Fursonae X Machina: Episode 1 - A New Joining
WARNING:
Since I've started this project to basically test my skills in all fields of writing I'd just like to point out that this is intended to be an 'anything goes' type series which means that some chapters (including this one) will contain violence and descriptions of sex between the characters . Don't read if you're not among the 20+ age bracket.
Please note that this story and all the characters in it are Copyright Klesk Vadrigaar 2004 so please don't copy or repost this thing without my written permission. (Don't worry I'm friendly enough).
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Alright, now that that's out of the way, here goes nothing...
Fursonae X Machina
Episode 1: A New Joining
Written by Klesk Vadrigaar
May 13th
- 10:36 pm -
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The rhythmic reverberations emanated from the shape as it glided down through the hazy mist of clouds that hung over New York City. Moonlight glinted off its smooth, sleek, angular form and mingled with the scintillating glow of its four massive wings as they slowly rose and fell, cutting through the mirth with ease. As the many lights of the city emerged from underneath the cloud cover the shape halted its descent and banked right, searching for the guiding beacon that would lead it to its ultimate destination.
"Calling Flight NT-674, this is air traffic control. We have you on our screens now and have cleared you to land on Pad 26."
There was no response. Had there been it would certainly have raised a few eyebrows as the craft's automated systems weren't programmed to use their vocal processors until touchdown.
"Prepare for final approach. Come down easy, we don't need any collisions this time of night."
The craft, a Transcontinental Personnel Transport, nick named 'Sky Dragon' due to its appearance, dropped its repulsor lifts and increased them to one-quarter normal power as it neared the designated area. Long ambidextrous claws extended out from the fuselage in preparation for touchdown as it slowed to hover above the pad. Kicking its repulsor lifts to full the craft extinguished its mono-molecular wings as it closed the gap and finally made contact with the ground.
-Attention all passengers, we have now successfully touched down at New York's La Guardia terminal on Neo-Terra. Local time is 2236 hours, relative Genison radiation levels are at 38.3 gs and the outside temperature is exactly 61.3542° Fahrenheit. Please ensure that you have all your personal belongings with you before disembarking....- The automated message droned on as morphs collected up their belongings and began dispersing out towards the terminal.
May 14th
- 7:45 am -
"GOOD MORNING! GOOD MORNING! GOOOOOD MORNING!"
The overtly enthusiastic voice greeted Sharon Lysan as she struggled to pull herself back from dreamland. "To all our regular listeners we here at WCHM, 'Golden Sounds of the Past' welcome you to another glorious day in New York!"
*Nicely said* She mused sarcastically as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, *But if you guys actually lived in this city you'd know none of your 'regular' listeners are morning morphs.*
Sharon heaved a groan as she hauled herself to a sitting position and tried to block out the cheerful natter coming from her clock. By Deus how she hated anyone who felt it necessary to infest each and every morning with enough brightness and warmth to outdo the sunrise!
Sighing in exasperation, she stretched out her lithe form and groaned again, she'd rather have the damn thing turned off but it was the only option guaranteed to get her up and ready and today was way too important to risk being late for work. With a bit of effort she managed to stand up and fluff out her tail. After a few more stretches she shucked the t-shirt and panties she'd been sleeping in and head over to the shower as the clock mercifully switched over to some Jeff Buckley. Although anxious to get a head start on the day and still rather annoyed at being dragged out of such a blissful slumber, Sharon couldn't help but pause momentarily to examine her nude self in the hallway mirror.
*It's tough going, but be glad the effects aren't showing yet girl.*
Sharon let a smile grace her face as she ran her hands down her pelt. She was a 24 year-old pure born vixen with deep azure colored fur that faded to a light cerulean on her chest and tummy. From ears to feet her entire body was snaked with the darkened veins that indicated where the various cybernetic nano-mek augmentations required for her job had been attached and installed.
*Not bad at all considering what you've been through.*
Sharon murred softly as she traced two of the lines that curved around her generously large breasts, accentuating the perfect tear drop shape of them. She was an operative of the Central Security Force, or C.S.F., as it was most commonly known.
The C.S.F. had been formed twenty years ago as one of the military organizations designed to replace the police departments of the planet's various major metropolises. In this day and age, nearly 300 years since the Genison meteorite fallout that had hyper-evolved Earth into the new world of Neo-Terra and all the series of the animal kingdom into anthropomorphic beings, 300 years since the Elders had gone extinct, leaving the reincarnated world to be inherited by these new 'morphs', 300 years since the planet's collective cybernetic brains had been reawakened and the symbiotic relationship between morphs and machines was born.In this time crime was no longer just a simple day-to-day occurrence. It was something that cultimated and simmered in the depths of the urban jungle, gradually growing in intensity over time until it reached boiling point. With the various stand-alone thieves and muggers no longer in existence, numerous mafia and terrorist organizations had moved in and accumulated enough manpower, wealth and influence to maintain their own little empires. And if they ever wished to make themselves heard, the whole world knew about it simultaneously. Urban warfare was something everyone always had to be prepared for, and with the addition of the Terran Network's Hyper-Realm added to the playing field as well as the various newly charted planets and dimensions; the area of corruption and bloodshed could be disastrously wide indeed.
That was where the C.S.F. came in. Their function was to take in raw recruits and, through a combination of military class training and state-of-the-art nano-technological enhancements, raise a legion of elite one-person armies whose job it would then be to go into the world and combat these outbreaks wherever they occurred, be it on-net, off-net, the far reaches of space, the past, the future, this dimension or the next.
Sharon was such an operative, assigned to the New York branch. She'd been going at it for just over three years. Though she'd proven to be every bit the exemplary agent that everyone expected her to be, the powers that be felt that she was beginning to buckle seriously under the pressure of working alone and had decided to partner her up with another agent.
*And don't even try to convince yourself that they're just being paranoid; you really do need another gun on your side.*
Sharon grimaced a bit as she rubbed the long thin scar running down her thigh. She'd gotten it during a fierce gun battle on her last assignment. One of the goons she'd been tracking turned out to be a bit of a nouveaux art designer and had come after her with a variety of firearms all customized with spikes, hooks and various flaying instruments. She'd eventually managed to put him down but not before he'd torn a huge gash in her leg with a spiked pistol butt. Sharon shook off the thought and climbed into the shower.
Without a doubt this was the highlight of the morning (and usually the rest of the day). Sharon never could understand why but she loved showers, baths and just getting wet in general. Whether it was the comforting feel of water cascading down her body or the way the world and all its problems seemed to stop at the door of the stall, she just felt totally relaxed and more than a little aroused whenever she stood under the flow.
*Almost works better than coffee in the morning.*
Sharon smiled as she worked a concoction of shampoo, conditioner, moisturizer and gloss into her fur and her lusciously long pink hair, savoring how good her hands and the washcloth felt on her wet body. A small moan escaped her lips as she brought the cloth down to her intimate regions while her other paw moved up to rub a hardening nipple. She'd always been rather obsessed with sex and loved any opportunity to get herself off.
*Hold it there girl, remember the call for duty's exceptionally loud today.*
Sharon stopped what she was doing and sighed. As much as she was yearning for sweet release the idea would have to be shelved for later. Work came first.
Sharon toweled off and got dressed. The standard C.F.S. uniform (an agent could have theirs customized in any way they wished but Sharon didn't see any reason to deviate) consisted of a black and silver trimmed Ralvek armored body suit that was inner laden with an ultra-fine weave of crystalline threads. This enabled the suit to absorb and disperse most forms of energy blasts as well as deflecting low and medium caliber bullets. That said any kind of explosive or high impact shrapnel could still break through provided they were fired at close range (or just driven by sufficient brutal force). The suit was also equipped with state-of-the-art light sensors, sound suppression systems, environmental regulators, anti-thermal signature systems and other forms of stealth technology should an agent be required to infiltrate an area quietly. Topping off the features was a full body layer of crystal that enabled the wearer's cyber-augmentations to synch up and operate with the various computer AIs of the Terran Network.
On top of this, agents wore a full-length white trench coat, a trademark of the C.F.S. (equipped with the same Ralvek weave), which served the duel purpose of identifying them to the public as agents and generally just providing more protection.
Thus attired for the day Sharon loaded up her department issue Harkonnen-Kusanagi Universal Ammunition Pistol and slotted it into its holster. She paused for one final glance in the mirror, admiring the way her curves gave her an air of both immense appeal and potential danger and relishing the feeling of her sidearm snugly hugging her thigh before stepping out of her apartment and heading for the street.
- 9:00 a.m.-
All throughout her journey to C.S.F. headquarters, Sharon's mind was methodically working over the issue of who her new partner was going to be. A fact she found rather surprising seeing as she'd never given the matter a second thought until today. While there were literally hundreds of applicants that they could have selected from she still felt it necessary to at least hazard a guess. She in fact kept hazarding guesses all the way through reception and security before finally deciding to give it up; she'd just have to wait until the time came to find out. Resigning herself to this she rounded a corner to the grav-shafts and promptly barreled into a canary carrying several small containers.
"Oh geez Callista, sorry!" Sharon exclaimed as she helped the small harried bird up. "Are you alright?"
"Forget about me, are the augs damaged?" She was quick to exclaim back.
Sharon checked the tubes Callista had been carrying, their contents looked a little shaken up but everything seemed intact. She breathed a quick sigh of relief "No they're fine" she said as she gathered them up "I swear they must have had you in mind when they were designing these."
"Thank Deus, it's taken me a bloody month to go over and iron out all the little problem areas they claimed were just part of the default program."
Dr. Callista Wren was the head of biomechanics and engineering for the C.F.S. NY branch. Basically whenever new cyber augmentations or upgrades for existing ones were created it was her job to make sure they were properly installed and maintained on the relevant agents. She found the job rather trying at times, possibly due to the fact that she was both a self-confirmed perfectionist who strongly believed that the instant something stopped producing above optimal results then it was ready for the scrap heap and a scientific obsessive who was always scheduling little side projects that most of the time did little more than eat into her budget.
"Seriously though, I didn't see you there." Sharon said.
Callista gave her a little smile that had the faintest hint of sadness in it as she pushed her glasses further up on her beak and brushed aside the tuft of longer feathers that hung over her left eye. "It's alright, I'm kind of getting used to it now actually."
In addition to being one of the most demanding C.F.S. employees, she was also renowned for being the shortest. Measuring in at just under 3' 9'', Callista often found herself being trampled and knocked over by other morphs.
"So what's on today's list?" Sharon decided to change the subject.
"Well I've got two UV/IR vision upgrades, a lung capacity enhancer and some bizarre new device that allows you to literally grow a small spy pod on your body which can then be detached and sent to scout out potentially dangerous territory."
"Blech, whose psychotic idea was that?"
"I'd rather not know, but apparently it's done quite well in field tests." Callista chirped in her adorable English accent. "I'll let you know how it turns out right after I take care of one other little matter."
"Well I'll leave you to it, I've got to go get something out of my locker and then see Commander Cyan about my new accomplice."
"Ah yes, today's the day you're going to be forced to swallow your pride and learn how to actually ask for help. Do try not to break the poor soul up too much for me dear." the bird grinned.
Sharon feigned looking insulted but knew Callista was just being her usual self and let her go on her merry way.
-Feeling a little distracted today Agent Lysan?- The calm voice of Pericles, HQ's administration computer, sounded out. Sharon looked up to see one of the small spherical probes that served as the AI's numerous eyes and ears hovering above her, having no doubt witnessed the entire fiasco.
"Something like that, and for the ump millionth time its just Sharon." She reminded the computer on an almost daily basis but either by choice or default, Pericles never seemed to remember.
"This whole thing's just making me a tad antsy." She tried to look pouty "I don't supposed there's any way you could help ease the suspension is there?"
-While you may find this difficult to believe I have not been informed as to the identity of your new partner. A fact that I find rather unsettling and quite possibly indicative of unrest further along the chain of command, after all look what became of Ash being unexpectedly recruited to the Nostromo.-
Sharon laughed heartily, any lag in updates from the Network or spontaneous changes to the day-to-day run of things and Pericles would immediately pounce on it as a sign of either impending crisis or a corrupt conspiracy.
-Regardless it appears you will simply have to wait until Commander Cyan is ready to tell you.- The AI concluded.
Sharon gave a slightly aggravated sigh; it seemed like everyone was trying to make this as difficult as possible for her.
"Well thanks anyway."
-My pleasure Sharon, now if you'll excuse me this unit is required elsewhere.-
Pericles moved over to a small alcove in the wall where two deactivated service bots lay. Its single blue eye rotated down to stare at them for a moment and they both suddenly leapt up infused with new life. Pericles rotated his eye upwards and a glow tube detached from the ceiling.
"What for?"
-Dr. Wren wishes me to record her latest investigation into which morph series can make it's way, bare pawed, across a pool of lumpy custard the fastest.-
The probe floated off followed by the bots and the tube.
*Where does she find the volunteers to participate in these things?* Sharon thought in bewilderment. She stepped into the grav-shaft and descended down to the basement.
There she went to her locker and brought out what she long considered to be her pride and joy: her custom made Sonar Frequency katana.
C.F.S. regulations decreed that in addition to the standard U.A.P. sidearm, each agent could carry a second weapon of their own choosing. Since she so enjoyed getting up close and personal to the morphs who were earning her salary, Sharon had had a specially crafted state-of-the-art katana sword made and shipped over from Japan. It had been expensive but the blade had proven its worth in spades and Sharon always felt much safer with it on her person.
Smiling the vixen drew the sword out of its sheath and switched it on. A high-pitched whine momentarily rang out as the blade was enveloped in a second 'sheath' of ultra high-frequency sound. This enabled the sword to inflict paralyzing but completely non-lethal blows to enemies as well as deflect incoming projectiles away from the wielder.
Gripping the hilt with both paws Sharon quickly checked no one else was around and started doing practice moves, feeling herself synching up perfectly with her favorite toy, wielder becoming one with weapon. Satisfied, the vixen switched the sword off and kissed the hilt tenderly.
"I'm really going to have to buy you a proper carrying case. You're too valuable to keep leaving here." she said as she sheathed it and strapped it to her back.
- 9:35 a.m.-
With that done, Sharon made a quick stop off at the cafeteria. While she didn't feel particularly hungry but welcomed any excuse to ogle some of the cute guys and the even sweeter girls. Her attention to detail practically melted away as she progressed along the tables watching in absolute contentment as the elite specimens of each series went about with their meals: a female raccoon tucking into a croissant here, a male acrocanthrosaurus tearing away at some steak and bacon there. Soon Sharon ceased to even care which direction she was heading if it meant more brain power could be diverted towards the weaving of the increasingly lewd scenario in her head.
*Careful there, remember what happened the last time you got too wrapped up in your perverted thoughts.*
The reminder soon became all too apparent as Sharon promptly barreled into somebody for the second time.
"Oh Deus not again!" her eyes shut tight in humiliation. "Sorry, I'm really not focused today."
"Understandable, I'm a little out of sorts myself." The voice was cool and soothing.
Sharon opened her eyes and found herself staring at an exceptionally rugged looking fox. Bushy, rich red hair sprouted out between his two perfectly shaped black tipped ears and draped over the most adorable pair of blue set eyes she'd ever seen. His fur was an equally rich shade of deep red fading to white on his neck.
*Oooohh isn't he just as handsome as hell! Just what I'd like to go to bed hugging each night.* She thought before kicking her mind back out of the gutter.
"Er...uhm...you aren't hurt I hope?"
"No, I'm more concerned about you." The fox said as he helped her to her feet.
"Oh I'm fine, believe it or not that's not the first time this has happened today." Sharon confessed.
"Well I know you didn't mean it, so there's no need to apologize. Just try not to be in such a rush next time." The fox smiled softly before heading over to the coffee machine.
"I...I guess I'll try not to." Sharon said to no one in particular, feeling better but still somewhat ashamed that she was letting the nymphomaniac side of her get in the way of things so easily.
"Admiring the fresh meat on display?" A voice quipped behind her.
Sharon turned around to see the branch commander, Alyssa Cyan. A brown squirrel of 35 years with long black hair and a face that somehow managed to look both cute and at the same time authoritative she'd amazed everyone by shooting through the ranks faster than a cheetah doing the 100m sprint. She was determined, headstrong and dedicated, and as a result those in High Command had decided to give her a real test of character by placing her in charge of one of the most criminally active cities on the planet. She'd taken the challenge head on and had been commanding the C.S.F. NY forces for almost five years now.
*Doing a pretty damn good job of it too.* Sharon mused.
"Well yes somewhat, but since I've got you here can you spare a moment?"
Cyan nodded knowingly as she adjusted the jacket of her red military uniform. "Grab us a table and I'll reveal as much as I'm allowed to."
Sharon found one towards the back that was unoccupied and motioned for Cyan to sit down. They faced each other for a second before Cyan spoke up "So what secrets are you dying to know?"
Sharon tuned her eyes to the 'somewhat piercing' mode. "I'd assume it's pretty obvious: who've you picked out to be with me in my rare times of need? Pericles, for reasons unknown, has been kept in the dark and I can't wait until the formal introduction, I need to know now."
Cyan exhaled calmly, wanting to make Sharon wait as long as possible for her response. "Yes he informed me of your previous encounter and requested I come down to see you immediately."
-I noted that she seemed concerned and concluded that steps needed to be taken to resolve the situation as quickly as possible.- Another of the AI's probes hovered in behind Cyan. -As is within the parameters of my program, along with never questioning any inconsistencies, however suspicious, in my supply of information.-
Cyan rolled her eyes.
"How long has this been on your mind Sharon?" She asked
"Admittedly only since I left home this morning, but it's still been gnawing at me ever since!"
The squirrel couldn't help smirking. "Well, after carefully reviewing your performance on your last few missions it became clear to me that you need a partner who's strong-willed but doesn't mind being bossed around by someone else. Someone who's capable of looking past your shortcomings, however numerous they may be, and see the real you. The agent who's exceeded all expectations and accomplished more than a good number of morphs here. Someone whom we can rely on to always be of assistance and most importantly someone who's male."
Sharon nodded as she absorbed all of this in. "Nice speech but it doesn't answer my question."
Cyan's smirk increased. "Alright, he's a transfer from the Cincada City branch. Formerly enlisted in the United Terran Marine Corps, joined our ranks three years ago, almost a flawless service record since then. I chose him because I know without a doubt that he's the handle you need from going round the bend."
She turned to face the probe. "And the reason you haven't been informed yet is because I needed to cross-check a few alterations on his dossier before submitting it to the archives. No crisis, no big conspiracy, nothing that warrants getting yourself worked up into a frenzy over okay?"
-Very much so. Though I would like to remind you that every time I am unable to assist organiks in any way I possibly can it's another black mark against the perfection of my functioning.-
Pericles began to float away.
-And we all know what Dr. Wren prefers to do with sub-perfect mekaniks.- He added.
Sharon chuckled softly and admitted that she had to agree. "Sounds ideal, when do I get to meet him?"
Cyan couldn't help but grin knowingly. "You already have."
"Huh?"
"He's that dashing fox you knocked over a few seconds ago."
Though she couldn't see it, Sharon guessed her facial expression was somewhere between gobsmacked and cynical. After seeing Cyan was serious she considered the idea for a few moments and deemed that it suited her quite nicely.
"I guess that's fine with me but it does raise one further query."
"And what would that be my dear Sharon?" Cyan was enjoying the effect this was having.
"Well from our brief encounter the guy seemed fairly well rounded, yet you feel it's necessary to have me still calling the shots for both of us. What could possibly be wrong with him that would make it a necessity for me to have the last word on everything we do?"
Cyan's eyes slowly left Sharon's and centered on something in the background. "Look behind you."
Sharon turned around in her seat to find the fox still in front of the coffee machine. Uncertainty was etched deeply into his face as one gloved finger alternated between the cappuccino and espresso options. He rested on one then shook his head and moved it to the next one over only to repeat the action and move it back to the first one. Sharon watched this routine almost hypnotically until Cyan spoke up again.
"He's done remarkably well on all fronts except decision-making. We don't know why but the guy takes forever to settle on anything." she mused.
Sharon watched a little while longer, she was actually beginning to find it amusing, and strangely rather cute. After keeping the routine up for another five minutes the fox slowly placed his paw on the machine and exhaled in exasperation, feeling like a total idiot.
"Cyan, if you'll excuse me I think I'd better go and have a little talk with him."
Sharon sauntered over and calmly punched the espresso button.
"The caffeine boost lasts longer." She said.
The fox looked up in surprise, which quickly faded to embarrassment when he saw who it was.
"As thankful as I am, I hate to have to inconvenience you again miss...?"
"Sharon Lysan, your new partner." She took his paw and pumped it firmly. "And no, your not inconveniencing me in the least."
The fox let another soft smile grace his lips. "My name's Jason Dermont, but everyone just calls me Jase. I'm glad to see they took such careful consideration when selecting my co-worker."
Sharon looked confused
"I work well with females." he explained.
Sharon nodded "Do you experience this all the time?" She gestured to the machine.
"No, when I'm out there in the heat of a pitched battle I'm fine. It's only when I'm off duty that I start doubting my opinion of everything."
Sharon sighed in relief. "Good then already I foresee no problems between us. All I ask of a man is that he knows how to shoot straight and who to shoot straight at."
Jase laughed at the comment "I assume this means they've placed you in charge?"
Sharon nodded "Yes, is that alright with you?"
"Sure, no problem whatsoever." Jase gave a repectful bow. "I'm always prepared to serve." Sharon couldn't help but smile in approval.
*He doesn't contest with me and he's polite to boot. I've definitely hooked a winner this time.* Sharon thought.
*My, I've seen my fair share of vixens, but I didn't think any as pretty as her would want to get involved in this line of work.* Jason thought.
"Well, now that we've all had a go at each other, what say we step into my office and sort out the nitty-gritty details?" Cyan quipped from behind.
Sharon tried to hide her smirk. "What say?".
She and Jase turned and followed the commander out.
- 10:27 a.m.-
"So when did you arrive in New York?" Sharon asked as the two walked through the C.S.F. parking lot towards their designated unmarked patrol craft.
"Round about eleven or so last night, had just enough time to get my stuff into my new apartment and grab a few hours sleep before reporting here for duty. Since then I've just been learning the layout of this place and getting to know the staff." He chuckled. "I must say you have a most unusual administrator here."
"Pericles? Yeah he's an oddity of sorts but you grow to like him after a while. Don't worry too much about his incessant paranoia though, he's always expecting some mammoth disaster to be just around the next corner."
>Need I remind you that it is largely thanks to my 'paranoia' as you put it that we've never had to deal with such a matter! <. Came the retort in both of their brain modems.
"What was that?" Jase asked rubbing his head.
"Oh, did no one tell you? Pericles also acts as a means of staying in contact with HQ when we go out on patrol. A city this size requires a lot of agents to be out there maintaining peace and order 24/7 and it's just easier on morph power to have the more menial tasks such as monitoring our progress handled by the computers."
"Hmm, this should be interesting then."
Sharon cocked her head. "Why? Didn't your Network AI assume a similar position in Cincada?''
"Somewhat." Jase said as he got into the driver's side of the craft. "But ours primarily acted as an unseen caretaker, doing what it had to do to keep the place running smoothly and then just vanishing back into the shadows." He glanced upward at a random spot on the ceiling. "Certainly didn't have the charm or charisma yours does."
>Thank you Agent Dermont. It's nice to be appreciated for once.<
Sharon rolled her eyes as she got into the passenger side and slid her katana blade in between the seats.
*I may favour them and appreciate everything they do for us, but as long as I live I'll never understand mek preferences.*
- 1:41 p.m. -
Jason walked away from the sidewalk 'Parasol Café' dispenser suspiciously sniffing the omnosh dogs he'd gotten. Though he knew they'd had to be modified to be safe for all series to consume, and in all honesty once you actually got down to eating them they tasted no different to the real thing, he always thought omnosh products had a very peculiar odor to them.
Upon arriving back at the craft he found Sharon lying in her seat, eyes closed and a content smile on her face. Jase instantly forgot about his fascination with the hot dogs as he looked the reclining vixen over. It wasn't the first time he'd seen a girl lying before him but for some reason as he admired Sharon's lithe, curvaceous figure, Jase suddenly felt as though this were the first time he was experiencing true beauty. Piqued with curiosity at his reaction, the fox got into his seat and checked the onboard computer. As he'd expected, Sharon was on-net, sailing somewhere through the vast expanse of the Hyper-Realm. Smiling Jase ordered the computer to interrupt her session and watched as the vixen came round.
"Thought you might want some lunch." He said handing one of the dogs to her.
"Love some, I'm starving." Sharon snatched it out of his paw and took a bite. Jase added ketchup and mustard to his own as the vixen reached behind her head and detached the Network connection spokes from the link points on her neck. "So what do you think of authentic New York cuisine?" she asked.
Jase swallowed and shrugged. "It's not much different than what I'm used to. Just wish it didn't give off that bizarre smell." He took another bite. "I mean it's not unpleasant or anything, it just seems so...so...foreign. Nothing like what you'd associate with a hot dog."
He contemplated it in his paws. "Makes me wonder, what exactly have the meks done to this thing?"
Sharon chuckled. "Well what do you expect? They have to contend with the dietary needs of millions of different series and unlike those drone units you can buy for the home, they aren't programmed to be premium chefs. They've got to learn how to cook properly through trial and error just like the rest of us. It just takes them longer."
She resumed eating while Jase looked over with a bemused expression on his face. "I had no idea you were so supportive of machinery."
Sharon folded her arm behind her head and smiled as she looked out the window "Yeah I guess you could call me that."
She watched as two sanitation meks, crab shaped and not much bigger than an average baby buggy swept across the opposite side of the road, their long, highly flexible claws reaching out to snatch up trash and refuse and place it in the collecting bins on their backs.
"I find it rather fascinating how far they've come in such a short space of time. For billions of years we've had organic life on this planet. It's been allowed to take its time and mature at a slow comfortable pace. The mekaniks on the other hand have had to go through that entire developmental phase in a tiny fraction of the time."
"Well so did we, to an extent. I mean for the longest time were we not just ignorant creatures living in the woods and then suddenly BAM! we can walk, talk and think?" Jason asked to which Sharon closed her eyes and nodded.
"Point taken but it's not quite the same. We were already around ¾ of the way through our evolutionary process and we'd seen what awaited us next from watching the Elders. Our mass exposure to genison just speeded up the final phase and turned us into what we'd already expected to become at some point. But a few hundred years ago the machines weren't much more than a lifeless mess of wires and circuit boards that took up entire rooms and now look at them."
A large disposer mek descended down into the alleyway up ahead, to which the two little sanitation meks immediately rushed like children to their mother. Their collecting bins tipped forward and they began loading their garbage into the incinerators that powered the disposer's engines. As they did so the larger mek hooked several tendrils up to their bodies and recharged their power cells.
"As supremely intelligent as they are, they're really not that much different from us. We're essentially just a large collection of newborn beings who've all had the misfortune of being orphaned at a very young age,"
As she said this the vixen let her head droop forward, almost as if in sadness.
"And them, they're like the older children trying to help us find a way in life even though they themselves don't have the crutch of paternal support. Only difference is we morphs don't have to deal with the burden of knowing everything about the world from birth and being expected to spend our entire lives keeping this planet from becoming a lifeless ball of rock."
Sharon slid down in her chair as the disposer levitated back up into the air and flew off while the sanitation meks zipped out of the alley and went on the look out for more refuse to clean up.
"They need us as much as we need them. They incorporated the technology and the genison from the meteorite probes into the inner-workings of the world to help both us and the off-world creatures that the probes brought to Neo-Terra survive and breed, in return we allowed them to merge with us in order to better comprehend life and the universe."
She finished off her hot dog and wadded up the wrapper. "Though I suppose all that must sound like pointless rambling to you."
Jase thought for a moment and shrugged. "I wouldn't say that. Just shows you're passionate about getting to know them, as we all should do."
He ate the rest of his own dog. "Me, I used to consider mekaniks to just be another part of the general flow of society, stuff I'd just run into during my daily routine and think nothing of later on."
The fox tossed his wrapper aside and held his arms out straight so he could flex his fingers. "But lately I gotta admit, I've really started to see things much the same way you do. My life's improved dramatically with these nano-machines attached to my body and I've actually found myself starting to take more of a personal interest in the Network AIs now that I have to deal with them on a regular basis."
Sharon chuckled. "I know what you mean. I've personally been thinking of spending some holiday time in Aureatore to try and catch sight of the elusive Cyber-Trackers. Be interesting to see how the Network's little soul harbourer bots are doing."
>While I commend both of you for the effort you're putting into bonding I'm afraid you'll have to break it off. < Pericles' voice sounded out. >I'm transmitting new orders and new info to you from High Command.<
Jase checked the on-board computer as the files poured in. "Guess we'd best get moving."
He revved up the craft's engines and ordered the computer to sever Sharon's link to the Network. "By the way, I hope I didn't interrupt anything important there."
"Nah, just taking care of some personal things." Sharon said. #Which I'm sure you won't mind deleting from the archives, right Pericles?#
>Of course, Sharon.< Pericles sent privately to her mind. >Though in the future I'd appreciate it very much if you could please wait till [i]after[/i] work to participate in your on-net Yiff RPGs.<
- 3:45 p.m.-
The next few hours of the day had gone off pretty much without a hitch. They'd been assigned to stakeout a warehouse in New Haven's End. According to official documentation it was a storage facility for a chain of seafood restaurants but allegedly that was just a front for black market dealers who were using it to peddle illegal weapons. If that turned out to be the case their orders were to shut the place down without delay. Nothing much had happened for the first few hours then a transport craft had suddenly made an unscheduled cargo drop about 40 minutes ago.
"Are you sure about this Sharon?" Jase asked as he got out of the patrol craft.
"There aren't any deliveries scheduled until next week, this is too much of a coincidence. We're going in and checking it out." Sharon said assertively as she strode forward only to have Jase grab her by the shoulder and haul her back.
"Hold it Sharon, if this is the real deal then I'd say it's a pretty safe bet the morphs will be heavily armed and not afraid to cause hassle."
Sharon brushed his paw off. "So?"
"Maybe it wouldn't be in our best interests to waltz in and expect them to surrender quietly. Remember we may be military personnel but to most thugs that just means more fame and respect from the mob for reducing us to bloody pulp." He let the words sink in before adding "And it doesn't do the reputation of the C.S.F. any good for the public to know their recruits are dying from over enthusiasm."
Sharon was about to protest but stopped herself, there was a very large ring of truth to his words. She didn't want to just sit out here and wait for something else suspicious to occur but at the same time she hated to think that any careless actions on her part might result in injury or, even worse, deprive their organization of two able bodied agents. The vixen breathed deeply and nodded "You're right Jase, it would not be a good idea to just walk up and knock." She pulled out her U.A.P. and cocked it. "So instead we'll to go in through the back way and check that part out first."
Jase still looked a little unsure but didn't make any further movements to stop her. "Okay if that's your decision then I'm not going to argue with it."
The two made their way around back and silently made their entrance, not even noticing the small black figure that watched them enter from an adjacent rooftop. That stealthily scampered away whispering into the audio patch grafted to it's ear.
"It's as the informant said, two white coats heading into the south bay. You know what to do, don't let 'em leave intact."
*And now you can thank both your ego and impatience for the mess you're in.* Sharon cursed herself as she cowered behind a stack of crates. HQ's suspicions had turned out to be right, as had Jason's about not using the front door. In fact Sharon's idea would have worked out fine if she'd hadn't had to suffer the horrible surprise of seeing a dozen morphs with their latest wares aimed at her head as she and Jason dropped into the main storage area.
Hell hadn't taken long to let rip after that.
*Damn!*
Sharon cursed again as bullets of numerous calibers pelted her crate like a metallic monsoon. Jase had been wise enough to make a beeline for the less populated area so of course she'd turned right around and run completely in the opposite direction.
*Damn again!*
She closed her eyes and attempted to contact the fox via her cerebral info link.
#Jase can you hear me?#
~As clear as a bell, having fun yet?~
#Sure, don't know how I'd ever stay sane without morphs shooting at me everyday. Where are you?#
~Near the loading bay, seems most of the fire's being redirected towards me. I'm gonna try and re-establish a link to HQ and inform them of our situation.~
#Okay, I'll see if I can get some stills of whatever's being stored here. Need anything else?#
~Actually yes, it doesn't look like I can get any good shots off from where I'm located. I need to find another vantage point. ~
#Right, then I'll just have to persuade them to give you some breathing room. Are you gonna be alright?#
~No problem, you know how they make shipping crates these days, damn near indestructible. ~
Sharon kept her head down and carefully moved to where she could draw a bead on the main group of morphs. Flicking her U.A.P. to a setting that would give them some incentive to pay attention to her but not do anything permanent she aimed and nailed two of the taller ones in the middle. The remainder paused momentarily to gape at their fallen comrades before scattering like pigeons from a popped balloon.
#Okay Jase they're all yours. I'm gonna keep looking around. #
~Very much appreciated my sweet vixen. ~
Sharon wished him the best and maneuvered around the crates until she came across one that was open. Carefully she brushed aside the various frozen aquatic creatures that rested on top and revealed the true contents: a wide variety of guns and ammunition frozen in huge blocks of ice. Using the image recorder installed in her retina she captured three stills, then activated her strength enhancer and smashed the ice, snapping up a couple of extra clips.
With that take care of she located the nearest doorway and darted through, only to run smack dab into a sentry turret someone had thoughtfully set up in the hall. Moving like greased lightning, the vixen bolted back behind the door as a hail of plasma bolts sheared past, missing her by mere inches.
Taking a moment to steady herself, Sharon drew her SF katana and cranked it up to maximum frequency before rolling back into the turret's line of fire. Skillfully deflecting shot after shot with her blade she closed the distance between her and the turret until they were a mere two feet apart. Without wasting a second the vixen somersaulted on top, switched off the sound sheath on her sword and rammed it down into the contraption.
The blade neatly pierced the turret's housing like tinfoil and buried itself in the organic components of its inner workings. Sharon then quickly ripped the blade back out severing numerous wires and synapses in the process. With a hint of sadism, the vixen viciously drove her sword back into the turret again and dragged it along the length of the unit until she was sure she'd damaged the thing enough to render it permanently inoperative.
Satisfied, Sharon leapt off and tore down the hallway like a world champion sprinter trying to catch an unruly cheetah that'd just lifted her wallet until eventually she came to a large metallic door covered in permafrost. With a little tinkering she got it to open and found herself in a large refrigeration chamber stocked with even more weapons, only these appeared to be made of some sort of weird composition of flesh, bone, and blood.
*Probably all home grown too.* Sharon mused as she walked along the racks, recording images of anything that looked more bizarre than the rest.
#Jase, I think I've found something big. I'm transmitting some images to you now.#
~.... I see. What do you want me to do? ~
#Tell HQ to get a research team here pronto. They're definitely gonna want a few of these...whatever they are...to analyze. #
~Right okay, I've managed to uncover a nice hoard of explosives here, let me grab what I can then I'll join up with you. ~
#Sounds perfect, I'm over in the west area. #
~Try to stay beautiful for me. ~
Sharon smiled a little at that. Jase was being nice and calm about this whole thing and it help put her more at ease. She continued her search wondering why the C.S.F. was devoting so much time and resources to morale inducing propaganda when all they needed to do was recruit more morphs like him.
- Meanwhile -
Jason sighed in aggravation as another hail of bullets rained down from above, forcing him to yet again abandon the artistic belt of grenades, E.S.M. bombs, thunder flashes and other munitions he was assembling and take cover.
*These bastards may not be much of a challenge to dispose of but by Deus are they persistent!*
He crouched and waited patiently, his enhanced ears twitching this way and that, until he picked up on the tiny but tell tale sound of a gun powering down in preparation for reloading. Using his optical magnifier he tracked and centered in on the morph in question (an anklyosaur) and gave him a nice armful of plasma. There was a roar of agony as the beams seared through the anklyosaur's scales forcing him to drop the rifle and jump down from his perch. Jase stepped out ready to tell the dinosaur to give it up, only to see him rip out an 8-inch electrified knife and charge at him.
"Fine, we'll play it your way then." Jase said as he ducked underneath the slash, surreptitiously thumbing his gun down to the lowest possible setting.
"Now I believe this is your normal procedure for finishing the job but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong." He said as he turned and let the anklyo have it in the back of the head.
*Well I certainly hope Sharon isn't having to deal with these jerks.*
He snapped up his explosives and stepped around the now comatose body, smiling at his concern for the vixen as he dashed to the safety of another stack of crates. He'd never really felt anything for another member of his own series before today yet he had to admit the vixen was really growing on him.
*Maybe it's just natural for me to be drawn to more domineering morphs.* He thought as he quickly spotted two more guards waiting to ambush him up ahead and dispatched them with a grenade.
*She is incredibly alluring though, and very confident about herself. Maybe not all that sensible about some things but that's probably why they assigned me to aid her.*
Jase had been described by numerous morphs as a true voice of reason, someone who could always be relied on to come up with a solution everybody could agree with. He considered it one of his greatest assets. Certainly the one guaranteed to make him a hit with the ladies.
*Geez, will you listen to yourself? It really has been a while since you last had a girlfriend.*
Jason nodded but knew it was way too early to ask. Perhaps after a month or two when they had gotten used to each other but definitely not right now. Especially since he had no idea about what her views on his particular preferences might be...
"Let me get this straight, the little blue bitch somehow got past a Lindern series 9 turret?"
"Yeah, don't ask me how but she's one damn clever little vulpine."
Jase snapped out of his thoughts at the voices. Immediately ceasing all movement he quickly surveyed his surroundings and noticed a door behind him. Thanking the mekas for his augmented hearing he shifted position and slowly crept closer.
"Well there's nothing traceable in that area so she won't be able to pin anything on us. Let's concentrate on the red one making a mess of the warehouse and then worry about her."
"Uh sir what about all those skin guns we had delivered, you told us they needed to be kept in the cold storage. That's very near to where she was last sighted."
There was a long pause.
"If she's seriously dumb enough to go in there, then the little surprise I left will be more than happy to show her the errors of her ways."
Jason took only a moment to yank a gas grenade from his belt and slide the door open wide enough to chuck it in before activating his adrenaline booster and heading for the west area at mach velocities.
*Well, I suppose it would be courteous to keep her alive long enough to find out if she's interested in you.*
Jase just ran faster.
Sharon meanwhile had picked up one of the orga-guns and was examining it. It had the basic configuration of a pistol but not a single trace of metallic or synthetic parts. Carefully she prodded and felt it over until she located what was probably the magazine release. When she pushed it a part of the grip detached and began to leak a clear, viscous fluid (Sharon would later swear she actually heard it yawn).
Shaking off the unease she pulled it out and saw several explosive tipped finger bones, probably meant to be the ammunition, embedded inside. Though the other parts of the gun had most likely been grown separately the bones could only have come from one place.
*The side of osteopathy you never knew existed.*
Sharon shook her head in disbelief.
*Disassembled body parts, a cold tomb, it's almost like the facility where I was...*
Sharon shook her head violently to get rid of the image. Now was definitely not the right time to dwell on such unhappy memories....
...and yet, try as she might, she couldn't deny it, the resemblance certainly was there. Deeply disturbed and now feeling a little freaked out, she dropped the gun and turned to leave.
Which was when the comet hit her.
Sharon barely had the time to register a blinding flash of light before a searing hot pain splashed out over her back and she went down hard, bashing her head on the floor and nearly blacking out. Recovering quickly, thanks to her augmented and reinforced body, the vixen rolled over to face her assailant, U.A.P. in hand.
From behind the racks emerged a huge Waldorf Mark IV security drone, simian in body design with bizarre avian like legs and a smoking fusion cannon mounted on its arm. Sharon guessed it must have been observing her the whole time and calmly waiting until she was distracted to strike.
*FUCKING SCHMED! Class A case of what not to do in hostile surroundings! Well done girl!* The vixen silently rebuked herself for having screwed up yet again.
*Alright, think! The Waldorf class is your average 50/50 cyber-organic sentry. Maximum ground speed is 68.4 mph, no preferred weapons, just uses what you attach to it. Equipped with a full body adamantium-terryllium alloy shell save for the areas where they...wait that's it!!*
Arriving at a temporary solution she took aim and fired at the cybernetic beast. Unfortunately, the drone was as well protected as her and the blasts impacted harmlessly on its metal hide. Seeing its target was no threat, the drone raised its arm and charged up the cannon for another shot.
Which turned out to be its first mistake of the day as that's exactly what Sharon was hoping it would do.
With its arm raised, the drone temporarily exposed an unprotected part of its elbow joint, deliberately left that way for maintenance purposes. Seeing everything was going according to plan, Sharon stood her ground until the last moment and then quickly rolled out of the way when it was too late for the drone to alter its lock. Targeting the weak spot she let fly with the rest of her cell. The blast blew the arm clean off, temporarily stunning the bot and giving Sharon an opportunity to scramble to her feet and bolt behind another one of the racks.
Taking advantage of the brief lag, she reloaded her pistol and assessed the physical damage. The fusion blast had been dead on and she'd taken the brunt of it in her back. Mercifully however, the drone seemed to have assumed a medium strength shot would be sufficient and thanks to the combined protection of both her suit and her coat the worst she'd have to deal with was bruises and singed fur.
*Okay you've solved one problem, now how are you going to deal with the other one?*
Sharon never got the chance to think of an answer, as her momentary relief was all to soon shattered by the rack behind her suddenly collapsing. On sheer instinct her speed enhancer kicked into overdrive and she leapt out of the way as it came crashing to the ground. The assault drone, having lost its cannon, had apparently now resorted to trying to crush her instead.
*They're making these things way too smart nowadays.* Sharon groaned.
The drone grabbed onto another rack and pulled it down onto the vixen but she again proved to be too quick for it. Sharon let a quick smile pass over her face, thankful that the nano-machines bonded to her body were programmed to act on base instinctual impulses as well as mental commands.
*That's another one I owe to them.*
She stepped back and switched on her opti-visor.
#Pericles, this is Sharon! Are you there?#
The silence that followed as her cerebral link attempted to re-connect with the computer probably lasted at the most a second and a half but to the vixen it seemed like an agonizing eternity.
>Here Agent Lysan. Judging from the heightened tone and shrill note of alarm in your voice I gather things are not going as expected? <
#Something like that, listen I'm trapped in a giant freezer with one seriously PO'ed Waldorf gunning for my ass. I need a complete transcript of its technical schematics sent to me right now!!#
>Understood, accessing Terran Network Archives.... Files Retrieved. Downloading to you now...<
The screen covering her left eye faded to red as the drone's metal covering vanished to reveal its inner workings. Neatly printed labels materialized next to each major component describing its function, relative energy expenditure, rate of usage, time remaining till replacement was necessary and the like. Sharon quickly ran the scan over as much of the body as she could while trying to keep the barricade of overturned racks and scattered flesh guns between her and the drone.
*Should be somewhere around here...*
She finally arrived at what she was looking for when she placed the scan over the midsection. There in shades of red was a large hexagonal shaped object that her opti-visor identified as:
CPU PRIMARY ROUTER
APPROX. ENERGY EXPENDITURE: 90%
PERCENATGE CURRENTLY IN USE: 99%
VITALITY TO OVERALL OPERATION: EXTREMELY HIGH
TIME TILL NEX_
Which was all she managed to get before the mekanik crouched and leapt into the air, vaulting over the racks to land a mere four feet away from the startled agent.
"Hydraulically enhanced leg tendons huh?" she sneered "You're starting to become a real pain for me."
With its prey now exposed, the drone took advantage of its heavily armored body and moved towards the unfortunate agent, ignoring the plasma bolts pelting its torso as Sharon desperately tried to buy herself another second to think. After depleting her second cell she could see she obviously wasn't doing any real damage and decided to risk making a bolt for the door.
She never got the chance as the drone closed the gap between them and used its remaining arm to deliver a viscous uppercut, sending the poor vixen sailing clear across the room and into a stack of empty crates. Sharon barely managed a groan as she felt her entire skeleton rattling inside her fur from the force of the impact. The drone quickly sprinted across and slammed its foot on top of her, cutting off any means of escape (a concept Sharon had long given up on what with the crushing weight on her ribs added to her aching back, her sore jaw and her severely bashed skull).
Its target now immobilized, the beast reared its remaining arm up preparing to finish the job. The battered vixen caught the glint of a two-foot spike extending out from the claw before closing her eyes against the inevitable.
*Deus no, not like this! Don't let me leave this world the same way fucking way I was brought into it!!*
"Sharon!"
She looked up from the floor to see Jase standing in the doorway, a moment of panic gripping her as the drone halted to observe the newcomer and lifted its foot off of her.
With no thought to her own safety, Sharon rolled onto her stomach and attempted to again get to her feet and get Jason out of harm's way. Apparently though, the sentry was still more concerned with her as it immediately snapped back and drove the spike deep into the flesh of her thigh, thus disabling the vixen. Pain surged through her like a raging river but Sharon simply gritted her teeth and choked back the tears, she was tough enough to bear it (and perhaps a little too proud to cry out).
"Sharon here, take this!" Jase tossed a grenade to her. Shooting him a quick look of thanks she caught it and slammed it into her gun. Hoping the Network's information was accurate she aimed at the CPU router.
#Jase, on my mark, fire at where I'm aiming! #
The fox raised his gun and centered in on the drone, which was trying pull back for another stab. Grinding her teeth Sharon reached behind her and grabbed ahold of the spike, preventing it from being extracted any further.
"Sorry to have to end your fun but I'm afraid I just don't like it this rough." She took aim.
#Now Jase!#
The combined explosion neatly decimated the midsection and blew the majority of the torso to its inevitable spot on the scrap heap. Metal parts showered down on Sharon but compared to the beating she'd just taken they felt like snow flakes.
"Are you okay?" Jase said running over to her.
"Yeah, no sweat." She smiled blearily at him. "They sure make us durable don't they?"
"Indeed." Jase knelt down and wrenched what remained of the drone's arm off leaving only the metal spike embedded in her. "That thing just couldn't seem to keep its hands off of you."
He observed the arm "Or claws off of you as I guess I should say in this case."
"I'm a real attention grabber alright. Just makes me that much more thankful my bones are coated with an unbreakable duramantium alloy." Sharon chuckled with relief. "Now if you don't mind I think we've gathered enough evidence here, is it safe to blow this place?"
"Yeah, back-up is less than two minutes away and anyone I haven't killed or immobilized has probably scampered." He heaved the crates off and observed her wound with concern. "Although I really don't think you're in a position to go anywhere right now."
Sharon tried to move her leg and cringed as a fresh bolt of pain shot through her "Damn, that's really going to slow me down."
She stifled a sob as the tears began welling in her eyes again.
"No biggie, just roll over and I'll carry you out." Jase said.
The vixen looked up in surprise. "You'd do that for me?"
"Sharon, I'm not leaving your side until I'm certain you're home and safe." Jase scooped her up in his arms and lifted her off the ground. "Besides I may not get another opportunity to say I swept a girl off her feet."
Sharon laughed again as her mind started working something over. Jase was strong, fearless, trusting and had her best interests at heart, clearly someone she'd be a fool not to get to know better. And as he had also just saved her life the vixen came to the executive decision that if Jase was willing, then he was more than welcome to be her next lover and bedmate
- 8:21 p.m. -
After Sharon had paid a nice long visit to the med-centre and Jase had submitted a lengthy report of their findings to Cyan the two agents decided to call it a day. Since she didn't own a slider craft (she'd never seen the point as just about everywhere in Manhattan was accessible by either walking or public transport) Jase had politely offered to drive her home. While she waited for him, the vixen decided that tonight was probably good enough to pop the offer.
Presently Jase appeared hefting a PPR-60 assault rifle in one paw and an Ornitha 25 gauge shotgun in the other.
"Sorry I took so long, I had to have these shipped over from Cincada and they just arrived while we were out."
Sharon observed the weapons.
"That's some impressive firepower Jase, but why the shotgun? That plasma rifle should be more than adequate for most jobs."
Jase shrugged. "It's a male thing; shotguns exude an air of extreme self-confidence and dominancy. I find it's useful for when I'm trying to intimidate someone into cooperation and on the few occasions when that doesn't work it still packs enough power to get the job done."
He placed them in the trunk of his craft. "Furthermore, on a purely chauvinistic note, you just can't spin a rifle around with the same dramatic effect as you can with a shotgun."
Sharon smiled, not only because he was right but because he was being honest to her as well.
The pair took off into the night.
- 9:57 p.m.-
Some time later, the two arrived at Sharon's apartment complex. Jase had opted to bid goodnight to her but Sharon was insistent on him coming up with her. One way or another she was going to better acquaint herself with this fox.
"The place isn't much but it's home to me." She said as they entered the foyer.
Jase looked around "Well I'd deem it suitable."
He walked around studying the plain but comfortable furnishings. "You know you share a lot of my tastes in décor."
Sharon tossed her coat on the couch and placed her gun on the coffee table before walking over to the kitchen "Can I get you anything Jase?"
"At this hour of the night a brandy would go down nicely."
The fox and the vixen chatted for a while about general topics. All the time Sharon warmed more and more to Jase.
"So Cyan tells me you were in the U.T.M.C. before this?"
"Yep, three whole years in fact, even managed to attain the rank of corporal before I decided to swap jobs."
"What made you choose the C.S.F.?"
Jase shrugged. "My career ran out of steam soon after that. It was clear I was never going to be able to ascend any higher on the ladder with my little 'disability'. At least with the C.S.F. they can overlook things like that, especially if you're an elite at everything else." He took a sip of brandy. "Though on a personal note it was actually Ismene who suggested I join up."
"Who's Ismene?"
"My twin sister."
Sharon's eyes lit up "Cool, you have a sibling?"
"Yep, she lives in Michigan and works as a choreographer and a part time writer."
He took another sip as he contemplated.
"Never could warm to her sense of storytelling but by Deus does she know how to dance. " He smiled at her. "She's quite infatuated with the mekaniks too. Many is the time I've found her inside an empty part of the Hyper-Realm just idly chatting away with one of the supervisor AIs."
The vixen smiled and shrugged "Is that why she suggested the C.S.F.?"
"No actually it was because she was growing wearisome of listening to me moan about how dull an experience the U.T.M.C. was."
Sharon couldn't help but laugh heartily at that.
"What?" Jase asked.
"Nothing, it's just that's the first time I've ever heard anyone use 'dull' to describe the marines."
"Well it's true. The whole time I was enlisted it was just up at dawn, do the standard simulations, training exercises, classes and parades while spending your free-time in barracks sharing in the never ending ego trip."
Sharon laughed harder.
"I mean we've got gang wars devastating the streets of our cities, huge armies are being amassed in the Rouge States, the ferallies are claiming more territory for their own and there we were, the best of the best, left to just collect dust because the situation apparently still wasn't serious enough to warrant sending us in." He shook his head. "I never looked back after that. At least here I feel like I'm actually making a difference to the world. Here I can put my abilities to a better use than just treading water in a bottomless pool of testosterone."
He broke off as what he thought about what he was saying.
"You're right that does sound ridiculously silly."
And he laughed along with Sharon until they were both doubled over with tears in their eyes.
"Thanks Jase, I haven't heard such a unconventionally honest remark like that for a long time." Sharon said after they'd both calmed down.
The conversation only got better from there. Generally it seemed like the longer they talked the more Sharon couldn't help but like the fox. Jase found he had the same reaction to her too
After a while Sharon noted the drinks were getting low and got up to refill them. As she moved she noticed Jase eyeing her with concern.
"Something wrong Jase?"
" It's nothing, just noticed that you seem to be limping slightly, that sentry unit didn't do anything permanent to you did it?"
"No, doc said a few tendons and some muscle tissue were damaged but it's nothing they couldn't fix. I'll be right as rain by tomorrow." She sat back down. "The only thing that's permanent is all the scar tissue left behind and the huge wound in my pride."
Jase moved over and put a comforting arm around her. "I'm sorry about that."
Sharon shook off the momentary despair. "It's alright, the scar on my other leg has been in need of company anyway."
The fox looked at her incredulously. "This has happened to you before?"
A hint of smugness crossed her face "Yep, some ultra-Goth type on my last assignment. Took a fair sized chunk out of me." Sharon shrugged "I got a little too close and too careless". She noticed Jase had his arm around her and snuggled up to him. "What about you? Got any 'badges of honor' yet?"
"Nope, I prefer to keep my distance in a fight. My body so far is unscathed."
The smugness on Sharon's face increased, this guy seemed almost too good to be true. Just one possible barrier remaining...
"Well I'm sure your girlfriend must still be thrilled even if you don't have any proof of your dedication to your job."
Jase sighed "Well I wouldn't really know, have to find a girlfriend first."
That pretty much did it. Sharon decided she had to take the initiative. "Mind if I offer to change that then?"
Jase stopped and looked at her, the incredulous expression again taking up residence on his features.
*Ooookaaaaayyy, that took less time than anticipated.*
"Uhm...Sharon are you serious? I mean we just met today."
Sharon smiled and gently laid her head on his broad chest. "Jase, I've learned more than enough about you in that time. The C.S.F. really outdid them selves in pairing you with me. You're everything I look for in a morph and then some. I have no doubts that we're going to make a great team and I'd like us to be close personally as well as professionally."
She looked up at him with a devious smile "Now what they probably didn't tell you is that I'm also quite an outgoing personality with an unusally high sex drive."
Sharon reached up and caressed his face. "I think that in addition to your generally being a really nice guy you're also damn gorgeous as well." Her fingers traced along his lips before she quickly kissed him. "And now I want to cement our new relationship together by you fucking me senseless."
She withdrew "That is, unless you'd rather not."
Jase looked at her for a moment and, seeing she truly meant it, he smiled warmly. "Sharon, I think you're one of the prettiest vixens I've ever met. I must confess that many of the feelings you've described to me mirror those that I feel to you. As for the sex part," Jase placed his gun on top of hers and took hold of her head in his paws "Girl if that's what you want then I'll happily screw you for as long as you can hold out."
Sharon beamed brightly as Jase brought her up for a more passionate kiss. She opened her muzzle and let him slip his tongue in, relishing at the feeling as he licked over the inside of her mouth tasting her. The two kissed and cuddled on the sofa for a long while before Sharon finally withdrew. Taking Jase's paw she led him out of the living room.
- 10:57 p.m.-
After a prolonged journey down the hallway (Sharon couldn't resist getting in a few more smooches) they at last got to the full-length mirror. Flashing Jase a seductive grin she depressurized and unzipped his stealth suit, sliding it off his torso. It was all she could do to stop herself from drooling when she saw his toned 'lean beef' build underneath.
*More than ample amounts of muscle but barely a trace of fat.* She mused happily as she felt over his pecs, noting how well the augmented veins accentuated their bulge along with that of his abs. "You know they say no two agents have the same design of veins. In fact the easiest way for you to remember who's who from now on is by memorizing their augmentation layout.".
"I'll remember to try that excuse the next time I'm eyeing someone up in the showers." Jase commented wryly.
Sharon snickered as she hooked her paws into his suit and pulled it and his boxers to the ground. Slowly she stoked his strong legs planting butterfly kisses here and there, gradually working her way up to his sheath and balls. Jase murred softly as he felt his heavy sac being nuzzled and licked by Sharon's soft wet tongue, feeling his sheath growing tight around his expanding cock as her ministrations continued. He remained perfectly still, allowing her to go wherever she wished and do anything she wanted.
At last, having caressed and enjoyed as much of his being as she wanted, Sharon stood up and embraced him. "Hon you are beautiful to no ends."
No one had ever called him beautiful before but for some reason to Jason it sounded fitting at that moment.
"Umm, Sharon?"
"Mmmhmm?'' Sharon mewled as she nuzzled into his soft chest fur.
"Now that you've thoroughly examined me, can I have a look at you?"
Sharon looked up and smiled. "Of course, where are my manners?"
She quickly stripped off her own suit and stood before him nude. Nodding his approval of her body, Jason knelt and traced along her thighs, his paws ghosting over the long thin gash on her leg.
"You know this does kind of suit you in a strange sense. Adds a hint of danger to your look." Sharon hadn't thought of it that way but she liked how it sounded.
"Well hopefully not too much of a hint, I don't want to scare everyone away." She took hold of Jase and turned him to face the mirror. The two agents compared each other, their eyes scanning the other's form with the precision and thoroughness they'd been trained to do.
"You know you're right Sharon, your augs are laid out in a completely different way to mine." Jase finally said.
"Glade to hear it." She reached behind and gave his firm butt a playful squeeze. "I like standing out."
The two turned and embraced, content for a while to do nothing more but just hold onto each other while their eyes did all the talking for them. This was all coming naturally for both of them and it felt good that there wasn't any awkwardness or nervousness until Sharon at last grasped Jason's paw again.
"Come on, let's take this into the shower."
- 11:12 p.m. -
Sharon went about getting the water at just the right temperature as Jase looked on intrigued. "I never figured you as being the squeaky clean type."
"Believe me I'm not; this is more like a fetish. I've always had the most satisfying sex under running water." Deeming the temperature suitable, she stepped in, sweeping her tail out of the way to give him a nice view of her well-sculpted ass as she did so.
After getting adequately soaked the two embraced again and kissed passionately, sinking to the floor as they did so. Sharon reach down and began to stroke along Jason's furry sheath, slowly teasing out his erection. Jase returned the touch by lowering his muzzle to lick and suckle on one of her large round tits. Sharon mewled and murred at the sensation as she teased out 6 inches then 7 inches...8...9...
"Uh Jase, how big is this thing going to get?" She looked down in surprise.
"Just a little bit more" Jase assured her. His shaft finally stood erect at 10 inches of precious fox meat.
*Something to really be proud of.* Sharon admitted as she licked her lips in anticipation.
Cupping his balls in one paw she got down and gently inhaled the fragrance of his musk. Then she delivered a tantalizingly slow lick all the way from tip to root. And then, finding herself cracking under the strain of just teasing him, she opened wide and swallowed the gorgeous prick, sucking away with all the speed and vigor of a hurricane. Jase yipped then moaned at the wonderful feeling, he'd had a fair number of morphs mouth his cock but this vixen was somehow managing to skillfully manipulate her tongue while at the same time attacking him like she was dying of starvation and he was a six course banquet.
*Girl sure does have a lot of hidden talent.* He helped her maneuver into a 69 position, taking care with her injured leg, and buried his muzzle into her cunt wanting to give back as much pleasure as he was receiving.
Sharon welcomed the intrusion into her body and went back to sucking him with renewed strength. She didn't know why but she always felt better with a cock in her mouth. In fact one of her more favored methods of stress relief (though she'd never admit to it) was to suck on a dildo until she calmed down. Sharon began to bob her head up in down in rhythm with Jason's licking of her love box, giving his balls a fondle every few sucks.
*Deus, she doesn't hold anything back.* Jason thought as he flicked his long vulpine tongue over her clit, trying to get her to cum before he finally gave out. Deciding he needed something more, Jase slipped a finger in then added another one, thrusting them in as deeply as he could get them. Seeing it was having the required effect Jase added a third finger and slowly spread her petals so he could continue to lick deeper, slowly manoeuvring his muzzle into the vixen's inner chambers. Sharon murred around his cock as she felt the moist velvety skin of his nose pass her outer lips followed by the fine fur of his muzzle. It felt both odd and wonderful at the same time.
Jase closed his lips and pushed in further, breathing through the sides of his mouth as Sharon locked hers around his penis and sucked harder, her body was tingling with electricity while her brain was going crazy with the notion of being 'muzzle-fucked'. Sensing he was in as far as he could go Jase let fly with the second part of his plan, his tongue snaked out between his lips and began licking around the sensitive flesh of her pussy. He alternated between clockwise and anti-clockwise ensuring every spot got a double assault of his tongue, which elicited a lot of jerks and thrashing from the vixen on top of him as she neared her climax. Jase licked over every inch of the tasty wet cunt as his fingers abandoned his face to reach upwards and probe at the rosebud of her tail hole seeing if he could up the pleasure any more.
As he soon discovered he could. With a muffled howl, Sharon seized up as her first orgasm of the night took a hold of her. Jason couldn't help but chuckle a little as he happily lapped up all the juices spilling out.
Sharon was amazed; no one had ever made her cum that quickly! The fox was obviously more skilled than she'd anticipated. Course that said she wasn't about to admit defeat. With renewed determination she took his penis in her mouth and murred loudly.
Jase mimicked the sound and added a few loud 'YIP's' as the added vibrations finally pushed him over the edge too. A thick spurt hit the back of her throat followed by a second, she swallowed both before pulling her mouth off and letting the rest splash all over her face. As he finally dwindled she licked some off her cheek finally getting a chance to taste it.
"Well somebody sure likes bananas." she said as she moved off of him. "I really must congratulate you on your technique; most morphs usually take longer than that to get me off. "
"....(pant)...Glad I didn't...(pant)...disappoint." He looked down and smiled at the sight of her cum splattered face.
"You look really cute like that." He said cradling her head in his paws.
"Yeah, I know I should probably be repulsed or something but it actually feels kind of nice." She said.
"Mind sharing a bit?" Jase asked as he leaned over and began licking the jizz off of her which was rather new to Sharon, most of the males she'd bedded were happy to shoot all over her but weren't that keen on cleaning up afterwards. She found it highly arousing how his warm tongue slowly probed over her, searching out each of the last few drops of spunk.
"So now that we've limbered up, ready for the grand finale?" She asked once she was clean
"I am if you are." Jason said kissing her softly, "How do you want to do it?"
Sharon blinked at the question. "Does it matter much to you?"
"No I'm not particularly picky. Let's go with whatever you're comfortable with."
The vixen grinned devilishly at that. She knew it was a cruel thing to do but Jase had just left himself open for a set-up that was too good to resist and she still wanted payback for making her come first. Seductively she turned around and got down on all fours, lifting her tail to expose her cunt and anus "Then take your pick my gorgeous fox, I enjoy either hole."
She felt Jason grab her hips and then freeze up, having no doubt gone into indecision mode. She giggled as she felt his erection lightly graze her up and down, alternating between her dripping pussy and tight tail hole; Sharon could just see him behind her, wrestling with which orifice to penetrate her through. It was wrong to torture the poor vulpine but Sharon was having too much fun with it.
It therefore came as a bit of a surprise when she finally felt the tip of his rock hard foxhood enter her pussy and begin working its way inside. She moaned as Jase thrust in strongly and firmly, embedding his cock in her. Jase gripped her shoulders as he let her get used to the wonderful feeling of him being in her. Slowly he started to pull out, continuing until just the head was inside then thrust back in quickly.
"OOOH yeah!" Sharon said as she felt him begin to pick up a rhythm. #Come on stud do me!# She yelled over the cerebral link.
Jase duly did so, pumping his rod in and out while alternating the level of his hips so that his cock rubbed against her G-spot as well.
~ Wow, by the Deus are you tight!! ~ . The two began an exchange of the most lustful things they could think of as Jason fucked Sharon with all of his might. ~yeah babe, take it...ooh wow...take it like a duck to water!!!~
#Gladly, just keep impaling me with that magnificent thing!!#
*DEUS! This guy keeps hitting all the right places with the accuracy of a sniper!!*
Jase just kept going in and out while trying to ignore the slight tingling feeling in his arms as he fucked her.
"Oh ahhhh....yeah...fuck me...ooohhh jeez!....uuuuhhhhhaeeeee...." Sharon moaned as Jason took hold of her breasts, his black furred paws creating spider like formations as he fondled and massaged the large firm orbs, all the while continuing to piston into her.
"Oh Jase....Jase....JASE!!" She moaned over and over again as she built up to her second orgasm, which was when she became aware of something pressing against the roundness of her breasts, something a little too far down to be a finger.
"Jase...oooh..wait...wait...slow..oohmy..down for a moment." She moaned. Jason duly did so allowing the vixen to look down momentarily in time to see the fox's hands and arms pulsating lightly.
Before the vulpines eyes, dozens of thin, metal tentacles snaked out of the augmented veins, extending to around 15 feet in length. A small, four-part orifice opened on the end of each one revealing the inside to be red and fleshy, like muscle tissue. Quickly they wrapped around the two and latched on to the key junction points of Sharon's augmented veins. The vixen's first impression was that she was being simultaneously kissed by several dozen tiny mouths, a feeling which intensified as more tentacles extended out of the fox's arms and attached themselves to her more intimate regions, adding to the sexual high the vixen was still on.
"Oh crap! Not now!" Jase groaned when he saw what was happening.
"Jase what is it? What's happening here?"
"It's a new experimental augmentation I've been fitted with. For some reason I've never been able to fully synch it up with my brain so it keeps coming on by itself." He pulled gently on the tentacles but they remained firmly latched onto the vixen, which strangely she found rather suiting.
"Well this is a little weird."
Jase sighed. "I'm sorry Sharon, do you want me to stop?" He let go of her breasts but she simply grabbed his paws and placed them back on.
"I said it was weird, I didn't say it was bad." She turned and smiled at him letting him know everything was okay. "So what exactly do these things do?"
"Well they allow me to transfer bio-electricity from myself to another agent in need of recharging and I can also use them to siphon it from other morphs to take the strain off my own reserves." He smiled at her. "Although apparently while we're hooked up I can also receive and transfer other things as well, emotions, feelings, sexual pleasures, that kind of stuff."
Sharon's eyes lit up. "You mean I can feel your orgasms?"
"That's what the manual says, want to try?"
"Do you really have to ask?"
Jason lowered the vixen back to the floor of the shower, then, seeing that she was comfortable, he took himself out of her.
"Whaa..what? Jase what are you doing?" Sharon quipped as the fox leaned right down next to her.
"Since your holes looked equally irresistible I simply didn't know which to choose..." he whispered hotly into her ear "...so, as per usual when I find myself in situations like this I go with the alternative," Sharon gasped as she felt his bulging foxhood press against her pucker. "Namely doing them both!" He concluded giving her breasts a squeeze.
Sharon reached up and caressed his cheek. "Do it then, fill my ass with your wonderful cock."
Jason nodded and slowly eased his shaft, well lubed up with water and pussy juice, into her tight hole. Sharon grit her teeth at the incredible feeling, she hadn't been mounted anally as often as she'd would've liked and relished the sensation of being filled more and more with each time.
Jase moaned softly at the vice like hold on his prick as he buried himself up to the knot and stayed there. The two basked in the marvelous sensation, bound both by metal and flesh, their tails slowly twinning around each other. Sharon loving the ardor of being full, Jason glad that the pleasure was mutual.
Neither wanted the moment to last forever though (namely because they'd never get round to the good stuff if it did) so Jason slowly pulled out again and then thrust back in slowly. He kept his movements small for the moment because he didn't want to risk hurting the beautiful blue vixen in his arms. The vixen seemed to be very willing though as she pushed herself back down on his cock desperately wanting to keep it inside of her.
"Oooh yeah, oh you're good at this Jase. How many morphs have you fucked up the ass?"
*Might as well tell her now and get it over with.*
"Just about every male I've ever been with." he swallowed and waited for her reaction.
Sharon turned to face him with a mixture of pleasant surprise and utter joy "You like guys too??"
Jase nodded slowly "Of course, male, female, I think both genders are beautiful. Err, that doesn't bother you does it?"
Sharon pulled him down again and kissed him deeply
"Jase I'd be lying if I said I didn't hit on at least a dozen girls per week, and to find out that my partner is bi too...well that just about makes my whole month."
Jason smiled in relief. "Good, I'm glad I've found someone with similar interests. Needless to say though, I'm quite well versed in anal intercourse."
The devilish grin re-appeared on Sharon's face. "Show me what you know and don't hold back."
"As you wish." He said as he began to fuck her again, grinding his hips into her with each thrust.
~How's this? ~ He angled his cock downwards slightly so it brushed against her sensitive walls.
#Incredible! Oh wow I can feel it from my side and yours!# The vixen murred as the sensations of a hard-on in the iron grip of tight anal flesh was transferred along the tentacles into her body.
~Works both ways too. ~ Jase murred as the equivalent sensations of being pleasingly stretched by a considerable sized phallus were fed back into his mind. He thrust in harder, wanting to experience it more.
#OOHAYYEYUHH FUCK! HARDER! HARDER!!#
~Certainly. ~
Jason smirked to himself as he activated his speed and endurance augmentations. With the combined power he began pounding Sharon's ass like their lives depended on it, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks as he worked his knot in and tied them together. Sharon yipped and howled as her body was wracked with a bombardment of both her and Jason's sexual pleasures.
#Sooo...so good!! Oh Jase your...hrumph... cock feels...oog so fucking good in my ass!#
~Amazing...how hooboy...how small you can make your pucker around me. So small and tight,...orghhuhh...Deus I'm so fucking hard! KEEP SQUEEZING!!!~
Jase's midsection was becoming a veritable blur of movement as he increased his rate of thrusts even more. Sharon was having a hard time keeping up so she activated her strength aug and pushed back on that wonderful piece of fox flesh with all her might; she was in utter heaven, this was the first time she'd been able to experience the carnal pleasures of sex simultaneously from both sides. Added to this was that Jase knew exactly what he was doing and wasn't going to finish until they'd both touched the stars.
*Moment's gonna be pretty soon!* Sharon mewled as she felt herself getting close, no doubt so too was he. She briefly considered trying to hold out as long as possible but figured since he'd already gotten her off once she really didn't have anything to prove.
#Jase...oh Deus I'm cumming ohh# ''JAAAAAASSSSSSSSOOOONNNNN!!'' She screamed out loud as her second orgasm hit her like a freight train. Blood pounded in her ears and she banged her fists down, breaking one of the shower tiles in the process. Her tail hole became vice like on Jase's cock leaving him teetering on the brink of spoogy bliss as her orgasmic spasms shot back along the tentacles into him.
~Sharon, I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum in you!!~
#Do it! Pump my ass full of your hot sperm!!#
With one final almighty push, Jase threw his head back in ecstasy as he released his second load into her. Sharon murred at the feeling of the hot fox cum shooting into her, having nowhere to go but just sit warmly inside her anus. Jason came and came, finally tapering off after several minutes.
The pair slumped against the shower wall, basking in the post-coital glow and enjoying the hot water running over them. Jase leaned down and gently nipped at Sharon's ears as she brushed some of the tentacles aside and stroked his pelt. "Mr. Dermont you are without a doubt the answer to my dreams and probably a lot of other girl's as well."
Jase laughed "Lysan, I may be good but I wouldn't go that far. I'm just your usual exceptionally gifted agent."
Sharon smiled warmly as she kissed him. "Far from usual, I'd be a total dumbass to ever let go you." This brought something to Jase's attention. "Um Sharon, all kidding aside, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Well how is this relationship going to work? I mean it's clear you're not what one would call monogamous and I'm totally okay with that but I'm the type of guy who prefers to commit so...well I don't know, can this work between us?"
Sharon gently shushed him. "I understand your concern but I have a feeling this is going to work out better than you think. We're going to be around each other day in, day out so we'll always know the other is up to. I'm not going to hide anything from you and I expect the same in return. Now that said, I'd still prefer to keep this an open relationship, meaning if you want to include someone else that's fine by me."
She hugged him tighter.
"Though if it'll put you more at ease I don't think I need another male in my life right now or maybe ever again so we'll limit second partners to members of our own respective gender."
Jason started to say something but was again shushed.
"The primary thing is that you don't worry about it, because at the end of the day, if you truly feel the same way about me as I do about you then I believe we're always going to end up coming back to each other."
Jase looked at her "Are you sure about that?"
"I'm certain, I know it's a little quick to jump to conclusions but if I'm ever going to continue to succeed at this job I'm going to need someone to act as both physical and emotional support, the kind I know you can provide me with." She trailed a paw down the fox's barrel chest. "I'm really going to need you Jase and if you look within yourself I think you'll find the same is true about yourself." Sharon said confidently.
Jase chewed this over for a minute, he didn't mind admitting that he was afraid but after gazing into Sharon's beautiful emerald eyes he knew it had to be the truth. "Yes you're right. I need you to help guide me through the numerous times when I doubt myself and remind me what exactly it is I'm trying to get out of my existence."
Sharon smiled "See, it all becomes clear when you think about it. So just lay back and enjoy the ride."
"I intend to and I won't ever stop you from going to another girl, just as long as you don't expect me to keep away from guys.'' he said with a knowing smirk.
Sharon laughed ''I wouldn't dream of it, in fact I'd really appreciate if you could pick up a cute one and bring him home someday. It's been ages since I last saw any really good male/male sex."
Jase nodded happily "It would be my pleasure, and thanks for quelling my fears."
The two kissed passionately for some time before Jase's knot shrank enough to pop out. Moments later the tentacles detached as well and retracted back into the safe confines of his fur.
Finally free, Sharon got up and turned off the water.
"Come on" She said after they'd toweled off. She took Jason's paw and lead him into the bedroom. "It's late and we have to get up and do this all again tomorrow."
Jase smiled sweetly "I can hardly wait. I wonder if I should send a message to C.S.F. high command expressing my gratitude for being transferred."
Sharon shrugged as the two got under the covers and embraced. "What ever, I just know that I'm going to see that Cyan gets a proper thank you tomorrow." She said as they kissed again.
Jase slowly traced a paw down her stomach to her sex and was surprised to find it still soaked with her juices. "My, my are we ready to go at it again already?"
Sharon broke the kiss and licked his nose, "Well I certainly am." She reached down and stroked his re-hardening cock "Though being who I am I think I can last for maybe four or five more rounds. What do you say?"
Jase's smile never faltered "For you Sharon, I've got the rest of the night."
-1:45 a.m.-
"Damn kid, come on and hurry the schmed up!" The anklyosaurus nervously checked his watch for the eighth time, cringing at the pain from the badly burned scales on his arm as he waited outside the storage facility in New Haven's End.
Presently there came a clicking sound and he sighed in relief as a storm drain on the ground opened up and out climbed a small ferret carrying a heavy bag under his arm.
"What the hell kept you so long!!! I've pratically pissing myself with worry that the meks are gonna find us."
The ferret looked at the dino and rolled his eyes. "Well sorry chum but I can only twist my self into so many different positions at once." He unzipped the bag and checked the contents. "Let's just count ourselves lucky the meks didn't think to seal off the drainage system of this place when they were going through it with a fine tooth comb."
The anklyo groaned and rubbed his aching head. "Damn, those fucking vulpines screwed us over big time! This is gonna cost us our jobs, our reputations, our friends and, let's not forget, our lives!"
"I gave you ample enough warning when they walked in. It's not my fault you can't shoot in a straight line."
The anklyo sat on the ground and shivered. "What the fuck are we gonna tell the boss?"
"He's an understanding enough morph. He'll know we're too valuable to get rid of right now." The ferret lifted the Waldorf drone's damaged CPU and set it on the ground. As the dino wallowed in self pity he pulled out a data retriever and linked it to the CPU. "And he can just as easily summon up a never ending world of pain for those agents." He said as he played through the contents of the Waldorf's last few moments of functioning, his eyebrow going up when it came to an image of the blue vixen. "Hmm, Sharon is it?"
TO BE CONTINUED....
- 2:15 a.m. -
"Well that's about it for tonight, from everyone here at WCHM, 'Golden Sounds of the Past' we wish all of you out there a rockin' good night and leave you with this cracker from Van Halen, (music starts up) yes this is 'When It's Love'!"
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Somethin' to fill in the holes
We think a lot but don't talk much about it
'Til things get out of control
How do I know when it's love
I can't tell you but it lasts forever
How does it feel when it's love
It's just something you feel together
When it's love
You look at every face in a crowd
Some shine and some keep you guessin'
Waiting for someone to come into focus
Teach you your final love lesson
How do I know when it's love
I can't tell you but it lasts forever
How does it feel when it's love
It's just something you feel together
Oh oh oh oh
Oh when it's love
Oh oh oh oh
You can feel it yeah
Oh oh oh oh
Nothing's missing
(Guitar Solo)
Yeah
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh when its love
Oh oh oh oh
When nothing's missing
How do I know when it's love
I can't tell you but it lasts forever
How does it feel when it's love
It's just something you feel together
How do I know when it's love
I can't tell you but it lasts forever
When it's love
When it's love
Hey, it'll last forever
When it's love
You and I
We're gonna feel this thing together
When it's love
When it's love
You can feel it
We'll make it last forever
When it's love
*******FINIS********