Change of Plans Part 1
Well, this here is a new story from Neptune! You'll love the hell out of this one! Lot of action!
There is no yiff in this story, sorry guys, so no warning lables needed. Oh, I guess I could say it's rated R for violence and language.
This is part 1 of 2. I wanted to keep this one short.
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Change of Plans
By Neptune Wolf
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"I never thought I'd do it." I said to myself, but loud enough for my passenger to hear me. "But then again, I've been doing a lot of things I thought I'd never be doing." I continued. The gray fur on my paws was sweaty as they rested on the wheel. I put the car in park and my young passenger squirmed a little. His paws were bound by handcuffs. His green eyes covered by a blindfold. His muzzle muzzled and his body secured by the seatbelt. I put my gun in its hoister. It made an audible clank sound which made the young wolf jump a bit. I sniffed the air and gave him a pissed-off look. He peed all over my seats. His clothes got wet, but screw his clothes, this was MY car, but hey. It wasn't going to be my problem after tonight. I lit a cigarette. "Its cool kid, just relax. It's almost over." I said as calmly as possible. Smoking was another one of my newly acquired bad habits. I opened my door and got out. The warehouse I was in was pretty dimly lit, but I could barely make out the outline of a car about 40 feet away from me.
A voice called out to me from the near darkness. "Bernard! . . . Bernard!" The rugged voice yelled. "You got'em, right?" I took a deep puff of my cigarette and put it out before I answered, "Yeah. Little runt's in the passenger seat." I heard the paw steps behind the voice as he walked closer to me from the other car. I had parked under a light, so his face was silhouetted, but I knew who it was. French was an athletically built, kind of old German shepherd whom I was to do business with tonight. As he came near to me, I said "The kid pissed himself in the car." French laughed, but I didn't find it all that funny. "What's with the black suit? Going to a funeral?" he said pointing to me when we were both in the light. "So is it illegal now for a wolf to look good?" I said with a smirk. He laughed some more. Despite his goofy demeanor, French was a real professional with over 30 years experience in the field.
"You've really changed, Bernard. Or should I say 'B-Killa'?" French said with another chuckle. I looked over my shoulders nervously. "Look, French, I don't have time for this. You got the money? Cause I got the boy. Let's just trade and get on with our lives." I said then looked away slightly, my ears pressed down to my skull. I've done way too much at this point for me to just simply 'get on' with my life. My voice carried easily throughout the empty warehouse. French slid a metal suitcase my way across the floor. "It's all there." He then threw me the keys to his car and I tossed him my keys and picked up the suitcase. It felt heavy enough. I nodded to the Shepherd then was off. I whistled a bright tune on my way to French's car, a 1985 Cadillac Cimarron. Everyone who knew French called it "The Cinnamon Bun" because it was a joke of a Cadillac.
On my short walk to the car, I thought about the situation. It was finally over. The wolf-cub was no longer in my possession and my part of the job, my last job, was over. I could hear French open the door to my Honda Civic and the cub's muffled screams. I slowed down a bit. Then I heard him scream even harder, French must have hit him. My whistling stopped; I stopped. In my right paw were the keys to my ride out of town, to freedom. In my left paw a suitcase filled with enough money for me to live comfortably for a while until I got my life together. But behind me was my last evil deed, something only a month ago I would never even thought of doing. I heard French put the keys in the ignition and the 'door ajar' beep started. I could still hear the wolf cub struggle. If he kept at it, he could easily kill himself since his muzzle was restricted and his heart is panicking.
My conscious kicked in. I sat the suitcase down in front of the Cadillac and pulled out the gun I had in my hoister. I took a deep breath and my fur relaxed. My heartbeat slowed down to a calm speed. I held the gun and kissed its chrome plating, knowing that with it, I was going to be killing my future. "French." I called out. Without turning around I could hear him getting out of the car. He was pretty athletic for his age. "What? The deal's done." He barked. I turned around, my gun pointed directly at his face. "No. The deal's off." And with a twitch of my finger my life was ruined, again. The wolf cub in the car screamed as hard as he could through the muzzle. I walked back to my car and got the keys from the ignition then walked over to the passenger side door and opened it.
The boy was a bit calm despite his situation. Other than a bit of heavy breathing, he seemed ok. "I should leave you like this, you know? Blindfolded and restrained in a car soaked in piss. You deserved what you had coming to you, but you know what?" I yanked him out of the car by his collar and unlocked the handcuffs around his forepaws and foot-paws, took the blindfold off and removed the muzzle. The wolf-cub looked disoriented, dazed and shook his head. The crotch of his pants were soaked in piss. He ran his fingers though his grey head fur. He leaned back on the car and adjusted the collar of his white polo shirt and crossed his legs. His bushy tail wrapped around his leg and curled up a bit at the tip and had a smirk on his muzzle. The young, 12 to 16 year old looking wolf seemed much more mature than his age. His body language made you think he was MY age or something. I probably looked exactly like that after I'd had a cigarette and a cold beer after a hard days work.
He looked up at me with a smirk. "So, whatcha gonna do now, dumb-ass? You just ruined a simple transporting job." The cocky wolf said. All I could say was "Heh . . .". I looked down at him, directly in his eyes. I hated disrespectful kids. I tossed him the keys to the Civic and walked away. He just stood there in awe. I unlocked the door to the Cinnamon Bun when I heard the boy yell "Hey!?!? What they hell am I supposed to do with this?!?! Turn around!" He threw the keys to the ground. I knew his tough guy attitude was just an act. I smirked. I kinda felt sorry for the kid. I did sort of kidnap him from his posh downtown apartment, have him bound, muzzled, and forced him to ride with me to a place where he would be picked up by yet another strange guy.
"Come on, kid. I'll take you . . . somewhere." I said as I got into the car and shut the door. I had put the suitcase in the back. The wolf ran up to the car and got in on the passenger side. I started the car and we drove in silence. We drove like that, silently, in the warm Detroit night for about half an hour, going through a few suburbs. I had no idea where to take him, no idea what to do with him. He wasn't supposed to be with me. I didn't want him, but at the same time, I didn't want French to have him. He was a specialist in his field of work, only took special jobs from special people. But then again, if my boss wanted the kid gone, it had to be for a reason. He would never hurt a woman or child unless they did something truly horrible. My boss was going to call me at 5am to make sure the job is done. This kid had to be disposed of tonight and I had to disappear quickly. I knew at the back of head what had to be done. I saved the boy once. That should be enough for my conscious. I looked over at the young wolf. His seat belt wasn't on.
"Look, in 10 seconds, I'm going to unlock your door and push you out." Before I thought the boy had time to think, I unlocked his door from the main panel on my armrest. It made a loud Click noise. I reached over towards the kid and time seemed to slow down. The kid reached down with a speed I've never seen before and pulled the emergency break. My body was jerked forward and I bashed my head against the steering wheel. The wolf went right into the dashboard but he was braced for the impact and immediately got himself together and opened the door and ran out to the near empty highway and into the woods nearby.
I was dazed and blinked a few times. My head was bleeding and throbbing but I noticed the passenger side door was open and the young wolf scurrying. I snapped out of it and ran after him though the woods on the side of the road, leaving the Cinnamon Bun in the right lane. It wasn't hard to catch up to the wolf. I was a track star all through high school. I pounced and tacked the kid to the ground and sat on his chest. The young wolf was out of breath, and so was I. "What the hell?!?" I thought to myself as I realized that I just stopped the boy from getting away. "Damn." I guess my conscious wasn't quite satisfied. I got up and extended a paw to the young wolf. "Want to get something to eat?" I asked. He nodded.
I drove us to an all night diner a mile or two down the road. It was a little past 2am when I pulled the Cinnamon Bun into the nearly empty parking lot. The radio in the car didn't work, so we were silent the whole way there and the young wolf was cool all the way. I put the car in park and took a deep breath.
We walked in and immediately got looks. The wolf's pants were still wet from his piss and my suit was covered in dusty from when I tacked him in the woods on the side of the road, not to mention the drying blood in my head-fur. He bumped into me, clumsily. I found us a table near the window and a waitress came up to us to take our orders. I ordered us both a burger and fries. When the waitress left, I noticed the boy staring awkwardly at the table. "So, what's your name, kid?" I asked. "Kevin." He said. I nodded. At least now I knew his name. My boss only referred to him as either the 'target' or the 'kid', or the 'ticket'. Again, we were in silence until the waitress came back with our food.
"So, Kevin, what did you do to end up in this situation?" The young wolf was eating voraciously, as if this was the first thing he'd eaten in days but he answered me. "Just . . . stabbed a guy . . . took his money, but he took it back." He said between mouthfuls of food. It was like he wasn't even chewing. I cleared my throat with a smirk. "So what does Mr. Sims have to do with this?" I asked. Mr. Sims was my boss, a scary looking wolf who 'helped' people.
Last month, I got into a little bit of trouble with the law. I beat the crap out of my boss when he fired me from the architecture firm I worked at for years. My life would have been ruined, that is, if I had not met Mr. Sims in that bar. He said he could help me out and I could pay him back in 'installments'. I agreed, but little did I know the price was extremely high. Next thing I knew, I had the cops off my back and thugs at my door.
Mr. Sims gave me 'tasks' to do, 5 to be exact with this one being the last. My first task was to rough up a guy to scare him into paying Mr. Sims a large sum of money he owed. The second task was to collect money from a few deadbeats, which was no easy task since everyone ran away at the very mentioning of Mr. Sims name. The rest of the tasks were relatively the same except for this last one, which he agreed to pay me a large sum of money for. I had to kidnap a young wolf and bring him to his executioner, a specialist who did women and children. In my time with Mr. Sims I have never known to him send a hit out to anyone who didn't deserve it. The kid had to do something really horrible to one of Mr. Sims clients or business partners for him to have the boy marked for death. I took a bite out of my burger; Kevin's plate was almost clean.
"So who did you rob and almost kill? Was it Bobby? Jackie?" Bobby and Jackie were Mr. Sims partners. Without a bat of an eye, the young wolf said, "Mr. Sims." I sat my hamburger down on the plate in front of me, not believing what I heard. Kevin smiled a bit, his fluffy tail next to him on the white and red vinyl seat wagging. I gulped. "Y . . . stabbed Mr. Sims . . . ?" I stuttered. He nodded. "Mr. Sims is my step father." Kevin continued as he ate the last French fry on his plate. I laughed. "Yeah right, kid. Mr. Sims kid is probably at home in a mansion somewhere." I took another bit out of my hamburger. I wasn't really that hungry. "The mother-fucker's my step father. He married mom a while ago." I shook my head. I knew Mr. Sims was cold blooded at times, but his own son? It was kind of hard to take in. "So, you were going to be killed by your step father." I said pretty laid back. "He always hated me and I hated him."
I looked down at my clock. This was just too surreal for my taste. "Uh, look, kid. It' was nice meeting you and I'm eternally sorry for kidnapping you, but uh, I gotta jet." I got up from the table and left out of the diner. I just got to the car when the wolf-cub ran out into the parking lot. I smiled and waved to him. Then he smiled back, holding my set of keys. This kid was entirely too much trouble. I should have left him with French when I had the chance.
We drove down the highway, both of us in seatbelts, in silence. The sun was starting to rise and we were just crossing the Canadian border via and off road path. My phone rang. "Hello." I said, breaking our silence. It was Mr. Sims. He asked me if the boy was disposed of because French didn't answer his phone. I looked over to Kevin. "Yeah, he's gone. Everything went smoothly. I'm on my way out of town, heading to a small place in Mexico." I lied. Kevin smiled. "Good." Mr. Sims said before ending the call.
Kevin had me by the nuts. He had swallowed the key to suitcase while we were in the diner. We worked out a deal. I'd take him along on my trip, and he'll give me back my key. I had originally planned on going to Canada and taking a flight to the Netherlands from there with the help of the fake passport and identification Mr. Sims provided for me. But that was before things got complicated. Kevin wanted a detour to Halifax, Nova Scotia. He supposedly had family there. It was a long drive from Detroit. The wolf-cub was smart for a 13 year old, I'd give him that.
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End of part 1
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