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The first of the two part Reindeer games segment was getting ready to commence, to the enjoyment of the attending crowd. Santa was watching over all of the familiar faces that he had gotten to know over the years as they settle into their seats at the front of the stage. He was up in his private viewing area that over looked the club dance floor and bars.

He sipped idly at a glass of brandy as he continued to watch, though he wasn't able to see the stage from this particular vantage point, he was able to watch it on his TV through a camera feed.

Behind him, the others that weren't in the show sat about to watch the TV as they enjoyed the large hot tub at the center of the room and the catered food that was set along the far wall. They talked and played at each other, Oliver being the center of attention still since she was still there up until a few days after New Year's.

The lights came down and the curtain came up, the show just now beginning. Interestingly, when the room was darker, Santa was able to see the club much better, and one thing that stood out to him were a pair of police guards that were near the entrance of the club. The snow leopard squinted his eyes and leaned closer to the massive bay window that dominated that side of the room.

He recognized who they were right away, or more of their uniforms. Dmitri had a rotation of guards that would come around every six hours but it was always the same two sets that were meant to stay by his door. It was one of the things that Santa agreed to, and from where he was, he didn't recognize either of these two. Worst yet, one held a shotgun between his paws and the other a semi-automatic rifle, neither of which he had seen the police guards have before.

A chill ran down Santa's spine and his breath caught in his throat as he instantly realized who they must have been. His drink fell from his grasp and he suddenly bounded away towards the entrance of the room. The reindeer and Oliver all noticed the man's sudden, frantic nature and turned to him with fear but none of them said anything.

His mind was reeling fast with what he had to do, mentally mapping out the Workshop as he planned for what was to come next. Confronting the two armed impostors might result in an exchange of gun fire that could either have his own staff or innocent guests at risk of being harmed. Once he came to that conclusion the plan solidified in his mind's eye.

To an elf that was standing near the door and awaiting any requests that Santa or his reindeer might have had, Santa rushed to and startled her. "Call down to Security and have them turn off the power to all of the hallways leading to Dmitri's room, then tell them to send two guards down to Dmitri's room. Understand?" She stared up at her employer with wide eyes and nodded soundlessly. He nodded in return and dashed out of the room right as she was pulling an intercom from her hip and putting it to her mouth.

From where he saw the two impostors come in and where they were heading he knew that no matter how fast he could run they would make it to Dmitri's room before him. Worst yet, they were making a B-line right for the suites, it made Santa wonder where they were able to get information about the layout of his establishment. No one was supposed to know where Dmitri was save for the guards themselves and the chief of police.

Santa skipped the elevator and rushed up the flights of stairs to get to the floor that Dmitri was on. Surprisingly for someone of Santa's heft he was able to move with a speed that betrayed his size. Few might have known it, but the old snow leopard still had an indomitable amount of strength from his days as a professional weight lifter. He made it up those steps faster than an elevator could have taken, which was good since he was sure that's how the impostors would have gotten there.

When he got to the floor he slowly nudged the stairwell door open and peered out into the hallway. It was completely quiet, but then again he was all the way at the end. Several doors down there was another perpendicular hall that had Dmitri's room at its own far end. Seeing no clue of the others around, he quietly slipped into the hall and began down towards Dmitri's room.

Suddenly the two impostors passed by the hallway that Santa was coming down, forcing him to duck behind a nearby doorway that was sunk into the wall. He had to really suck in his gut for fear of being spotted, but it seemed to do the trick. The two paused for a moment right at the hall's entrance and briefly spoke in what Santa could only assume to be Russian.

Santa peeked around the corner and watched the two as the fake guard with the shotgun continued on but the one with the rifle stayed as a lookout right there. He had his back to the hall that Santa had been coming down and the snow leopard considered himself lucky that such an assassin had poor look-out ethic. He knew for a fact that he could have snuck up behind the impostor without a problem in broad daylight and he'd have never known. Luckily he didn't have to test that theory, as the lights to both hallways suddenly went out at that time.

It was the opportunity that Santa had been waiting for and he took it without hesitation. While the fake guard at the end of the hall looked around in a blind panic, the snow leopard used his natural aptitude for seeing in the dark and rushed him with the quite grace of a stalking cat. Pitch black was all that the smaller man could see and he didn't hear or feel Santa come up to him until it was too late.

With an incredibly strong vice-like grip, Santa wrapped a paw around the man's mouth to silence any sounds he might make while he wrapped his arm around the man's neck and squeezed him back against the snow leopard's body. He struggled and panicked but no sound was made and despite all the kicking and clawing he did at the other's elbow, the lack of oxygen was quick to over take him and he soon passed out. When the struggling stopped, Santa released his hold and let the limp body fall to the floor.

Just as he was around the corner to take on the next guard he heard more Russian speak and the sound of a shotgun getting cocked. A bright flash and a loud bang sounded through the hall as the weapon was discharged into the door, or specifically the door handle. The wood stood no chance against the blast and the room was breached with that single shot. A high pitched and familiar scream came to Santa's ears right then and his blood went cold. Vixen!

Santa charged at a full sprint towards the last remaining guard, no longer caring about being quiet or trying to keep the impostor alive. With meters to spare, Santa watched as the fake guard kicked the door in and then leveled his gun at someone inside. It was then that the thunderous pounding came to the man's ears, causing him to pause just enough to turn to the side to see where the sound was coming from.

That hesitation was all Santa needed as before the fake guard could turn his weapon at the new approaching figure or finish what he had come there to do, Santa burst out from the shadows and tackled him with such jarring force that the gun slipped from his grasp and hung in the air for a full second before falling to the floor. Shortly after there came a thunderous boom as Santa forced the man against the far wall with his thick forearm braced against the others chest.

The fake guard had just enough time to curse something in Russian before Santa drew back his other arm and sent an Earth shattering upper cut into the man's diaphragm. The hit was so powerful that it broke several ribs and forced every ounce of air from his lungs. After a second of his body processing the incredible pain that the single punch brought, he fell unconscious and slid out from Santa's grasp.

Santa's cold glare followed the man all the way down until he was settled on the floor. It wasn't until he heard Vixen's voice that he snapped out of his rage and turned around. "Santa!" she called after peeking out from Dmitri's room and once finding the towering snow leopard, launched herself at him. She caught him in the side and he had to take a step to balance himself. Once he turned and looked down at the small reindeer he let out a soft sigh of relief.

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