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I hated this part, the whole waiting outside for them to come home. Even though it gave me plenty of time to think and mull over my plan just a little longer.

I never liked killing humans, it was always way too easy for hybrid like myself. Not much a pinkie can do to a determined hyena even I wasn't really that strong for my species.

It was going to be easy and that bored me. I need excitement maybe even a chase. Oh that would be fun for sure.

The chase was why I wanted to join the police force in the first place though. I always admired those who were willing to devote their lives to keep people safe, but it never really panned out that way.

Yeah I made it onto the force, was sworn in and served five good years before the ugly head of our justice system showed itself to me. It was always the same line of bullshit when we brought criminals into court. All this nonsense about court ordered minimum sentences that were never fully carried out. All these lenient spineless judges who felt bad for a cold blooded killer just because their mom best them as a kid. It shouldn't matter where they came from and how they were brought up, they should be accountable for their actions.

My family was great growing up and I would argue I am more screwed up than most of the people we brought in. I couldn't stand to watch another shitty member of society be released back out into the cesspool to cause more harm.

“Ah, here he is..” I said to myself, I tend to do that a lot.

I watched as a car rolled up into the driveway of a ranch house. The driver an average sized male human, dark hair, blue jeans and a track jacket. I never understood the track jacket to be honest. It didn't make any sense since you never actually wear them on a track. You would always strip it off along with those pants that sounded like those two blocks in music class that they gave to the kid who had no rhythm. It was like a step under the timpani player.

“Hey you can't hit these white circles in time so here scrape these wood blocks together.”

I really need to stop doing that, people might think I'm crazy. Wouldn't want that now would we?

I waited still as he made his way up to the house and to his front door I made my move. Moving with purpose I reached him just as he pushed open the door. Pushing him through the doorway and throwing the door closed.

After regaining his balance after the push he turned around like a whip and glared at me, well for a minute at least, until his expression turned to horrified.

“What are doing you furry freak?!” He screamed at me as his expression turned back to anger.

You see I would of been mad when he called me names but I also had to remember that anthros were still considered animals. Having to put myself in his shoes I think I would react the same even if it was just your average squirrel that bounded into my house unannounced. Not like the anthro kind but the little ones that like to ruin bird feeders.. God this is confusing.

You would think a third generation anthro like myself would be used to this or at least have it straight by now, but no I was still trying to figure out my place in this world and for as old as I am, I didn't know how long I had left.

“Speak up or I’ll call the cops!” The man shouted again forcing me out of my inner monologue.

“Yeah good luck with that.” I said with a grin pulling out a small device.

“Signal jammer.” I said plainly.

“No calls in or out for you today. It’s like being on T-mobile all over again am I right?” I couldn't help but giggle to myself.

The man's face went crooked with confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?

I straightened up and grinned.

“I am a friend of a friend who doesn't really like what you are doing here.”

The man's face went white… so much for calling the pinkies.

“I have immunity. I gave the cops exactly what they want. A full list of names of my suppliers and my buyers.”

“Yeah and that doesn't remove the fact that you are basically the Wal-Mart of child and cub porn.”

I stopped for a moment, tapping my chin.

“Now that I think about, you people were really quick on getting that out there with the cub thing.”

I could see a quick flash of his devious smile before the scowl returned.

“I already told you I am cooperating with the police. If you continue to harass me in my own home then I am calling the police.”

He then turned and headed toward his kitchen and I followed shaking my jammer behind and taunting him.

“What about jammer do you not understand. You have no signal within 25 yards of this thing.”

He just glared at me as he picked up the landline. It was something I have heard of but never seen up close. That disgustingly bland color attached to a cord.

“I didn't think those existed anymore.”

“Yeah landline mother fucker.”

As I saw him press the 9 on the phone I snapped. I ran forward grabbing the phone with one paw and wrapping my other around his throat, pinning him firmly to the wall.

“How the..why do you have a landline? It's like 2016 you should just have a cell phone like everybody else.”

His voice was squeaky as he talked through his collapsing throat.

“It was a bundle deal. The damn Internet company made me get it to lower my bill.”

“Those bastards.” I said under my breath.

“Right?” The man eked out another response in agreement.

I just nodded before taking a moment to myself. I enjoyed choking people especially with my paws. Something about how the throat moves when under distress gets my juices flowing. The little titter as they try to swallow, the blood coursing hard through their main arteries. It was wonderful to say the least.

After a moment of reflection I ended it, bringing the very device that would've saved him against his head over and over.

I liked the irony and if his blood wasn't staining my clothes I might of laughed a little bit about it.

A few extra slaps later with the now scattered receiver that now acted more like a knife as the plastic shattered and splintered into sharp points, I let go of the phone and it dropped to the floor, soon followed by the lifeless body of my mark.

I casually strolled outside, got in my car and left.

Another job well done...sorta.