I-pod until Nausicaea found him later for dinner.