{"sf1_id":1436188,"sf2_id":"Xekdl5pm","title":"Still Watching","author":"Retconned","words":33700,"posted_at":"2019-04-09T20:55:17.000Z","tags":["Alternate Reality","Big Boobs","Character Development","Drama","F/M","Fox","Greentext","Hat","Height Difference","Heterosexual","Human","Hybrid","Love","Mystery","Romance","Second Person","Series","Straight","Vaginal","Wolfess"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1436188-still-watching","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xekdl5pm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ed/7e/ed7e448b-1923-4659-a851-c809292d906f","description":"The sequel to Being Watched, taking place immediately after the first left off.  \n  \nThis remains one of my favorite stories I've written!","content":"\\\u003eInspector Connie Lopine fidgeted in her seat impatiently. Across the desk from her, mostly obscured by a hoard of office supplies, was her employer...\n\n\\\u003eDirector Lonnie Hoardwell. Hoardwell was once a respected private investigator, but had since retired from the game, opting to mentor a team of sleuths instead.\n\n\\\u003eThe silver-scaled dragoness looked down her snout at the white wolf before her.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well then. I suppose it's time for another report, is it? Inspector Lopine, have you found any leads in the... OTHER world?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie nodded affirmatively and retrieved her notepad from its usual storage space.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, Director... I found a person of interest. I also found some signs of-\"\n\n\\\u003eShe was cut off by an inquisitive grunt from her employer.\n\n\\\u003e\"Person of interest...? Please elaborate.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Very well... this person, Anon E. Mous... I believe he may be a possible point of interest in the case.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Is that so? May I see your notes on this gentleman?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie winced, but handed her notepad over. Director Hoardwell thumbed through with interest, only to break into smoky gales of laughter.\n\n\\\u003e\"Connie... you fell in LOVE? My, my. I hadn't expected the other world to have such... an allure.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie blushed beneath her fur and hat.\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I... it wasn't planned, Director. Things just sort of... fell into place.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. Well, given your track record... I see no reason to press the matter at this time. So long as you have made sufficient progress in your investigation, of course...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I have, I believe you'll find some information that interests you in this report.\"\n\n\\\u003eFrom her briefcase, Connie removed and presented an immaculately typed report. She smiled beneath the brim of her hat when she caught a glimpse of the other contents of her case...\n\n\\\u003eThe prizes she had won at Looneyville.\n\n\\\u003eAh, just looking at the cheap plastic knickknacks reminded her what was waiting in the human world: her Anon.\n\n\\\u003e...how long had it been since she left for Elsewhere? Connie wasn't all that good with time, especially since it worked a bit differently between the worlds.\n\n\\\u003eHowever, she was certain the week she had asked Anon to wait had already passed. Her heart ached a bit to think about him.\n\n\\\u003eHe must be worried sick.\n\n\\\u003eNonetheless, this was an important meeting, so she maintained her professionalism.\n\n\\\u003eDirector Hoardwell read the report to herself, muttering and tapping her claws on her luxurious wood desk.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm. Mhm. I see. Well, it seems that, as usual, you've returned with some useful information. Well done, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe director dropped her icy exterior for a moment, and smiled warmly at her colleague.\n\n\\\u003e\"...you're ready to go back, aren't you?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie hesitantly nodded, prompting another chuckle and plume of smoke from Hoardwell.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's what I thought. Well... I'm sorry to say I can't let you go just yet. I need you to attend a meeting in two days.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"A meeting... about what?\"\n\n\\\u003eHoardwell snorted, loosing a small burst of flame from her nostrils.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's about Bonnie again. She's up to her old antics.\"\n\n\\\u003eSigh.\n\n\\\u003eBonnie tended to get a bit boozy on assignment. And she wasn't a civilized drunk.\n\n\\\u003e\"What did she do this time?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... apparently it involved copious amounts of vandalism. As usual, I expect all employees of Drakewing Detective Agency to attend so we can discuss proper behavior while on a case.\"\n\n\\\u003eUgh. Every time Bonnie got drunk, one of these mandatory meetings happened.\n\n\\\u003eEspecially frustrating for Connie, as she boasted a spotless record of conduct, a rare commodity amongst the ranks of DDA.\n\n\\\u003eSome deep part of her was a bit offended for a moment.\n\n\\\u003eWas Director Hoardwell suggesting that something about her conduct warranted a discussion?\n\n\\\u003eHowever, she soon discarded this thought. After all, these meetings were always mandatory for everyone, regardless of who acted inappropriately.\n\n\\\u003eA tiny, wry smile crept across Connie's face as she recalled the day that a meeting was called over Director Hoardwell's own behavior.\n\n\\\u003eShe quickly buried this smile under a stoic, blank expression as the Director quietly adjusted some of the items in her hoard.\n\n\\\u003eAll dragons maintain hoards, each one collecting items that have some meaning to them. In Director Hoardwell's case, her collection was a massive pile of various office supplies.\n\n\\\u003eChances are, if you ever laid down a pen and turned your back on it in the offices of DDA, it'd end up in the hoard. This quirk initially grated on Connie, but she had grown to accept it over the years.\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiled patiently as her employer collected her thoughts and various bits of \"treasure.\" Eventually, the dragon seemed to remember she was in the midst of a meeting.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh! Ahem. Is there anything else we need to discuss...?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't believe so, Director.\"\n\n\\\u003e...wait. A thought came to Connie...\n\n\\\u003e\"Actually... would it be possible for me to... call Anon in the other world?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe room fell eerily silent as the director drew herself up to her full, imposing height.\n\n\\\u003e\"...you want to call him? From here?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie stood her ground, expression and voice never wavering.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, I do.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe director maintained her statuesque posture, then quickly deflated back to her normal slouch with an airy chuckle.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright, I don't see any issue with that. Except for one little matter...\"\n\n\\\u003e...oh. Right, that.\n\n\\\u003e\"...he's in the other world.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Precisely, Connie. I'm sorry to say there's no real way for you to contact him. Outside of, say... meeting him personally.\"\n\n\\\u003eSigh.\n\n\\\u003e\"Would it be possible for me to go get Anon and bring him here?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Absolutely. Provided you can do it and still be back in two days.\"\n\n\\\u003e...bah. It was a three day trip at best.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... is there anyone on assignment in the human world that could bring him around?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"No, no... you're the only one I sent.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Very well then. I guess I'll just wait for the meeting to end. Is there anything I can do until then?\"\n\n\\\u003eDirector Hoardwell tapped her fingers rhythmically on her desk, thinking. She quickly snatched a cigar from said desk and lit it up with a casual blast of fire breath.\n\n\\\u003e\"Welll... there's been another report of Uno's antics in town.\"\n\n\\\u003eOh great. Just the man Connie wanted to deal with right now.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, that's good news. What's his angle now?\"\n\n\\\u003eHoardwell winked, puffing a large cloud of smoke.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's your job, isn't it? Heheh. I think he's actually set up shop just down the block. You know the drill. Let me know what he's up to.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie always wondered why the director smoked, being a dragon. Surely it didn't actually do anything for her, right?\n\n\\\u003eOh well. Not important. What WAS important was her new assignment...\n\n\\\u003e...well, not much of an assignment, really. More like busywork.\n\n\\\u003eUno was an infamous conman who'd been sighted around Elsewhere many, many times. Some people theorized he was actually secretly a brilliant crook.\n\n\\\u003eTruth was he just didn't learn when to quit.\n\n\\\u003eConnie had been assigned to get some intel on his latest scams many times. It was practically a weekly thing at this point.\n\n\\\u003eNo matter how many times Uno ended up jailed, someone seemed to be willing to bail him out.\n\n\\\u003eHm. So far, looking into this benefactor had never turned up anything conclusive.\n\n\\\u003eWith her new assignment clear, Connie bid her employer farewell and left the smoky office. She made sure to collect her notepad and briefcase, but noted with a chuckle that she had lost yet another pen to the all-devouring hoard.\n\n\\\u003eOh well. Not like pens are all that expensive.\n\n\\\u003eConnie stepped into her own (spotless, as always) office and put her briefcase away. She grabbed a spare pen, then set out to look for Uno.\n\n\\\u003eHe shouldn't be too hard to find. Silver foxes aren't that common in Elsewhere, after all. Much less those with that ridiculous accent.\n\n\\\u003eConnie chuckled to herself as she left the agency's headquarters. Why would a known criminal nurse what is clearly a phoney accent?\n\n\\\u003eSurely he knew it made him easier to identify?\n\n\\\u003eSometimes she wondered if Uno just liked being caught. Maybe he enjoyed the attention he got during investigation?\n\n\\\u003eOh well. The inner machinations of his mind weren't important. What WAS important was confirming if he indeed had a new scam.\n\n\\\u003eConnie strolled down the street, enjoying the crisp fall air. She planted a hand firmly on her beloved hat when the wind got particularly rough.\n\n\\\u003eShe eventually began to hear a familiar voice ring out from a rather shoddily-constructed kiosk.\n\n\\\u003eUno.\n\n\\\u003e\"Zmart phones! We gots ze zmartest phones in Elsevhere for the best prices! I am cuttink my own throat sellin' em this cheap, I zwear to you!\"\n\n\\\u003eYep, no doubt: that was her mark alright. She could see the gray furred fox hawking impressively realistic, but likely fake phones even from here. Unfortunately...\n\n\\\u003eHe always seemed to get a few takers.\n\n\\\u003eConnie scanned her surroundings...\n\n\\\u003eSurely there was a quick way to expose Uno's phones as counterfeit. He likely didn't put much effort into them beyond making them look presentable.\n\n\\\u003eHm. What if...\n\n\\\u003eMaybe if she could prove they weren't waterproof? Usually a real phone was (at least a little bit) water resistant; these fakes probably weren't.\n\n\\\u003eBut to do that, she'd need water. And the only obvious water around is the fountain in the park.\n\n\\\u003e...she was gonna have to get one of those phones, wasn't she. Sigh.\n\n\\\u003eNo way around it; she approached Uno's kiosk. As soon as he saw her, the fox grinned, revealing quite a few silver teeth.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah! Iffin it isn't luffley Lopine, here to infestigate little old Uno. Can I be interesting you in a zmart phone, my dear?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe drew herself up to her full height, towering above the rather scrawny fox. He, as usual, showed no signs of being intimidated.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uno. You and I both know those aren't real. Why don't you come clean and save us both some time?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe gasped and put a hand to his snout, feigning outrage.\n\n\\\u003e\"Vhy, Lopine... 'ow could you suggest little old Uno is out to be conning peoples of their money? I am a legitermate businessman!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh-huh. I'm sure you are. Just like last time. And the time before that.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Bah, zose don't count! Peoples change, luffley Lopine, and Uno is no exception.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe sighed and rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn't just accept that he was found out. He had to play dumb.\n\n\\\u003eWell, to deal with someone like this, sometimes it takes a bit of playing along.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright then, if you've turned over a new leaf, would you let me demo one of these phones before I buy it?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe slim fox nodded vigorously, that same silver grin appearing.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hof course I vould; anysing for a customer, eh? Take your pick, Lopine.\"\n\n\\\u003eWithout any real consideration, Connie picked up the first phone that caught her eye.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, exzellent choice. Please, veel free to take eet for a little zpin, yeah? Only for ten minutes zo. After zat I'll need it back, hokay?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Of course, Uno. I'll have it back in 5, even.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe grinned again as she walked away. Maintaining eye contact, she crossed the street to the park.\n\n\\\u003eOnce there, she made a point of dropping the phone into the fountain, where it practically exploded. She quickly dashed back to Uno's, where he was already sweating.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ahhh.... perhaps it vas a factory defect, yeah? Maybe you try another?\"\n\n\\\u003eWithout a word, she took another phone and repeated her actions.\n\n\\\u003e\"A-ah. V-vell, eh,.. I suppose ze jig is hup. I know ze drills, Uno will be turnink himself in now.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe stepped out from behind the kiosk, only to clasp his hands together and grin at Connie again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Blast it, you are zimply too zmart for me, luffley Lopine. Perhaps old Uno should hang up his het and quit ze crime game.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe leaned far too close to her, smile broadening even more and eyes glinting.\n\n\\\u003e\"Zen again... hif I did that I vould never zee you again. I couldn't bear a week without my luffley Lopine! It vould, well, make me veak!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"How touching. And not at all what you say every week. Go on down to the station, Uno. They're probably waiting.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hokay, yes, I vill be goinks now. Toodley-oo, mine luffley!\"\n\n\\\u003eHe practically skipped away to the police station, leaving his unsightly kiosk of counterfeit goods behind.\n\n\\\u003eBah. Even when he left, Uno was a pain in the tail.\n\n\\\u003eAs she watched the conman skip away merrily, Connie shook her head.\n\n\\\u003eShe had half a mind to cuff him herself, just so he'd quit whistling. He was about to turn himself in! Why the jaunty tune...?\n\n\\\u003eShe quickly made sure all her things were still there. Uno wasn't much of a pickpocket, but you still can't be too careful with his sort.\n\n\\\u003eThankfully, he hadn't snatched anything.\n\n\\\u003eShe looked over his \"merchandise booth\" with a mixture of frustration and amusement. She had to admit: he always put a fair amount of effort into making his kiosks look fairly nice.\n\n\\\u003eHe almost looked like a legitimate roadside salesman, at times. Almost.\n\n\\\u003e...thinking about salesman...\n\n\\\u003eConnie pondered picking up a gift for Anon somewhere in Elsewhere. Maybe it'd help cushion the blow of her absence?\n\n\\\u003eBut... what do you get a human man as a gift? Much less one like Anon?\n\n\\\u003e...she put her deductive skills to work.\n\n\\\u003eAnon enjoyed watching movies, going to the lake, trips to Looneyville...\n\n\\\u003eConnie felt herself getting emotional just remembering the good times with Anon. It hadn't been all that long ago, but...\n\n\\\u003eHer time with him was probably the happiest she'd ever been. She couldn't wait to get back to the human world.\n\n\\\u003eShe smiled wistfully and pulled her hat down, masking a few sentimental tears.\n\n\\\u003eWhat else did Anon like?\n\n\\\u003eOh! \u0026nbsp;He likes cooking!\n\n\\\u003eWell then, logically, there was only one option for the perfect gift:\n\n\\\u003eA cookbook.\n\n\\\u003eConnie called up the director first; better let her know that Uno was taken care of.\n\n\\\u003e\"Director Hoardwell? \u0026nbsp;It's Connie. \u0026nbsp;Uno was selling fake phones this week.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe dragoness snorted, amused.\n\n\\\u003e\"Did they even dial this time?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...I didn't think to check, actually. \u0026nbsp;I just dunked one in a fountain.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah. \u0026nbsp;Good thinking. \u0026nbsp;I suppose he turned himself in?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, as always.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hrmph. \u0026nbsp;What a loon. \u0026nbsp;Anyway... keep up the good work, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eSmiling a bit, Connie bid her employer farewell and hung up the phone.\n\n\\\u003eWith that case closed, she made her way into a nearby shop.\n\n\\\u003eThe clerk, a grinning poodle, greeted her.\n\n\\\u003e\"Good afternoon, Madame! \u0026nbsp;How can I help you this fine day?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Err... I don't suppose you have any cookbooks, do you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmm! \u0026nbsp;I believe we have a few in stock... hoping to try out some new recipes?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Me? \u0026nbsp;Ha, no, no... I'm not such a good cook.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, perhaps this is for a relative then? \u0026nbsp;Let me guess... it's your mother's birthday?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah... no, sorry. \u0026nbsp;It's for a... friend.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmm. \u0026nbsp;Well, I won't pry!\"\n\n\\\u003eTrue to her word, the clerk stopped asking questions. \u0026nbsp;The rest of the transaction was quick and painless.\n\n\\\u003eConnie waved goodbye as she left, a copy of Elsewhere's Finest Recipes tucked under her arm.\n\n\\\u003eShe hoped Anon would like it. \u0026nbsp;Surely he would, right? \u0026nbsp;It only stood to reason.\n\n\\\u003eAs she passed by the kiosk of counterfeit phones, Connie couldn't help herself.\n\n\\\u003eShe grabbed one of the phones and dialed Anon's home phone number.\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eNothing. \u0026nbsp;Not even a ring. \u0026nbsp;She sighed and shook her head.\n\n\\\u003eShe wondered how he was holding up...\n\n\\\u003cAnon\\\u003e\n\n\\\u003e10 days.\n\n\\\u003e10 days ago, Connie left for her home world, leaving you alone.\n\n\\\u003e...it's been pretty rough to go back to being alone. \u0026nbsp;Though she wasn't around long, Connie's zest for everything made your life considerably happier.\n\n\\\u003eAnd now... she's gone.\n\n\\\u003eShe'll be back, you're certain of it. \u0026nbsp;But...\n\n\\\u003eHer words echo in your mind.\n\n\\\u003e\"...if I'm not back in a week, check inside your nightstand. \u0026nbsp;There's a map there.\"\n\n\\\u003eBut, that's not all she said...\n\n\\\u003e\"...I love you.\"\n\n\\\u003eThose three words kept coming back to you, filling your heart with warmth every time they did so.\n\n\\\u003e...you've made up your mind. \u0026nbsp;You're going after her.\n\n\\\u003eYou yank open the drawer on your nightstand. \u0026nbsp;As promised, a very neatly folded map sits inside. \u0026nbsp;You unfold it and scan over it...\n\n\\\u003eA patch of woods is circled neatly, and a very elegant signature decorates the bottom corner, along with a message.\n\n\\\u003e\"See you soon. \u0026nbsp;Love, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eDoesn't seem to be too far away... maybe a couple hours' drive?\n\n\\\u003eNot enough to keep you away from her, anyway.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a while of packing, you're all set to go. \u0026nbsp;You don't know how long your trip will take, so you prepare for a lengthy journey.\n\n\\\u003eYou've got some extra clothes, your toothbrush, and some snacks, on top of everything else you may need.\n\n\\\u003eWith that settled, you head to town for one last thing...\n\n\\\u003eYou run into the candy store and buy a bag of jellybeans, then head to another store and buy a DVD of some generic action flick.\n\n\\\u003eTwo gifts you're certain Connie will like.\n\n\\\u003eWith your shopping done, there's only one thing left to do.\n\n\\\u003eYou set your GPS for the coordinates Connie circled on the map. \u0026nbsp;Hopefully she's not in any danger...?\n\n\\\u003eEven though she said she'd be fine, you can't help but feel like a hero en route to saving the girl.\n\n\\\u003eWhat a thought. \u0026nbsp;You, a human window washer, rescuing Connie, a towering shewolf detective.\n\n\\\u003eNonetheless, you start driving to the woods.\n\n\\\u003eAs you drive, a rather strange vehicle catches your eye. \u0026nbsp;It's ahead of you, and traveling the same way you are. \u0026nbsp;It doesn't seem to be of any make or model you've seen before...\n\n\\\u003eWhatever it is, the black car cruises along at a rather dangerous speed.\n\n\\\u003eYou vaguely wonder if the driver is headed the same place you are...?\n\n\\\u003eSurely not.\n\n\\\u003eSomething about this situation feels kinda... off.\n\n\\\u003eYou keep a safe distance from the car, and note with increasing concern that it's following exactly the path your GPS is recommending.\n\n\\\u003eA rational part of your mind speaks up.\n\n\\\u003eObviously they're merely coincidentally going your way. \u0026nbsp;Failing that, something in their GPS is bugging out and getting... your... directions? \u0026nbsp;Okay, yeah, this is either a coincidence, or...\n\n\\\u003eSomething else is going on.\n\n\\\u003eYou squint a bit and read the license plate: 2AND3. \u0026nbsp;Odd.\n\n\\\u003eSomething about the black car's swerving suggests that the driver isn't too familiar with the roads here. \u0026nbsp;You kinda wonder if maybe they're just lost?\n\n\\\u003eAlternatively, they could just be drunk. \u0026nbsp;That's not at all unreasonable.\n\n\\\u003eAs you ponder, you absentmindedly speed up, getting closer to the car than you'd like.\n\n\\\u003c???\\\u003e\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... I think we got a tail.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hardy-har-har. \u0026nbsp;You've made that one several times now, Dub. \u0026nbsp;When are ya gonna get some new material?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uhh... no, no, I mean I think we're bein' followed.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Whaddaya... oh, I see it. \u0026nbsp;Yeah. \u0026nbsp;Well, leave 'im in the dust! \u0026nbsp;That's what yer paid for.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uhh... okay then.\"\n\n\\\u003cAnon\\\u003e\n\n\\\u003eOnce you get fairly close, the driver throws the hammer down. \u0026nbsp;They peel out, leaving you a great distance behind them.\n\n\\\u003eHmmm. \u0026nbsp;Odd...\n\n\\\u003eShould you...\n\n\\\u003eNope. \u0026nbsp;Nope nope nope.\n\n\\\u003eSpeeding up to follow that car is just asking for trouble. \u0026nbsp;You've seen enough movies to know better.\n\n\\\u003eAs a matter of fact, you even actively slow down just to ensure they don't think you're following them.\n\n\\\u003c???\\\u003e\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... we lost 'im.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Wait, already? \u0026nbsp;Then that wasn't no tail, you dimbulb! \u0026nbsp;That was just some Joe Schmo who got a lil too close. \u0026nbsp;You're worrying about nothin'.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... I dunno, Trip. \u0026nbsp;Something about that car, uh...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... he says. \u0026nbsp;Wake me up when this sentence is comin' to a close, kay?\"\n\n\\\u003cAnon\\\u003e\n\n\\\u003eThe black car slows down just a tad, but remains a fair distance ahead of you. \u0026nbsp;You're not gonna push your luck.\n\n\\\u003eYou make it a point to stay a good distance away, just in case something fishy is going on.\n\n\\\u003eYou just keep following the GPS, growing more concerned as your turns continue to match the mysterious driver's.\n\n\\\u003eWait. \u0026nbsp;Could this car be from...\n\n\\\u003eNah.\n\n\\\u003eAs you approach the circled patch of woods, it becomes apparent that the black car is indeed going the same way.\n\n\\\u003eThere's nothing else of interest in this part of town, so where else COULD they be going?\n\n\\\u003ePlus, them being from the other world would explain the unknown make and model of the car...\n\n\\\u003eYou wonder what species of... otherworlder(?) is driving. \u0026nbsp;Could it be one of Connie's coworkers? \u0026nbsp;Or...\n\n\\\u003c???\\\u003e\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...! \u0026nbsp;Trip, I think this guy's going our way.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What? \u0026nbsp;That's a human, you maroon. \u0026nbsp;There ain't no way, no how that a human is comin' to Elsewhere. \u0026nbsp;How would they even know how to get there?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... I dunno, but he sure is following us.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmph. \u0026nbsp;Fine, fine. \u0026nbsp;If he DOES follow us... maybe I'll have a lil chat with him when we get there.\"\n\n\\\u003cAnon\\\u003e\n\n\\\u003eBefore you know it, you arrive at your destination. \u0026nbsp;A dirt road leads into the woods, and the black car speeds down it.\n\n\\\u003eYou cautiously follow their lead...\n\n\\\u003eAnd drive through a massive tunnel. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eWait.\n\n\\\u003eA tunnel? \u0026nbsp;In the middle of the woods?\n\n\\\u003eAfter what feels like an hour, you emerge from the tunnel...\n\n\\\u003eAnd onto a road you've never seen before. \u0026nbsp;As if on cue, your GPS sputters indignantly before clamming up entirely.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e...this map doesn't cover wherever you are right now. \u0026nbsp;As much as you hate to say it, you may have to follow that car a little farther.\n\n\\\u003eYou maintain a safe distance from the driver and follow them along the mysterious highway. \u0026nbsp;Signs for businesses you've never heard of flash by.\n\n\\\u003eJTZ Radio. \u0026nbsp;Deadline Auto Parts. \u0026nbsp;BHA Insurance.\n\n\\\u003eAll of them sport images of people like Connie... Otherworlders, apparently.\n\n\\\u003eYour heart races when you see a sign for Elsewhere. \u0026nbsp;Unfortunately, it looks like it's gonna be quite a drive. \u0026nbsp;At least a day or two. \u0026nbsp;Sigh.\n\n\\\u003eRight on schedule, your gas light comes on. \u0026nbsp;You grumble and pull over at the first building that looks like a gas station.\n\n\\\u003eA chill runs down your spine when the black car also stops.\n\n\\\u003eAs you step out to pump your gas, two people step out of the car and approach you. \u0026nbsp;It's only now that it hits you: that car was a fair deal larger than yours.\n\n\\\u003eThe two individuals, clad in a black suit and a red one respectively, beeline for you. \u0026nbsp;One, a bulky fellow who seems to be an arctic fox, bumbles along with a dumbfounded expression.\n\n\\\u003eThe other, a curvy red vixen in a tight fitting suit, struts as if the parking lot were a catwalk. \u0026nbsp;She eyes you fiercely, clutching a gold cigarette holder between her clawed fingers.\n\n\\\u003eSomething odd strikes you... they have multiple tails. \u0026nbsp;2 and 3, respectively. \u0026nbsp;How odd.\n\n\\\u003eWell, that doesn't really matter at the moment anyway. \u0026nbsp;What DOES matter is that they're approaching fast.\n\n\\\u003eRather than let your mounting anxiety show, you muster up a smile as the duo approach. \u0026nbsp;Once they get within earshot, you speak up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh, hi there? \u0026nbsp;What can I do for you two?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe woman narrows her eyes and wordlessly extends her cigarette towards her companion. \u0026nbsp;He stares at it blankly for a moment, only for her to snap impatiently, spurring him into pulling out a lighter.\n\n\\\u003eOnce her cig is lit, she takes a long drag before finally addressing you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Cut the shit. \u0026nbsp;I wanna know why you're tailin' us. \u0026nbsp;Ain't no reason a human oughta be following the likes of us.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer voice is brisk and sharp, with a very faint, unidentifiable accent. \u0026nbsp;Her bulky companion speaks up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... yeah. \u0026nbsp;I dunno what you're up to, but uh... maybe you can, uh...?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe's clearly... a bit ditzy, to say the least. \u0026nbsp;He speaks slowly and seems to trail off between words. \u0026nbsp;The woman seems to get fed up with him, and cuts him off.\n\n\\\u003e\"What my dimwit associate is TRYING to get at is: we want answers.\"\n\n\\\u003eWell... might as well be honest.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, I met a woman from this world. \u0026nbsp;I'm just going to Elsewhere to meet her, and it seems we're going the same way, coincidentally. \u0026nbsp;Sorry to make you think I was following you, it was unintentional.\"\n\n\\\u003eAgain, she narrows her eyes and takes a deep breath. \u0026nbsp;She blows a massive cloud of smoke in her companion's face, and he coughs and sputters.\n\n\\\u003e\"Riiiight. \u0026nbsp;Well then, Romeo, explain to me why ya nearly rode our back bumper then?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It was an accident. \u0026nbsp;I wasn't paying attention to the road, I was checking my directions.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... directions to where?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe woman smacks the big oaf in the back of the head.\n\n\\\u003e\"To the Door, ya big nimrod.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe shakes her head for a moment.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, anyway. \u0026nbsp;Lemme introduce myself. \u0026nbsp;Name's Trip. \u0026nbsp;This hunk of braindead meat is Dub.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... nice to, uh... to meet ya.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou smile again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Likewise. \u0026nbsp;I'm Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"So, you two heading to Elsewhere too?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip clears her throat, giving Dub a meaningful look.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, as a matter of fact. \u0026nbsp;Small world.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mind if I keep following? \u0026nbsp;I don't know these roads, and my GPS, uh... broke.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe dismissively waves a hand.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, sure, whatever. \u0026nbsp;You seem like an alright fella.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... yeah... feel free to let us lead the, uh...\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip rolls her eyes and mimes strangling Dub.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yer lucky you're cute, Dub. \u0026nbsp;If ya weren't, you'd probably be a dead man.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...!\"\n\n\\\u003eHe looks at you helplessly, so you try to keep Trip talking.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, uh.. w-what do you two do?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh? \u0026nbsp;Oh. \u0026nbsp;Well, I'm lucky enough to have a pretty cushy office job.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... and I'm da bouncer at a nightclub.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, I see.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Whattabout you, Anon? \u0026nbsp;What kinda job you holdin' down?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... I'm a window washer.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip snickers a bit.\n\n\\\u003e\"I thought those were just an old cartoon bit? \u0026nbsp;Eh, whatever. \u0026nbsp;Long as it puts food on the table, it's as good as any other job, right?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod with a smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"My thoughts exactly. \u0026nbsp;A lot of people laugh when I tell them what I do.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip has the decency to look a bit sheepish.\n\n\\\u003e\"Err... sorry, pal. \u0026nbsp;Couldn't help myself.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's fine, really.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou momentarily break off the conversation to go pay for your gas. \u0026nbsp;You're surprised when Dub shoves you aside at the register.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... lemme get this guy's gas. \u0026nbsp;He's, uh... new in town.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe clerk, a cat, shrugs indifferently.\n\n\\\u003e\"Wow, thanks, Dub.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... don't mention it, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you head back outside. \u0026nbsp;Trip is leaning against your car, puffing away on her cigarette, tails swishing idly.\n\n\\\u003eYou walk closer to the lounging vixen, and she takes her weight off your car.\n\n\\\u003e\"You about ready to get movin', Dub?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'll take that as a yes. \u0026nbsp;Whattabout you, Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Just a minute, please.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou've got a few questions first.\n\n\\\u003e\"You called me Romeo... is there a version of that story in this world?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh? \u0026nbsp;Whatta you talking about? \u0026nbsp;That's just an ol' turn of phrase, ain't it?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, yes, but it's based on an old play.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh. \u0026nbsp;Well, I guess I learned somethin' today. \u0026nbsp;I just picked that sayin' up from somewhere, don't even really remember where.\"\n\n\\\u003eOdd...\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;Uh... do you mind if I ask what you two are doing riding together?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip narrows her eyes a bit, and her grip on her cigarette holder visibly tightens.\n\n\\\u003e\"...\"\n\n\\\u003eDub speaks up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...! \u0026nbsp;We was going to the human world on a, uh... uh... a date.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip practically snaps her cigarette holder in half, and glares at her companion.\n\n\\\u003e\"Dub... he ain't gotta know our business!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...! \u0026nbsp;Well you wasn't saying anything!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe looks pretty flustered, and refuses to meet your eyes.\n\n\\\u003e...something tells you these two may be a bit shady. \u0026nbsp;You luckily brought your pocketknife, so at least you wouldn't be unarmed if things went south.\n\n\\\u003eTrip sighs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, now that ya've aired our laundry, let's blow this popsicle stand, Dub. \u0026nbsp;Jus' follow us, Anon. \u0026nbsp;We'll getcha to Elsewhere.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, the foxes hop back into their car. \u0026nbsp;They speed off, and you follow their lead.\n\n\\\u003e...after several hours of driving, it's nearly midnight. \u0026nbsp;Dub and Trip have pulled into a motel, and you followed suit.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... this is a pretty nice, uh, place. \u0026nbsp;We stayed here, uh......\"\n\n\\\u003e\"We stayed here on the way to yer world, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eIt does seem pretty cozy. \u0026nbsp;Not too far removed from a motel back home, really.\n\n\\\u003eYou rent a room with no issues, and start getting ready for bed. \u0026nbsp;Of course, your new... friends(?) booked the room next door. \u0026nbsp;There's even a door connecting both rooms.\n\n\\\u003eAs you begin to lie down, you think about Connie.\n\n\\\u003eYou reminisce on your time with her, a sentimental smile spreading across your face and a bittersweet warmth flooding your heart.\n\n\\\u003eYou've got to find her. \u0026nbsp;Remembering her smile, her eyes, the sheer enthusiasm she has for everything...\n\n\\\u003eIt's all you need to reaffirm your goal.\n\n\\\u003eBesides that... you don't feel too comfortable in this... Otherworld without her. \u0026nbsp;The people you've met seem nice enough, but something about Dub and Trip rubs you the wrong way.\n\n\\\u003eMaybe you're just paranoid.\n\n\\\u003eYou tell yourself that as you lock every door and window in your room.\n\n\\\u003eMaybe they're perfectly nice people who are just as weirded out by you as you are by them.\n\n\\\u003eYou tell yourself THAT as you carefully stow away your valuables in the room safe.\n\n\\\u003eOnce everything is stowed away and locked, you lay down again, feeling a little more secure.\n\n\\\u003eA dark part of your mind tells you that things are probably gonna get loud next door. \u0026nbsp;It also tells you to go listen at the door.\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eWell... maybe a quick listen won't hurt anyone?\n\n\\\u003eYou carefully press your ear to the door...\n\n\\\u003e\"...Y'know somethin'? \u0026nbsp;That was a pretty nice thing, buyin' the fella's gas.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... it was nothin', Trip.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Didn't seem like nothin' to me, lover boy. \u0026nbsp;Y'know what I think? \u0026nbsp;I think yer trying to butter me up.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"And y'know what else?\"\n\n\\\u003eThere's a loud, rusty squeak.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's workin'.\"\n\n\\\u003e...maybe you should give them some privacy.\n\n\\\u003eYou tell yourself that as you remain still, ear glued to the door.\n\n\\\u003eOnce things start to get a bit... heated, you peel yourself from the door. \u0026nbsp;It takes a good bit of willpower, considering that the door is not at all soundproof and Trip's pretty loud.\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly make your way back to bed, shaking your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts. \u0026nbsp;Which... proves pretty difficult.\n\n\\\u003eYou grin a bit, wondering if she's keeping the neighbors up.\n\n\\\u003eC'mon now, get ahold of yourself. \u0026nbsp;You need to get some rest. \u0026nbsp;Dub said that they were heading out first thing tomorrow, and you don't want to drive drowsy.\n\n\\\u003eYou lie down and close your eyes. \u0026nbsp;You try to think about Connie some more, anything to drown out your neighbors' escapades.\n\n\\\u003eYou wonder if Connie's waiting for you. \u0026nbsp;Surely she is...\n\n\\\u003eNo. \u0026nbsp;You're absolutely certain she is. \u0026nbsp;Somehow, someway, you know she can't wait for you to arrive.\n\n\\\u003eYou muse out loud.\n\n\\\u003e\"I wonder if I'll get there tomorrow?\"\n\n\\\u003eAs if on cue, you get an answer... of a sorts.\n\n\\\u003e\"OH GOD, YESSSSSS!\"\n\n\\\u003e...you fold the pillow up and around your ears in an attempt to drown out Trip.\n\n\\\u003eThankfully, it seems that things are simmering down. \u0026nbsp;Before long, you finally fall asleep just as the smell of cigarette smoke wafts under the door.\n\n\\\u003eYou don't dream, your mind merely relives your adventures with Connie as if anticipating your reunion.\n\n\\\u003eYou awaken after a rough night's sleep to the sound of knocking on your door.\n\n\\\u003eRemember how you thought things were simmering down? \u0026nbsp;Apparently they only needed a breather.\n\n\\\u003eYou shuffle over to the door and unlock it, and find Dub standing in the hallway.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh! \u0026nbsp;Uh... mornin'. \u0026nbsp;You about ready to, uh, go?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, give me just about 5 minutes.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe nods and heads off. \u0026nbsp;As soon as you close the door to the hallway, you hear a knock on the other door, the one into the foxes' room.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you answer it, a far less cold Trip steps into your room.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mornin', Anon. \u0026nbsp;How ya doin'?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Fine, thanks. \u0026nbsp;Just gathering my stuff so we can hit the road.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe catches you off guard with a toothy smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"Take yer time, pal. \u0026nbsp;If you need help with your bags, I'll get Dub to do some liftin'.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks, but I packed pretty light.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe looks almost disappointed, and casts a glance out the window at her partner.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, damn. I wanted an excuse ta see him work those muscles~\"\n\n\\\u003e...It's too early for this.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright, sure; he can help.\"\n\n\\\u003eImmediately, she grins again. \u0026nbsp;She whistles, and Dub is there in minutes.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Our new friend needs you to take his stuff to his car, big man.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe chuckles dumbly, then grabs your suitcase, along with several from their room. \u0026nbsp;Trip whistles to herself as he walks off.\n\n\\\u003eYou roll your eyes and follow the bouncer to your car. \u0026nbsp;Once he loads your stuff into your trunk, Trip practically leaps onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him.\n\n\\\u003eDub chuckles again as he heads over to the black car.\n\n\\\u003eAt least you don't have to ride with them.\n\n\\\u003e...it takes a full day's worth of driving, but you finally see the three words you've been aching to lay eyes on:\n\n\\\u003eWelcome to Elsewhere.\n\n\\\u003eOnce again, your new friends lead the way to a hotel, this one a bit fancier than the last. \u0026nbsp;Trip steps out of the car.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, Anon... looks like this is where we part ways. \u0026nbsp;I'm sure your dame is around town, but I'd wait till tomorrow to find her, see?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... it's not that late. \u0026nbsp;I think I'll go see her tonight.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, if ya insist. \u0026nbsp;Take care, pal.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip waves goodbye with a smile, then turns and plants a kiss on Dub's snout. \u0026nbsp;He practically melts, chuckling stupidly.\n\n\\\u003eYou exit the hotel and step out into the cool night air. \u0026nbsp;A few people of varying species wander the streets, most of them giving you confused looks.\n\n\\\u003eWhere would Connie be...?\n\n\\\u003eOh, hang on. \u0026nbsp;You could try calling her, maybe.\n\n\\\u003eShe gave you her number, but said she wasn't sure if your phones would connect.\n\n\\\u003e...it's worth a shot. \u0026nbsp;You dial her up, and listen to the phone ring.\n\n\\\u003eJust when you start to give up, your heart skips a beat.\n\n\\\u003eShe answers.\n\n\\\u003e\"Inspector Lopine. \u0026nbsp;How can I help you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Connie? \u0026nbsp;It's me!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe gasps, and there's a long pause. \u0026nbsp;When she speaks again, her voice trembles.\n\n\\\u003e\"A-Anon? \u0026nbsp;Is that you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's me; I'm in Elsewhere!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"W- really? \u0026nbsp;Where are you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Outside the, uh... Elsewhere Inn, apparently.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You're only a block away from my apartment? \u0026nbsp;Wait right there, I'm coming down.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe hangs up the phone. \u0026nbsp;Before you know it, you're practically tackled to the ground.\n\n\\\u003eConnie lifts you up and embraces you tightly, inadvertently burying your face in her cleavage.\n\n\\\u003e\"I can't believe you're HERE! \u0026nbsp;I... I was going to drive back to your world tomorrow, but...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe trails off, merely smiling at you. \u0026nbsp;As usual, you can't see her eyes, but a few tears drip down her snout, telling you all you need to know.\n\n\\\u003eYou wrap your arms around her tightly.\n\n\\\u003e\"I missed you too.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles at you, trembling with happiness.\n\n\\\u003e\"I can't tell you how much I missed you, Anon. It's been so lonely without you here...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I know how you feel. \u0026nbsp;It was the same at my place.\"\n\n\\\u003eWithout another word, you kiss her. \u0026nbsp;The two of you remain liplocked for a good while, only breaking apart to catch your breath.\n\n\\\u003eConnie's hat tips back a bit, showing her silvery eyes. \u0026nbsp;She quickly tips it back down, but you saw the tears of joy brimming.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why don't we go to my place? \u0026nbsp;Save you the trouble of paying for a room in the hotel.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That sounds good... let me just grab my things from the car.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly snatch your suitcase, and pull out a few things...\n\n\\\u003e\"Connie, I got you a few things.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What? \u0026nbsp;You didn't have to do that.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I did. \u0026nbsp;You deserve them.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hand over the gifts, and she smiles warmly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh? \u0026nbsp;This looks like a good movie. \u0026nbsp;And you remembered my favorites!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe immediately rips open the bag of jellybeans, dumping the entire contents into her mouth at once.\n\n\\\u003eHer tail swishes happily, and she grins with multicolored teeth. \u0026nbsp;You can't help but laugh, and she follows suit after swallowing all the candy.\n\n\\\u003e\"What can I say? \u0026nbsp;I'm still a sweet tooth.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I wouldn't have it any other way.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, she leads you to her apartment...\n\n\\\u003eYou're not sure what exactly you expected, but this is probably pretty close.\n\n\\\u003eThe apartment is practically spotless, and is decorated very sparsely. \u0026nbsp;Something does catch your eye though.\n\n\\\u003eOn the wall hangs a shadowbox filled with some familiar items...\n\n\\\u003eThe prizes Connie won at Looneyville.\n\n\\\u003eIt warms your heart to look back on that day. \u0026nbsp;The day she said those words.\n\n\\\u003e\"What do you think, Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I love it.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith a smile, she echoes the very words that are on your mind.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, I love you.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two of you slowly drift over to the couch, Connie staring and squeezing you as if she can't believe you're real.\n\n\\\u003eOnce she sits down, you take a look at the movie you bought.\n\n\\\u003e\"Wanna get cozy and watch this?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ooh... that sounds nice, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou smile and pop open the DVD case...\n\n\\\u003eHuh? \u0026nbsp;What's this?\n\n\\\u003eThe case is clearly labeled \"WARKILL 3: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO\", and yet the disc inside is... not that.\n\n\\\u003eIt's a purple disc labeled \"Zoned Out\". \u0026nbsp;Sounds like a cartoon or something. \u0026nbsp;Hmph.\n\n\\\u003e\"Something the matter, Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Nah... just got the wrong movie in the case is all.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... pop it in anyway. \u0026nbsp;I just want to watch something with you. \u0026nbsp;Doesn't matter what it is.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou agree, and start the film.\n\n\\\u003eIt's... some kind of sci-fi film? At first, anyway. \u0026nbsp;It quickly becomes a romance...\n\n\\\u003eThen things go a bit beyond romance. \u0026nbsp;What strikes you though is the fact that...\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh, Connie? \u0026nbsp;Aren't some of these actors...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Otherworlders? \u0026nbsp;It seems so, yes. \u0026nbsp;How bizarre.\"\n\n\\\u003eAs the movie goes on, Connie scoots as close to you as she can, cuddling up close and hugging you repeatedly. \u0026nbsp;Occasionally, perhaps accidentally, her hand occasionally brushes past your crotch.\n\n\\\u003eIs she... enjoying the steamier bits of this? \u0026nbsp;It's hard to read her expression under the hat sometimes.\n\n\\\u003eDespite the movie getting graphic at times, it's a legitimately touching romance. \u0026nbsp;Connie sniffles a few times throughout it, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't tug at your own heartstrings.\n\n\\\u003eThe two of you share a loving smile and embrace again just as the credits roll.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank you for the movie, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You're welcome. \u0026nbsp;Thanks for watching it with me.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe keeps smiling, then glances at the clock.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh... it's getting late. \u0026nbsp;I guess I should turn in for tonight. \u0026nbsp;Do you... want to share my bed...?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe hangs her head bashfully.\n\n\\\u003e\"If you're okay with that, I'd be happy to.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe hesitates for a second, then nods happily.\n\n\\\u003e\"Great! \u0026nbsp;I think it should be big enough for both of us, since... you're not that big compared to me.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe's got a fair point.\n\n\\\u003e\"Let me just change into my sleepwear, and I'll join you, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay. \u0026nbsp;...uh, there's one more thing I need to ask.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What's that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...is it going to make things weird if I sleep naked?\"\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003e\"Nah, you're fine. \u0026nbsp;Do whatever's comfortable for you.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles and heads into her bedroom. \u0026nbsp;Once she's out of sight, you quickly change clothes.\n\n\\\u003eYou make your way to the bed, where Connie is already laying, buried up to her neck in blankets.\n\n\\\u003eHer hat is laying across her face gently.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ready for bed, Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yep, I am.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou lie down next to her and burrow under the covers. \u0026nbsp;Your hand brushes against her soft, warm fur...\n\n\\\u003eShe giggles ever so faintly.\n\n\\\u003e\"If I'm bothering you, please tell me. \u0026nbsp;I could put on some bedclothes if need be...?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't be silly, you don't bother me. \u0026nbsp;I like your fur. \u0026nbsp;It's cozy.\"\n\n\\\u003eThough you can't see it under her hat and the cover of darkness, you're certain that Connie is smiling.\n\n\\\u003eShe cuddles up closer to you, then sighs happily.\n\n\\\u003e\"To think... I finally have you back. \u0026nbsp;It may have been only 10 days, but it felt like a lifetime. \u0026nbsp;Anon, thanks for everything. \u0026nbsp;I love you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Love you too, Connie. \u0026nbsp;Thanks for everything you've done for me.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe snuggles even closer, then yawns.\n\n\\\u003eAfter lying there for a while, asleep, you half wake up. \u0026nbsp;It's hot under these blankets. \u0026nbsp;You subconsciously remove your shirt and pants, then go back to cuddling as close to Connie as you can.\n\n\\\u003eYou wrap an arm around her middle and hold her tight, enjoying her warmth and the pleasant plushness of her midsection.\n\n\\\u003eHer fur feels amazing against your bare skin, lulling you back to sleep.\n\n\\\u003eYou're so tired from the long drive that you don't dream at all.\n\n\\\u003e...you wake up to a vast expanse of white. \u0026nbsp;Momentarily confused, you blink a few times before suddenly realizing what you're seeing:\n\n\\\u003eYou somehow ended up Eye-to-Boob on Connie. \u0026nbsp;She's still asleep, hat resting across her face, judging by the snoring.\n\n\\\u003eHer arms are wrapped around you tightly, and her tail is draped over your side. \u0026nbsp;You gently adjust yourself...\n\n\\\u003eShe grunts in her sleep, then rolls over, releasing her grip. \u0026nbsp;You ease out of bed just as her hat falls off her face; you carefully set it atop her dresser.\n\n\\\u003eTaking care not to wake her, you sneak into the living room.\n\n\\\u003eYou cautiously make your way to the kitchen.\n\n\\\u003eRemembering how much Connie likes your cooking, you decide to make a hearty breakfast.\n\n\\\u003eOr... you want to do that, anyway.\n\n\\\u003eSeems like she hasn't been grocery shopping in a while. \u0026nbsp;Her fridge is almost barren, with only a pack of bacon, some eggs, and assorted drinks remaining.\n\n\\\u003eAh well. \u0026nbsp;It'll do.\n\n\\\u003eYou start frying up the bacon, recalling that she said she preferred hers more rare. \u0026nbsp;You don't skimp on cooking the eggs, however. \u0026nbsp;Don't wanna risk making her sick, after all.\n\n\\\u003eDespite you being as quiet as possible, you hear Connie get up. \u0026nbsp;She soon makes her way into the kitchen, yawning and sniffing the air. \u0026nbsp;She's already dressed in her coat and hat, unsurprisingly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Aww, you're making breakfast on your first morning here? \u0026nbsp;Anon, you should've let me treat you, not the other way around!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't mind at all. \u0026nbsp;Go ahead and eat, I fixed you a plate.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe grabs the food and gasps.\n\n\\\u003e\"You even remembered that I like mine less done?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe sets the plate down and embraces you tightly.\n\n\\\u003e\"You're the best, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe takes a seat at the table, and begins eating. \u0026nbsp;By the time your food finishes cooking, she's already cleaned her plate.\n\n\\\u003eGood to know she hasn't changed a bit in the short time you were away.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, what's on the agenda today, Connie?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... I had a meeting with my employer yesterday. \u0026nbsp;Nothing serious, thankfully, but she gave us today off while SOMEBODY goes through some training exercises.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm. \u0026nbsp;My colleague, Bonnie, got boozed up on an assignment and caused some issues. \u0026nbsp;So, my employer is probably throwing the book at her.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;Well, at least we have today free.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Exactly. \u0026nbsp;What do you want to do? \u0026nbsp;Gosh, you must have so many things on your mind, this being your first full day in Elsewhere...!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles excitedly, tail wagging.\n\n\\\u003e\"How about a tour of the city?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ooh, that could be fun. \u0026nbsp;I know some nice places we can go...\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie suddenly seems to remember something.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh! \u0026nbsp;Anon, wait here.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe dashes off and soon returns with something under her arm.\n\n\\\u003e\"I got you a gift too.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe hands it over...\n\n\\\u003eIt's a cookbook titled Elsewhere's Finest Recipes.\n\n\\\u003e\"Do you like it? \u0026nbsp;I know you enjoy cooking...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I love it. \u0026nbsp;Thanks, Connie; maybe I can try making some of your favorites sometime.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles bashfully.\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly finish up breakfast, then get ready to head out on the town.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you're all set, she leads you out onto the street...\n\n\\\u003eElsewhere is much busier in the daylight.\n\n\\\u003ePeople of all shapes and sizes mill about, and cars rush by constantly. \u0026nbsp;Connie beams at you.\n\n\\\u003e\"What do you think?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's a pretty nice city, isn't it?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I love this town. \u0026nbsp;That's why I do what I do!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe continues to smile, placing her hands on your shoulders.\n\n\\\u003e\"There's so much to see, I don't know where to start. \u0026nbsp;What's something you'd like to see, Anon? \u0026nbsp;If you can name it, Elsewhere probably has it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Is that so?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, this town's got all sorts of hotspots. \u0026nbsp;We're a regular metropolis!\"\n\n\\\u003eCertainly seems that way. \u0026nbsp;Everywhere you look, the city spreads as far as you can see.\n\n\\\u003eYou can tell this tour is gonna be an all day event.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, where should we start, Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I... have no idea. \u0026nbsp;I wouldn't even know where to begin in a town this big.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie chuckles and squeezes your shoulders gently.\n\n\\\u003e\"I understand. \u0026nbsp;It's overwhelming, your first time in Elsewhere. \u0026nbsp;How about... hm. \u0026nbsp;I'm not sure where to begin myself, actually!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe puts a hand to her chin in thought.\n\n\\\u003eAs she thinks, a rather skittish-looking calico cat approaches, looking down at some sort of PDA. \u0026nbsp;She wears a long lab coat and a tight fitting black shirt bearing the logo DDA. \u0026nbsp;Before you can say anything, she runs into Connie.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oof! \u0026nbsp;Sorry, about- oh, hi, Marnie! \u0026nbsp;How are you enjoying the day off?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe frazzled looking feline adjusts her glasses and smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, h-hi there, Connie. \u0026nbsp;I'm d-doing okay, I guess. \u0026nbsp;Just t-trying to catch up on s-some... what is that?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe frowns down at you, looking over her glasses. \u0026nbsp;She looks more confused than anything. \u0026nbsp;Suddenly, comprehension dawns on her face.\n\n\\\u003e\"Are you... a human?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod, and she lets out a startled laugh not unlike a normal cat yowling.\n\n\\\u003e\"W-well then. \u0026nbsp;Nice to m-meet you, uh...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon. You're... Marnie, right?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"A-Anon. \u0026nbsp;Yes, that's m-me, Marnie F-Felenis... I've never m-met a human before...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe looks and sounds rather nervous; her voice wavering uncertainly.\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles patiently.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, Marnie is one of my colleagues. \u0026nbsp;She handles the more technical work. \u0026nbsp;Checking phone records, security footage, that sort of thing.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe cat nods, tail and ears fidgeting.\n\n\\\u003e\"T-that's right. \u0026nbsp;I'm l-lucky to work with someone so n-n-nice...\"\n\n\\\u003eMarnie smiles sheepishly, and grabs her long tail. \u0026nbsp;She quickly removes her glasses and wipes the lenses with her tail, then places them back on her nose with an awkward smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hang on. \u0026nbsp;How do so many of you... Otherworlders know about humans? \u0026nbsp;I hadn't heard of your people until I met Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eMarnie laughs nervously again.\n\n\\\u003e\"We've known a-about humans for s-several years now... w-we're just f-fuzzy on the specifics. \u0026nbsp;H-heheh...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...are all Otherworlders so tall?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"M-most of us, yes. \u0026nbsp;I-I've met a few p-people around y-your height.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;Connie and I were gonna take a tour around town; do you have any suggestions for where to go first?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"O-oh... maybe... I've always liked t-the Blue Sky Tower...? \u0026nbsp;M-maybe you'd enjoy s-seeing Elsewhere f-from a birds-eye v-view.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That sounds pretty neat, thank you, Marnie.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles, and Connie returns the favor.\n\n\\\u003e\"Good idea, Marnie; I didn't even think about the Tower. \u0026nbsp;I'm sure Anon will love it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"N-no problem, C-Connie. \u0026nbsp;G-glad to help...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe fidgets with her glasses as she trails off.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, let's get moving, Connie. \u0026nbsp;Thanks for the tip, Marnie.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"O-oh! \u0026nbsp;Y-you're welcome... hope y-you two have f-fun.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie beams at her friend.\n\n\\\u003e\"Have a good day, Marnie. \u0026nbsp;Don't let those nerves get to you.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe cat nods and smiles awkwardly, then wanders off, frowning at her PDA.\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you and Connie set off for the massive Tower.\n\n\\\u003eIt's a decent walk, but not unbearable.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, how long has that tunnel to my world been around?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hm? \u0026nbsp;Oh, the Door? \u0026nbsp;It's been there for... a while now, I think. \u0026nbsp;Not sure exactly how long.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"WHY is it there?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie shrugs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Beats me. \u0026nbsp;It's an unsolved mystery.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Is the Otherworld in contact with our world?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"No... no, we aren't. \u0026nbsp;Some of us venture into your world, and we very rarely get humans here, but it seems that humans aren't aware of our world.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...could the two worlds ever fully meet? \u0026nbsp;Coexist?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...I don't know. \u0026nbsp;There have been cases of Otherworlders who went into your world... and never came back. \u0026nbsp;The popular theory is that frightened humans may have... well.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou get the gist.\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;I hope you know I'm not afraid of your people.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie wraps an arm around you as you continue to walk.\n\n\\\u003e\"I know, and I appreciate that.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"In fact, it seems like some of your people are afraid of me.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hm? \u0026nbsp;Oh, Marnie? \u0026nbsp;She has anxiety issues. \u0026nbsp;She wasn't afraid of you, I promise.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Good. \u0026nbsp;I felt kinda bad; I thought maybe I was coming off as threatening or something.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"No, you were fine.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles at you, then carefully adjusts her hat, the wind having blown it back a bit.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a rather uneventful walk, you finally arrive at the Tower.\n\n\\\u003eIt's... absolutely gargantuan. \u0026nbsp;Far bigger than you imagined.\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles and gestures grandly.\n\n\\\u003e\"This is the Sky Blue Tower, one of our greatest tourist attractions. \u0026nbsp;...I'm a little embarrassed I didn't think to come here first, actually. \u0026nbsp;Anyway, you can see all of Elsewhere from up there! \u0026nbsp;It's breathtaking, even if you live here.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, let's go check it out.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe nods and starts to enter the tower...\n\n\\\u003eThen a rogue gust of wind blows her hat off.\n\n\\\u003eConnie's silver eyes widen, and she quickly starts trying to hide her face.\n\n\\\u003e\"C-catch it, Anon, please!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe wide brimmed hat floats lazily on the wind, and you chase after it.\n\n\\\u003eIt takes quite a bit of running, but you eventually manage to reclaim the lost headwear.\n\n\\\u003eYou walk back to the Tower, panting.\n\n\\\u003eConnie stands by the entrance, a hand over her face and tears running down her snout.\n\n\\\u003e\"I caught it, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe lets out a cry of happiness and snatches it from you, immediately replacing it on her head. \u0026nbsp;She sighs in relief.\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I thought I'd lose it. \u0026nbsp;Thank you, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou wordlessly embrace her, and she returns the favor, squeezing you tightly.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, the two of you separate, with her wiping her eyes.\n\n\\\u003e\"Let's... let's go inside, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod, and the two of you enter the Tower.\n\n\\\u003eAfter buying two tickets, you board the massive elevator in the center of the Tower.\n\n\\\u003eLarge windows show just how high your ride is taking you. \u0026nbsp;It's... it's a pretty long way up.\n\n\\\u003eIt's a good thing you're not afraid of heights.\n\n\\\u003eYou soon arrive at a large lounge at the top of the Tower.\n\n\\\u003eThe lounge is rather busy, with quite a few Otherworlders of varying species hanging around.\n\n\\\u003eThere are dogs, cats, rabbits...\n\n\\\u003eAnd two familiar foxes.\n\n\\\u003eTrip elbows Dub and waves at you, then runs over.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ey! \u0026nbsp;If it isn't Anon. \u0026nbsp;And who's this fine lady?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles and shakes Trip's hand.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm Connie. \u0026nbsp;Nice to meet you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Trip. \u0026nbsp;Likewise. \u0026nbsp;So, YOU'RE the one ol' Anon was pinin' for, eh? \u0026nbsp;Yeah, I see it. \u0026nbsp;Glad you two was able to reunite.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I owe it to you guys. \u0026nbsp;If you hadn't shown me how to get here, I'd never have made it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey, think nothin' of it. \u0026nbsp;DUB! \u0026nbsp;Get over here, ya big lug.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe bulky fellow wanders over and grins.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... hey there, Anon. \u0026nbsp;And, uh...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Connie. \u0026nbsp;You must be Dub, right?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... yeah, that's me!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's nice to meet you both. \u0026nbsp;How did you two meet Anon? \u0026nbsp;Seems like you know him.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip grins.\n\n\\\u003e\"We helped him find Elsewhere. \u0026nbsp;He ran into us while we were coming home from some... business in the human world.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, thank you for your kindness. \u0026nbsp;I hope you know how happy you've made us.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe beams and hugs you close; you wrap an arm around her middle.\n\n\\\u003e\"Aww. \u0026nbsp;You two are 'bout as sweet as sugar, y'know that?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe four of you chat for a while longer, then you all meander over to the windows.\n\n\\\u003eElsewhere is a massive, massive city. \u0026nbsp;It's positively beautiful from up here.\n\n\\\u003eSo clean and well maintained, too. \u0026nbsp;Far neater than any big city you've been in.\n\n\\\u003eConnie pats you on the shoulder.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well? \u0026nbsp;What do you think?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What do I think? \u0026nbsp;It's gorgeous. \u0026nbsp;Thanks for bringing me up here.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles again, her tail wagging happily.\n\n\\\u003eDub grins.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... I've always liked this view.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Me too, heh.\"\n\n\\\u003eWhile your group admires the view, a thought comes to mind.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey, you guys wanna exchange numbers? \u0026nbsp;It'll be nice to keep in touch.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh? \u0026nbsp;Sure thing, pal. \u0026nbsp;It'll be nice to have some non-Dub conversations, heh.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... hey!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Just kiddin', loverboy.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two foxes jot down their numbers and pass them to you, and you and Connie do the same.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks, guys. \u0026nbsp;Is there anywhere you two suggest Connie and I go next?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, I dunno about you two, but I know where I'M headed: the bar, heh.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, there's one here?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yep, on the other side'a the lounge. \u0026nbsp;C'mon, why don't you two join us?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou look to Connie, and she nods with a smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"Sounds fun, Trip. \u0026nbsp;Thanks for inviting us.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't mention it, sweetheart.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe four of you grab a table in the lounge, and you head up to the bar.\n\n\\\u003eThe bartender, apparently a wolf or something similar, immediately catches you off guard. \u0026nbsp;She's clad in a blue suit...\n\n\\\u003eAnd has blue fur. \u0026nbsp;She grins rather maniacally.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey there, human! \u0026nbsp;What can I getcha?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...\"\n\n\\\u003eOkay, you have to ask.\n\n\\\u003e\"...what's with the blue?\"\n\n\\\u003eHer smile doesn't falter at all.\n\n\\\u003e\"Blue's just my color, gah-hah! \u0026nbsp;This is Sky Blue Tower, after all.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"But how did you get blue fur?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Dye. \u0026nbsp;Lots of it, too, gah-hah!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou begin to suspect she may be sampling her own wares...\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright then... uh, what do you recommend?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe puts a hand to her chin, smile fading slightly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmm. \u0026nbsp;For you... tell ya what. \u0026nbsp;I'll make you my signature drink: the Golden Apple. \u0026nbsp;Sound good?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... what is it, exactly?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe chuckles.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's a secret recipe! \u0026nbsp;But, if ya don't trust me, I can just give you something out of the tap...\"\n\n\\\u003eSurely a bartender in a public place wouldn't poison you...?\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay, I'll bite.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer grin widens to a frankly worrying degree.\n\n\\\u003e\"Great! \u0026nbsp;Gimme a minute...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe ducks beneath the counter, and returns with several bottles. \u0026nbsp;She deftly mixes the contents of them, eventually producing a drink with a deep blue hue.\n\n\\\u003e\"Viola!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...I thought it was called the Golden Apple? \u0026nbsp;This isn't gold...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That's part of the surprise, gah-hah! \u0026nbsp;Hope you enjoy, human. \u0026nbsp;Lemme know if you want another.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay, thanks. \u0026nbsp;What do I owe you?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe scoffs and waves a hand dismissively.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's on the house. \u0026nbsp;Welcome to Elsewhere.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shrug and make your way back to your table. \u0026nbsp;Connie smiles warmly at you.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's an... interesting drink. \u0026nbsp;What is it?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"A Golden Apple, apparently?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hm. \u0026nbsp;Well, I hope it's good.\"\n\n\\\u003eSo do you.\n\n\\\u003e...you're torn. \u0026nbsp;This drink does look rather ominous...\n\n\\\u003eBut also oddly inviting? \u0026nbsp;You glance back over at the bartender, who is now grinning at another patron.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Connie, do you suppose this is safe to drink? \u0026nbsp;That bartender is giving me weird vibes...\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie leans in and inspects the drink.\n\n\\\u003e\"...seems safe to me. \u0026nbsp;I doubt she'd try anything funny in a public place anyway.\"\n\n\\\u003eThat's good enough for you. \u0026nbsp;You take a sip...\n\n\\\u003e...the flavor is nearly indescribable.\n\n\\\u003eYou can only think that it tastes... chaotic. \u0026nbsp;A ton of different flavors combine in frankly bizarre ways.\n\n\\\u003eIt's not at all unpleasant, though. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eA grin spreads across your face, and you see the bartender fist pump triumphantly out of the corner of your eye.\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"I guess it's good, then?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod and slide your glass over to her. \u0026nbsp;She hesitates, then takes a drink.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ooh... this is weird. \u0026nbsp;I kind of like it, though? \u0026nbsp;I may have to get one of these.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip and Dub eye up the drink as well.\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh. \u0026nbsp;I come here all the time, and I ain't seen one of them before.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... I have...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh? \u0026nbsp;When've you seen a drink like that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I, uh... that bartender worked at the same club I do for a while.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh. \u0026nbsp;Well, that explains it. \u0026nbsp;She ain't been here long.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie politely excuses herself, then returns with her own drink.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I can see what you meant about the bartender. \u0026nbsp;She seems a bit out there.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe shrugs and takes a sip of her drink. \u0026nbsp;You take another swig of yours as well.\n\n\\\u003eTrip and Dub eventually head over and get their own drinks, both of them eyeing the blue concoction curiously.\n\n\\\u003eAfter several trips to the bar, you're having quite a nice time.\n\n\\\u003eYou vaguely wonder how much alcohol is in just one of those Golden Apples...\n\n\\\u003eNo matter how many times you go back, the bartender continues to grin and mix up the same blue concoction.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, you and your companions are all pretty tipsy. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eDub chuckles about nothing in particular.\n\n\\\u003eTrip seems to get sentimental.\n\n\\\u003e\"I remember the foist time I laid eyes on my Dub...\"\n\n\\\u003eYou tune her reminiscing out, occasionally smiling and nodding when appropriate.\n\n\\\u003eConnie is the only one of you who seems to have any of her usual composure. \u0026nbsp;Though you can't help but notice her relaxing a bit more than earlier.\n\n\\\u003eYou yourself try to keep things together, but...\n\n\\\u003eConnie's sitting close enough that you get a little handsy. \u0026nbsp;She doesn't really seem to mind too much, surprisingly.\n\n\\\u003eShe does, however, pointedly stop you when you grab a tit. \u0026nbsp;She doesn't seem mad, she just grabs your hand and gently lays it across your lap.\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles lazily.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm glad we came here. \u0026nbsp;I'm enjoying this more than I expected to. \u0026nbsp;A nice view, some new friends, some nice drinks... and you, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe squeezes you tightly, unintentionally(?) pressing your face against her bust.\n\n\\\u003eWhen she lets you go, you stand up and make your way to the bar again.\n\n\\\u003eThe blue-furred bartender still smiles, though this time she narrows her eyes.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey, I don't wanna ruin the fun... but I think you guys have had enough. \u0026nbsp;No offense, and you're not causing any problems, I'm just sayin'.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shrug.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright. \u0026nbsp;Thanks anyway, lady.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"My pleasure, human. \u0026nbsp;Glad you four seem to have enjoyed my little concoction, gah-hah!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, and it's Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright then; my pleasure, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe bows deeply, smile never fading, and you head back to your table.\n\n\\\u003eWhen you sit back down, a burning question strikes.\n\n\\\u003e\"How'd you guys meet, anyway, Trip?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles wistfully, swirling the remnants of her last drink around in its glass.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, ta answer your question, we met on the job. \u0026nbsp;I went ta his club and showed some leg, and the rest is history...\"\n\n\\\u003eThe bouncer grins and nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... then we, uh... worked together for a while...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"In the same office? \u0026nbsp;The same club?\"\n\n\\\u003eHis eyes widen a bit.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... not... really.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip frowns, still swirling her drink. \u0026nbsp;She downs the rest of it in one swig.\n\n\\\u003e\"Look, I ain't gonna lie to ya; Me and Dub were into some serious shit a few years ago. \u0026nbsp;But we ain't like that anymore. \u0026nbsp;We went clean, see? \u0026nbsp;Legit. \u0026nbsp;We're on the level now, and happy there.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, that's good. \u0026nbsp;Hey, you guys wanna sing a drinking song to celebrate? \u0026nbsp;I know a good one, jus' follow my lead.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hop onto the table and wave your arms like a deranged conductor.\n\n\\\u003e\"A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-fo-\"\n\n\\\u003eYou wake up to another faceful of red furred cleavage. \u0026nbsp;Your head is swimming, but you smile anyway, enjoying the view of Connie's-\n\n\\\u003eWait.\n\n\\\u003eConnie's fur is white.\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly raise up slightly, and your heart skips a beat.\n\n\\\u003eYou have no idea what led to it, but somehow you and all three of your companions have ended up in the same bed.\n\n\\\u003eLuckily none of them seem to have woken up yet.\n\n\\\u003eUNluckily... your clothes are on the opposite side of the room, and you're sandwiched tightly between both Connie and Trip's ample racks.\n\n\\\u003eThe vixen's three tails are draped over your side, and Connie's hat is for once not over her face.\n\n\\\u003eYou desperately try to remember what happened. \u0026nbsp;No dice. \u0026nbsp;The last thing that comes to mind was your attempt to start a drinking song.\n\n\\\u003eYou remember looks of sheer horror on the other patrons' faces, grins on your companions'...\n\n\\\u003eAnd a guffaw of glee from some unknown source.\n\n\\\u003eAfter that, your memory is blank.\n\n\\\u003eDespite being groggy, you're lucid enough to know that this is a very sensitive situation. \u0026nbsp;You carefully reach back and try to wake Connie up.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, she grunts, then gasps. \u0026nbsp;She whispers.\n\n\\\u003e\"W-what the? \u0026nbsp;Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Shhh... Connie, I'm sorry. \u0026nbsp;I have no idea what happened here. \u0026nbsp;The last thing I remember is trying to lead a drinking song.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe half smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"You remember singing? \u0026nbsp;The last thing I remember is you asking Trip how she met Dub.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe carefully rises out of bed, then realizes she's sans hat... and coat.\n\n\\\u003eConnie quickly covers her chest and face, then gingerly sneaks over to her clothes. \u0026nbsp;When she's dressed, you start to sneak out of the bed...\n\n\\\u003eWith a grunt, Trip unconsciously throws an arm around you, hugging you tightly. \u0026nbsp;A smile spreads across her snout. \u0026nbsp;She mutters in her sleep.\n\n\\\u003e\"There ya are, Dub...\"\n\n\\\u003eYou helplessly look over at Connie, who claps a hand over her mouth in horror.\n\n\\\u003eYou mouth \"what do I do?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe cringes, and eventually whispers:\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't know; just... hang in there. \u0026nbsp;Maybe she'll let go.\"\n\n\\\u003eYour unwitting captor squeezes you tightly, smile lingering on her face.\n\n\\\u003eYou should be trying to figure out how to escape, but...\n\n\\\u003eYou're so sleepy...\n\n\\\u003eYou start to doze off again, when it hits you: where's Dub, exactly?\n\n\\\u003eYou mouth that question to Connie.\n\n\\\u003e\"He's behind Trip. \u0026nbsp;Still asleep.\"\n\n\\\u003e...hang on.\n\n\\\u003eDid you... did you do what you think you did...?\n\n\\\u003eIf so...\n\n\\\u003eDid Dub and Connie...?\n\n\\\u003eYou start to get frustrated with your inability to remember anything.\n\n\\\u003eConnie frowns and puts a hand to her chin. \u0026nbsp;Suddenly, she seems to get an idea.\n\n\\\u003eShe steps forward and yanks on one of Trip's tails. \u0026nbsp;She snarls in her sleep and releases you, swinging a fist towards Connie.\n\n\\\u003eYou immediately take the opportunity to roll out of bed.\n\n\\\u003eYou note with some relief that you're still in your briefs, at the very least.\n\n\\\u003eMaybe nothing happened after all?\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly get dressed, and Connie leads you into the living room.\n\n\\\u003eOnce there, the both of you sigh in relief.\n\n\\\u003eA note sits on the table, written in blue ink.\n\n\\\u003e\"Wow, you guys sure can party! \u0026nbsp;You all sang so loud you ran everyone off. \u0026nbsp;Then, the wolf lady (didn't get your name, sorry!) asked me to walk you guys home. \u0026nbsp;Please drink responsibly next time, gah-hah! -C\"\n\n\\\u003eThe handwriting is frankly garbage, with the signature letter being almost illegible.\n\n\\\u003eConnie huffs and shrugs.\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't remember that, but I suppose it must've happened.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou grimace.\n\n\\\u003e\"Do you think anything... happened?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...I don't think so, no.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Phew. \u0026nbsp;Me neither. \u0026nbsp;I still had my briefs on.\"\n\n\\\u003e...you really hope nothing happened. \u0026nbsp;You wouldn't dream of betraying Connie like that.\n\n\\\u003eAwkward as it is... you'd rather be sure that nothing happened.\n\n\\\u003eYou blush and cough in embarrassment.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... C-Connie... I'm gonna check and make sure nothing happened. \u0026nbsp;You... you may wanna do the same?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe pulls her hat firmly over her eyes, then nods slightly.\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you head into the bathroom and disrobe.\n\n\\\u003eYou're relieved to find no sign of red fur...\n\n\\\u003eAnd a bit disappointed to find no signs of white fur either.\n\n\\\u003eOh well. \u0026nbsp;At least nothing happened with you and Trip, apparently.\n\n\\\u003eYou exit the bathroom, and Connie looks over at you. \u0026nbsp;You smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"All clear.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe grins slightly, then passes you and heads into the bathroom herself.\n\n\\\u003eAfter an agonizing wait, she steps back out with a relieved sigh.\n\n\\\u003e\"All clear here.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, the two of you embrace, crisis apparently averted.\n\n\\\u003e\"Phew. \u0026nbsp;Sorry about all this, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Not your fault. \u0026nbsp;It's all fine anyway. \u0026nbsp;Nothing happened.\"\n\n\\\u003e...wait.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hold on. \u0026nbsp;They're still asleep in there. \u0026nbsp;What are we gonna do about that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...hm. \u0026nbsp;I guess just... leave them alone?\"\n\n\\\u003eSounds good to you.\n\n\\\u003e\"...where are we, anyway?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie frowns and examines your surroundings.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I thought this was my apartment, but it's too... disorganized.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou investigate a bit, and find some conclusive evidence:\n\n\\\u003eA framed photo of Trip and Dub, smiling and embracing.\n\n\\\u003e\"This must be one of their places.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Question is: which one, and where exactly IS it?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou continue to investigate a bit...\n\n\\\u003eUpon coming across a black fedora, you conclude that this is Dub's apartment.\n\n\\\u003eThat explains why it's kinda messy and cluttered. \u0026nbsp;He doesn't seem the type to keep things clean.\n\n\\\u003eAs for where exactly it's located...\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay, from what I can see out the window... I think we're on the other side of town from my apartment. \u0026nbsp;...I thought the note said that the bartender walked us home, and that it was my idea? \u0026nbsp;Maybe Trip chimed in or something.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie frowns and rubs the back of her head.\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't like forgetting stuff like this. \u0026nbsp;Remind me not to deal with blue bartenders again.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Same here.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...should we just... leave?\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore you can give an answer, the door to the bedroom opens up. \u0026nbsp;Trip staggers out, rubbing her forehead and clad only in her bra and panties.\n\n\\\u003e\"...the hell happened last n-\"\n\n\\\u003eShe blinks in shock at seeing you, then hastily wraps her tails around herself.\n\n\\\u003e\"W-what the...? \u0026nbsp;Anon? \u0026nbsp;Connie?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou both nod.\n\n\\\u003e\"...how much did I drink last night?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles sympathetically.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm not sure, but we all blacked out, apparently. \u0026nbsp;What's the last thing you remember, Trip?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox frowns, rubbing her temples.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... Anon hopped up on the table and started singing... everyone got up and left but us... Dub hit on the bartender and I knocked one'a her teeth out, I think...?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie blinks a few times at the last bit, and Trip grins.\n\n\\\u003e\"Gotcha. \u0026nbsp;Nah, the last thing I remember is tellin' the blue dame how to get ta Dub's place. \u0026nbsp;Seemed like a good idea at the time.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;Well, uh... we can go, if you want.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox scoffs.\n\n\\\u003e\"C'mon now. \u0026nbsp;We're friends here, ain't we? \u0026nbsp;Make yourselves cozy. \u0026nbsp;I'll go wake the big bum up and we'll have breakfast.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip heads back into the bedroom. After a while, she and Dub emerge, fully dressed. \u0026nbsp;He looks rather alarmed.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...! \u0026nbsp;I remember, uh... I hugged Connie and, uh... may have copped a feel. \u0026nbsp;Sorry 'bout that...\"\n\n\\\u003eThe shewolf clears her throat, but smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks for the apology Dub. \u0026nbsp;I appreciate it. \u0026nbsp;Is that the last thing you remember?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... no. \u0026nbsp;The blue dame asked me for a pen... then I uh... passed out.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hm. \u0026nbsp;So if we string it all together... we chased everyone out of the lounge by singing, I asked the bartender to walk us home, Trip gave her directions to Dub's apartment, and Dub gave her a pen to write this note with. \u0026nbsp;And now, here we are.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip whistles.\n\n\\\u003e\"Whoa, you some kinda detective or somethin'?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie beams.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, I am.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh. \u0026nbsp;Well, good for you! \u0026nbsp;I shoulda guessed by the getup, heh.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two ladies smile at one another, and Dub grins and tips his hat at you.\n\n\\\u003eTrip grins for a little while longer, then clears her throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Eh, anyway... howzabout I fix us some breakfast? \u0026nbsp;You guys hungry?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou and Connie nod politely, and Dub speaks up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... I'm starvin', Trip.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles and chuckles.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm sure ya are, you big goon.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe motions for everyone to follow her, then heads into the kitchen.\n\n\\\u003eIt's a mess in here. \u0026nbsp;Does Dub ever clean anything up?\n\n\\\u003eDespite the total lack of organization, Trip deftly maneuvers about the kitchen, throwing together a decent breakfast.\n\n\\\u003eShe whistles a jazzy tune as she does so, and Dub taps his claws on the table rhythmically.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, Connie; yer a detective, huh?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, I am; I work at Drakewing Detective Agency.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ohh! \u0026nbsp;DDA's a pretty classy joint, ain't it?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well...\"\n\n\\\u003eThe vixen holds up a hand.\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't worry about it, heh. \u0026nbsp;I know what that 'well' means.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... you don't happen ta know a fella named, uh......\"\n\n\\\u003eDub seems to lose his train of thought, much to Trip's frustration.\n\n\\\u003e\"A fella named what, Dub? \u0026nbsp;Now ya got me curious.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... it ended with an O....?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip drops a fork she was carrying.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Dub. \u0026nbsp;Are you talkin' about Uno?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe grins and nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah! \u0026nbsp;That's it, uh... Uno!\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie frowns a bit.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, I've dealt with him a few times before... why do you ask?\"\n\n\\\u003e...you don't like where this is going.\n\n\\\u003e\"Who's Uno?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie continues to frown.\n\n\\\u003e\"...he's an infamous conman who's been operating in Elsewhere for a few years now. \u0026nbsp;I just busted one of his scams the other day. \u0026nbsp;What I want to know is: how do you two know him?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip looks a bit nervous, but Dub doesn't seem to pick up on Connie's attitude.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... we used ta work with Uno, right, Trip?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe three-tailed vixen glares at her boyfriend, then sighs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Welp, seeing as ol' two-tail can't keep his yap shut, I can't exactly deny it. \u0026nbsp;Yeah, we used ta work with the lil slimeball.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...please, go on.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...Connie. \u0026nbsp;I wanna level with you again. \u0026nbsp;Me and Dub? \u0026nbsp;We're clean now. \u0026nbsp;We cut ties with the likes'a Uno. \u0026nbsp;Last time I talked to the lil' jerk was probably... 3 or 4 years ago.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie continues to sit silently, hat obscuring her eyes.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Look, I don't know what else you wanna hear. \u0026nbsp;We worked with some bad people. \u0026nbsp;We did some bad shit. \u0026nbsp;We got sick of it, so we went legit. \u0026nbsp;That's it, end of story, capiche?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie slowly rises from her chair, face unreadable.\n\n\\\u003e\"...ya... ya ain't mad, are ya...?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe white wolf silently approaches Trip, who starts to look increasingly concerned.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Connie? \u0026nbsp;Y-yer starting to worry me here.\"\n\n\\\u003eUpon reaching Trip, Connie suddenly embraces her. \u0026nbsp;The vixen lets out a shocked squawk.\n\n\\\u003e\"...it's so refreshing to hear that someone in your position went clean, Trip. \u0026nbsp;It's usually the opposite, sadly. \u0026nbsp;Someone who once followed the law... falling into criminal activity.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip smiles genuinely, and wraps her arms around the detective.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks. \u0026nbsp;That's, ah... that's really nice of you to be so... acceptin'. \u0026nbsp;A lotta folks treat us a bit different when they hear about our past.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I wouldn't do that to you two. \u0026nbsp;You've given me no reason to.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip looks over at you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Whattabout you, Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'll be honest. \u0026nbsp;I would probably have never found Elsewhere without you guys. \u0026nbsp;You've been nothing but nice to me, and patient too. \u0026nbsp;I consider you guys my friends, and your past changes nothing.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip smiles, a few tears welling up in her eyes.\n\n\\\u003e\"...thank you. \u0026nbsp;Anon, I hope ya know we consider you a friend too. \u0026nbsp;Connie, same fer you. \u0026nbsp;You guys? \u0026nbsp;Yer alright. \u0026nbsp;Yer good people.\"\n\n\\\u003eDub nods in agreement.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... yeah. \u0026nbsp;Everything she said.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie releases Trip, and returns to her seat.\n\n\\\u003eYou wipe a little sweat from your brow.\n\n\\\u003e...why didn't Connie just say that from the table? \u0026nbsp;You thought she was about to cuff someone.\n\n\\\u003eOh well.\n\n\\\u003eTrip returns to her cooking, and is soon whistling again.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, she serves up breakfast.\n\n\\\u003e\"There ya go; hope you like it.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou glance at the food on your plate. \u0026nbsp;Seems to be homemade pancakes? \u0026nbsp;Trip probably had to cobble the batter together from whatever ingredients Dub had handy.\n\n\\\u003eThey...\n\n\\\u003eThey're pretty ugly looking, if you're honest.\n\n\\\u003eBut, you don't want to be rude to your hostess!\n\n\\\u003eYou take a bite...\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eThey're... good? \u0026nbsp;Much better than the uneven, lumpy appearance suggested.\n\n\\\u003eYou smile and nod, and Trip grins again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ha! \u0026nbsp;I still got it.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou turn to see that Connie has already cleaned her plate, true to form.\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles sheepishly.\n\n\\\u003eAfter finishing your own plate, you smile at your new friends.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks for the breakfast, guys.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"No problem, Anon. \u0026nbsp;Thanks fer hangin' with us, even after learnin' about... our old job. \u0026nbsp;...and, ah... after whatever the hell happened last night.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou stand up and hug Trip. \u0026nbsp;Dub laughs and joins in.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... yer welcome back whenever, Anon. \u0026nbsp;Yer alright! \u0026nbsp;Same, uh... with you, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe wolf hops up and joins the group hug. \u0026nbsp;Trip quietly wraps one of her tails around each of you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Heheh. \u0026nbsp;It ain't every day ya make new pals like you two. \u0026nbsp;C'mon back whenever, we'll paint the town red.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe group hug continues for a while, then you all awkwardly break apart, smiling.\n\n\\\u003eYou and Connie bid the foxes farewell, then make your way out of Dub's place.\n\n\\\u003eAs you exit his apartment complex, Connie smiles, a hand to her chin.\n\n\\\u003e\"You know what, Anon? \u0026nbsp;They seem like legitimately good people, even considering that they used to work with the likes of Uno.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I agree. \u0026nbsp;You can't always judge someone by their past.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie wraps an arm around you as you continue to walk.\n\n\\\u003e\"Let's head back to my apartment. \u0026nbsp;I'm sure you want to get cleaned up, right?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, actually. \u0026nbsp;That sounds nice.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie nods, then starts leading the way back to her place.\n\n\\\u003eAs the two of you walk, you chat about your new friends, not really paying attention to where you're going.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, you bump into someone, literally.\n\n\\\u003eWhoever it is, they let out a sharp yowl.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, sorry about that! \u0026nbsp;Are you okay?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou look up...\n\n\\\u003eAnd your heart skips a beat.\n\n\\\u003eStanding before you, his arms around a gray, fluffy cat woman...\n\n\\\u003eIs a human.\n\n\\\u003eHe seems a bit... out of it. \u0026nbsp;The cat speaks up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, sorry, sir. \u0026nbsp;I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe gently hugs her companion close, burying his face in her fur. \u0026nbsp;Not difficult, seeing as she's actually nearly his height. \u0026nbsp;He closes his eyes for a moment, and staggers, then seems to snap back to reality.\n\n\\\u003eHm.\n\n\\\u003eConnie's jaw drops.\n\n\\\u003e\"Are you... actually human?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe dazed fellow nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm... I am.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe cat smiles at him rather... suggestively.\n\n\\\u003e\"Where are my manners? \u0026nbsp;I'm Alyssa. \u0026nbsp;This is my husband, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou and Connie share a look, then speak in unison.\n\n\\\u003e\"HUSBAND?\"\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa smiles, again hugging the man.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, husband.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie stammers.\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I've never... I've never seen a human/Otherworlder marriage before. \u0026nbsp;N-not that there's anything wrong with it! \"\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa smiles serenely, then casually buries her Anon's face in her fur again.\n\n\\\u003e\"You two seem to be nice people. \u0026nbsp;Are you dating?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie pulls her hat down sheepishly, and you blush. \u0026nbsp;The cat chuckles.\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;Well, if you don't mind my asking, what are your names?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe beams at her husband.\n\n\\\u003e\"Did you hear that, honey? \u0026nbsp;Anon must be a common name in your world. \u0026nbsp;For the sake of avoiding confusion... you can call my husband Aster.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe man nods drowsily, then seems to slip into unconsciousness, much to you and Connie's concern.\n\n\\\u003e\"M-Ma'am? \u0026nbsp;Is he alright?\"\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa chuckles and gently picks her husband up.\n\n\\\u003e\"He's fine, thank you. \u0026nbsp;Just needs to sit down for a moment.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... you two are welcome to come to my apartment.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe cat smiles, and you set off on your way.\n\n\\\u003eSoon, you make it to Connie's apartment. \u0026nbsp;Alyssa gently lays Aster on the couch, smiling at him lovingly.\n\n\\\u003e...what a strange situation. \u0026nbsp;How is she so calm?\n\n\\\u003e\"Are you sure he's alright, Alyssa?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm~ \u0026nbsp;He's fine. \u0026nbsp;He'll wake up soon enough. \u0026nbsp;Thank you for the concern, though.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie looks over him with a frown.\n\n\\\u003e\"What... happened?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"My Aster has a... condition. \u0026nbsp;It's nothing major, but it is rather rare. \u0026nbsp;We've learned how to deal with it, thankfully~\"\n\n\\\u003eAs if on cue, the human wakes up. \u0026nbsp;He blinks a few times, then sits up, looking around.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mm...? \u0026nbsp;Where are we?\"\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa immediately sits beside him, wrapping her tail around him.\n\n\\\u003e\"We're in miss Connie's apartment, honey. \u0026nbsp;You... had an episode again~\"\n\n\\\u003eFor some reason, he smiles at this, then rises up from the couch.\n\n\\\u003eHe shakes your hand, then Connie's.\n\n\\\u003e\"Sorry I was a bit out of sorts earlier. \u0026nbsp;Thank you for letting us crash here for a little bit.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles, a bit confused.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's no trouble. \u0026nbsp;I hope you're feeling better?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mm? \u0026nbsp;Oh, I'm fine, really.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...well, you and Alyssa are welcome to stay here if you want.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe cat smiles, then walks over, embracing her husband.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why, that's very kind of you, Connie. \u0026nbsp;I don't suppose it'd hurt to stay a while and chat, would it, honey~?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Of course not, dear.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, they sit back down, with Alyssa occasionally flicking her tail right in Aster's face. \u0026nbsp;Not that he seems to mind...\n\n\\\u003eWell, you were kinda looking forward to a nice hot shower, but...\n\n\\\u003eNow you've got this... lovely couple(?) to talk to.\n\n\\\u003eOh well. \u0026nbsp;Might as well try to make small talk.\n\n\\\u003e\"So... how'd you two meet?\"\n\n\\\u003eAster smiles wistfully, Alyssa's tail wrapped around his head.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, I was working some dead-end job in a rough city. \u0026nbsp;I hated it there. \u0026nbsp;Then, one day... Alyssa stepped in. \u0026nbsp;Oh, it was love at first sight...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm... I've been just wild about him ever since~\"\n\n\\\u003eOnce again, she yanks him close, practically smothering him in her long fur.\n\n\\\u003e\"How do you like living here in Elsewhere?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Let me tell you something: the Otherworld is much more enjoyable to live in than our world. \u0026nbsp;I wouldn't go back if you payed me.\"\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa beams.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm so happy my honey loves it here. \u0026nbsp;It's such a nice town, don't you agree, Connie?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, I love Elsewhere.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe cat woman chuckles, just as Aster nearly passes out again.\n\n\\\u003e\"You sure you're alright, pal?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh yeah, I'm fine. \u0026nbsp;Just kinda tired from work, and I of course have a condition...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Understandable.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe grins.\n\n\\\u003e\"Sorry to make you folks worry. \u0026nbsp;That seems to happen a lot when I'm around, ha.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, as long as you're alright, I guess.\"\n\n\\\u003e...something about this situation just feels weird. \u0026nbsp;Maybe it's the fact that Alyssa has practically been giving her husband bedroom eyes the entire time?\n\n\\\u003eOr is it their apparent disregard for what's apparently a rare medical issue?\n\n\\\u003eThey seem nice... but odd.\n\n\\\u003e...curiosity gets the better of you.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, uh... if you don't mind me asking, what kind of condition do you have, Aster?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe man grimaces a bit, then smiles as Alyssa chuckles.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's a rare genetic disorder... more of a quirk, really. \u0026nbsp;My Aster has an unusual sense of smell; it affects him rather strangely at times.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay... what's with the blackouts?\"\n\n\\\u003eAgain, the fellow cringes, only for his wife to laugh nonchalantly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Sometimes particularly strong scents simply... overwhelm him~\"\n\n\\\u003eYou have no idea how a woman can make describing a rare genetic disorder sound seductive, but...\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa says practically everything with a coat of honey, it seems.\n\n\\\u003e\"Does it... hurt to pass out like that?\"\n\n\\\u003eAgain, she answers for him.\n\n\\\u003e\"Not at all~ \u0026nbsp;He simply has to lie down for a moment while he regains his senses. \u0026nbsp;Perfectly harmless~\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay then... glad it's not serious.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Aren't we all~?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe gently wraps her tail around Aster, then leans her weight on him. He chuckles warmly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Say, Anon, Connie; thank you for letting me and my sweet Alyssa hang out for a minute. \u0026nbsp;It's... it's kinda neat to see an actual human in Elsewhere.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Likewise, Aster.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe nods vaguely, then leans against his wife.\n\n\\\u003e\"Say, how about we exchange numbers? \u0026nbsp;It'd be nice to keep in touch.\"\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"That sounds nice~ \u0026nbsp;Perhaps we'll go out for dinner sometime.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly exchange numbers with the couple. \u0026nbsp;Once you do, they rise from Connie's couch.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, it's been fun, but me and Alyssa are gonna head out. \u0026nbsp;Nice to meet you guys.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"You two take care.\"\n\n\\\u003e...a thought hits you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mind if I ask what you guys are doing?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mm, not at all~ \u0026nbsp;We were heading to see a movie. \u0026nbsp;Would you two like to join us?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie seems surprised.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh? \u0026nbsp;W-well... Anon, what do you say?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... what movie is it?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's... some romance film... honey, do you remember what it's called? \u0026nbsp;I'm drawing a blank.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...uh... I think it was called... bah, I don't remember either, dear.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmph.\"\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa actually frowns for the first time, and flicks her tail more roughly in Aster's face.\n\n\\\u003e\"What was it...?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie interjects.\n\n\\\u003e\"Was it... Heart of the West?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe couple both immediately perk up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, that's it! \u0026nbsp;Thanks, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm... I think it looks rather promising~\"\n\n\\\u003eYou look over at Connie, and she shrugs before mouthing:\n\n\\\u003e\"Up to you.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shrug.\n\n\\\u003e\"That sounds fun. \u0026nbsp;We'll meet you guys there in a bit.\"\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa beams at her husband, squeezing him tightly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Did you hear that, honey? \u0026nbsp;Our new friends are coming along!\"\n\n\\\u003eHe nods and mutters a response, then the couple bid you farewell.\n\n\\\u003eOnce they leave, Connie chuckles a bit.\n\n\\\u003e\"What an odd pair.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"No kidding.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh well. \u0026nbsp;I have to say... them being married took me by surprise.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Same here; I didn't even expect a human here, much less a cross-world marriage.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou and Connie share a smile, then she suddenly clears her throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anyway... I suppose we'd better get cleaned up and ready to go. \u0026nbsp;The movie starts soon, I think... the theatre usually shows new movies about this time.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, she dashes into the bathroom. \u0026nbsp;You hear the shower turn on, so you take a seat on the couch.\n\n\\\u003eAs you wait, something catches your attention...\n\n\\\u003eConnie is singing quietly.\n\n\\\u003eYou can't make out the words, but she seems to be enjoying herself in there. \u0026nbsp;You smile and just listen until she emerges, clean and clad in her usual getup.\n\n\\\u003e\"Nice singing.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"W-what singing? \u0026nbsp;I don't know what you're talking about...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe grins sheepishly, pulling her hat down.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh-huh. \u0026nbsp;Suuuure.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe continues to grin, then laughs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay, okay. \u0026nbsp;I heard it on the radio the other day and can't get it out of my head.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You were doing great.\"\n\n\\\u003eIt's amazing how you can tell when she's blushing under that fur and hat.\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you quickly get ready to head out.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you're all set, you and Connie set out for the theatre.\n\n\\\u003eAs you walk to the theatre, you and Connie chat.\n\n\\\u003e\"What's this supposed to be about anyway?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah... I think it's supposed to be one of those 'based on a true story' romance things. \u0026nbsp;Something about a human and an Otherworlder meeting back in the western days? \u0026nbsp;I don't know how historically accurate that is, myself.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shrug.\n\n\\\u003eBefore long, you arrive at the theatre. \u0026nbsp;Alyssa and Aster are already waiting in the lobby.\n\n\\\u003eShe takes notice of you, and smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, there you are! \u0026nbsp;We already bought our tickets... we'll see you inside~\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, the happy couple head into the theatre proper.\n\n\\\u003eYou and Connie head up and get your tickets. \u0026nbsp;The cashier, a spritely fennec fox, seems awestruck.\n\n\\\u003e\"Whoa! \u0026nbsp;Two interworld couples in one day? \u0026nbsp;Sick! \u0026nbsp;Guess I still got it, huh?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...got what?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe winks.\n\n\\\u003e\"They don't call me Lucky for nothing!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe turns to grab your tickets, and you're caught off guard by the sight of no less than 7 tails. \u0026nbsp;She turns back and hands you your tickets, grinning.\n\n\\\u003e\"Have fun, guys.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you grab two popcorns and head into the movie.\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa and Aster saved you two seats, so you pile in next to your new friends.\n\n\\\u003eYou've missed some previews, but the movie itself hasn't started yet, thankfully.\n\n\\\u003eYou idly look around the theatre...\n\n\\\u003eThere are several couples spread around, and a few single people.\n\n\\\u003eEveryone is fixated on the screen, as is expected.\n\n\\\u003eOh well.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, the movie itself begins...\n\n\\\u003e\"Tencor Films presents... HEART OF THE WEST\"\n\n\\\u003eUnsurprisingly, the \"human\" lead is played by an Otherworlder...\n\n\\\u003eMore specifically, a hairless cat.\n\n\\\u003eBlech.\n\n\\\u003eWell... you can't really blame the Otherworlders for not having a human actor handy. \u0026nbsp;Seems your kind are rare here.\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly grow bored of the movie.\n\n\\\u003eThe faux southern accents are just too much. \u0026nbsp;You can't get into this.\n\n\\\u003eYou glance over at your companions...\n\n\\\u003eConnie is obviously invested, watching intently and occasionally mouthing the female lead's lines.\n\n\\\u003eAlyssa seems far more concerned with Aster than with the film. \u0026nbsp;She practically sits on top of him, stroking his hair and smiling lovingly.\n\n\\\u003eHe seems rather interested in the movie, surprisingly.\n\n\\\u003eYou roll your eyes and look back to the screen.\n\n\\\u003eIt's apparently supposed to be a cold night.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why, Stranger, ain't ya cold with no fur?\"\n\n\\\u003eSubconsciously, apparently, Connie scoots close to you.\n\n\\\u003eShe then yanks you into a tight, warm embrace.\n\n\\\u003eYou wonder with a smile if she's concerned about YOUR lack of fur.\n\n\\\u003eAs if answering your unasked question, she pulls you even closer, wrapping her arms around you tightly.\n\n\\\u003eNot that you mind.\n\n\\\u003eYou're not too invested in this movie, might as well enjoy something.\n\n\\\u003eYou hug Connie back, squeezing her. \u0026nbsp;She smiles, but continues to watch the movie.\n\n\\\u003e...making sure your friends aren't watching, you quickly slip a hand under Connie's rear.\n\n\\\u003eShe lets out a little yelp, then tears herself away from the movie.\n\n\\\u003e\"A-Anon! \u0026nbsp;That's not very... uh... nevermind.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe trails off with a sheepish smile, then goes back to the movie.\n\n\\\u003eYou can't help but chuckle...\n\n\\\u003eThen gasp when she pulls your own stunt on you.\n\n\\\u003eIt seems you've started a little war.\n\n\\\u003eThroughout the rest of the movie, you and Connie keep teasing one another.\n\n\\\u003eAt first, it's nothing major. \u0026nbsp;You cop a feel every now and again, she retaliates. \u0026nbsp;She leans over and kisses you on the cheek; you run a hand along her side.\n\n\\\u003eBefore long, though...\n\n\\\u003eConnie is no longer paying attention to the movie.\n\n\\\u003eAn almost predatory smile spreads across her face as she becomes considerably less subtle.\n\n\\\u003eThe movie brings up the Stranger's lack of fur again; she pulls you close, \"accidentally\" burying your face in her chest.\n\n\\\u003eShe reaches over, ostensibly to hold your hand, and \"incidentally\" brushes against your crotch.\n\n\\\u003eFor your part, you also get more overt.\n\n\\\u003eWhen you hug her close, you quickly plant a kiss on the end of her snout.\n\n\\\u003eYou \"accidentally\" grab a handful of tit.\n\n\\\u003eBy the time the movie's nearly over, the two of you are practically pawing at each other.\n\n\\\u003eSomehow, someway, Alyssa and Aster don't seem to notice, nor particularly care.\n\n\\\u003eGood. \u0026nbsp;More fun for you.\n\n\\\u003eThings eventually hit their peak when Connie completely catches you off guard...\n\n\\\u003eShe grins again, then slips a hand down your pants.\n\n\\\u003eJust as soon as she's in, she retracts her hand. \u0026nbsp;But, it's enough to get your motor running.\n\n\\\u003eYou casually adjust your wardrobe as she pointedly licks her fingers.\n\n\\\u003eAfter that little display on Connie's part, you decide to get a bit more... overt in your affections.\n\n\\\u003eMaking sure your companions aren't watching, you wink at Connie...\n\n\\\u003eThen manage to work your hand up and under her coat. \u0026nbsp;As soon as your hand gets south, she lets off a little squeal.\n\n\\\u003eYou flinch, but apparently Alyssa is deaf or not paying attention.\n\n\\\u003eWait.\n\n\\\u003eJudging by how far her tongue is down Aster's throat, it's safe to say she's preoccupied.\n\n\\\u003eSo, you begin to tease Connie in earnest. \u0026nbsp;She squirms in her seat, trying to maintain her composure.\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately for her, her light panting gives her away.\n\n\\\u003eHer hat slips backwards a bit as she lightly bucks her hips.\n\n\\\u003eHer silvery eyes are nearly glazed over with desire, no longer paying any mind to the movie.\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't even seem to pay any attention to her eyes being visible.\n\n\\\u003eHer tongue gently flops out of the corner of her mouth as you deftly maneuver your fingers. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eYou feel her tense up considerably...\n\n\\\u003eThen she suddenly seems to snap back into lucidity.\n\n\\\u003eShe hastily adjusts her hat, then gently but firmly lays your hand back across your own lap.\n\n\\\u003eConnie bites her lip for a moment, then sighs in relief.\n\n\\\u003eWith a smile, she pulls you into a proper kiss.\n\n\\\u003eSo much for a boring movie.\n\n\\\u003eWith a sly grin, you catch Connie completely off guard by scooting her onto your lap.\n\n\\\u003eIt's... not easy, considering her size and weight.\n\n\\\u003eOnce she's there, you put both hands to use. \u0026nbsp;One heads back down beneath her coat, the other stays up at her chest.\n\n\\\u003eYou carefully slide your hand into her coat and down to her breasts.\n\n\\\u003eYou note with a chuckle that something you've suspected for a while is indeed true: she doesn't wear a bra.\n\n\\\u003eYou gently run your hand along a furry mound, letting the fingers on your other hand tease her womanhood.\n\n\\\u003eBefore long, your hand meets a stiffening nipple; you gently brush your fingers along it, and Connie jolts upright.\n\n\\\u003eShe trembles gently, tongue again flopping out and hat slipping off.\n\n\\\u003eBefore you can react, her hat falls off entirely, landing atop your head. \u0026nbsp;Her long ears, freed from their confines, twitch wildly. \u0026nbsp;Her long, white hair cascades down her back.\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes glint in the light from the screen.\n\n\\\u003eConnie attempts to say something through her arousal, but succeeds only in breathless moaning.\n\n\\\u003eShe thrusts a shaking hand down your pants, fumbling for your member.\n\n\\\u003eBefore long, the two of you are on the razor's edge...\n\n\\\u003eThen, the credits start to roll.\n\n\\\u003eOh shit.\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly retract your hands, prompting a pitiful whine from Connie. \u0026nbsp;When she realizes what's happening, she gasps and pulls her own hand back. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eShe makes her way back to her seat, then replaces her hat just as Alyssa pulls herself away from Aster.\n\n\\\u003ePhew.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well? \u0026nbsp;Did you two enjoy the movie?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie nods, still trembling and struggling for words.\n\n\\\u003eYou manage to get out a \"yes\", and that seems to satisfy the cat.\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you leave the theatre after bidding your friends farewell.\n\n\\\u003eAs soon as you have some privacy, you plant one hand on Connie's rear. \u0026nbsp;Her tail swishes madly through the air, and a worryingly hungry grin lurks beneath her hat brim.\n\n\\\u003eLuckily, Connie's apartment isn't far from the theatre. \u0026nbsp;You make it there rather quickly.\n\n\\\u003eQuickly enough that she hasn't even lost her toothy smile.\n\n\\\u003eOnce the door is safely closed and locked, she turns to you.\n\n\\\u003eGone is her quiet, polite tone. \u0026nbsp;Instead, Connie speaks with a suggestive voice that would make even Alyssa blush.\n\n\\\u003e\"That wasn't very professional of you, not even finishing what you started~\"\n\n\\\u003eShe licks her lips and advances on you. \u0026nbsp;Once she gets close, she immediately sweeps you off your feet and carries you bodily to her bedroom.\n\n\\\u003eOnce there, she dumps you into the soft mattress. \u0026nbsp;With one fluid movement, Connie flings her coat off, leaving her in nothing but her hat and that snowy white fur.\n\n\\\u003eYou don't have to be told what to do next. \u0026nbsp;You quickly undress as she watches with relish.\n\n\\\u003eAs soon as you discard the last bit of clothing, she literally pounces on you, pinning you down.\n\n\\\u003eThe sheer softness of her fur, the weight and warmth of her body...\n\n\\\u003eIt's enough to get you all ready for what you know is next.\n\n\\\u003eConnie takes the initiative, climbing upwards and laying her weighty, voluminous chest across yours.\n\n\\\u003eBeneath her hat, you see her eyes, burning with silver intensity. \u0026nbsp;She stares, simply resting herself atop you...\n\n\\\u003eThen she leans in.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well? \u0026nbsp;I'm yours~\"\n\n\\\u003eShe winks and kisses you passionately.\n\n\\\u003eYour hands roam all over her back, eventually finding purchase on her plush ass. \u0026nbsp;You gently grab two handfuls and squeeze, prompting a moan to escape her lips.\n\n\\\u003eShe breaks off the kiss, raising up a bit, then again repositions herself...\n\n\\\u003eThen lowers her weighty breasts directly onto your face.\n\n\\\u003eTo her apparent delight, you take advantage of your position by burying your face even deeper in her chest.\n\n\\\u003eShe pants quietly for a moment, then eventually lets her breathing get louder, more intense.\n\n\\\u003eYou hear her chuckle a bit as she slowly slides back down your body. \u0026nbsp;She winks and teasingly drags her tongue along your face as she goes.\n\n\\\u003eOnce she's satisfied with her position, Connie wraps her arms and legs around you before grinding herself against you.\n\n\\\u003eShe sinks into a slow, tantalizing rhythm, letting her eyes meet yours in a white hot gaze.\n\n\\\u003eHer careful rhythm has you aching for release, but she seems determined to pace herself, enjoying the look on your face.\n\n\\\u003eSensing a window of opportunity, you suddenly yank her hat down over her eyes. \u0026nbsp;She growls playfully as she lets her guard down...\n\n\\\u003eAllowing you to turn the tables. \u0026nbsp;You flip her over and scramble on top of the Amazonian shewolf.\n\n\\\u003eOnce on her back, Connie struggles to fix her hat. \u0026nbsp;Eventually, she manages to reveal her eyes, carrying a look of exaggerated anger. \u0026nbsp;She winks and snarls playfully.\n\n\\\u003eNow that you are firmly on top, you take charge.\n\n\\\u003eYou begin deeply massaging her tits, eliciting deep moans and panting.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, you back off, with Connie letting out a pitiable whimper.\n\n\\\u003eYou then arrange yourself so that you could easily penetrate her...\n\n\\\u003eBut rather than do so, you simply tease her. \u0026nbsp;You carefully prod around her slit, with her watching with bated breath.\n\n\\\u003eThrough her panting, she whines.\n\n\\\u003e\"P-please...\"\n\n\\\u003eAs if by fate, her hat falls off once more, exposing every bit of her pleading face.\n\n\\\u003eYou've kept her waiting long enough. \u0026nbsp;You meet her gaze, watching her whine out one last plea.\n\n\\\u003e\"...please...\"\n\n\\\u003eWithout warning, you deftly thrust into her. \u0026nbsp;Immediately, Connie lets out a cry of bliss.\n\n\\\u003eYou lay across her, roughly pumping your hips in a steadily accelerating rhythm.\n\n\\\u003eShe practically melts, losing practically all her composure.\n\n\\\u003eHer shaking hands wrap around you, hugging you tightly against her.\n\n\\\u003eShe presses your face against her, her breasts resting just above your head. \u0026nbsp;Gently, perhaps even unintentionally, her claws rake across your back.\n\n\\\u003eNot deep enough to cut, but enough to, in some way, enhance the raw energy of the scene.\n\n\\\u003eShe soon loses her grip, letting her arms fall to her sides as she pants wordlessly.\n\n\\\u003eYou raise up and again look into her lust-filled eyes. \u0026nbsp;You reach up...\n\n\\\u003eAnd gently stroke her atop the head, running your fingers through her hair.\n\n\\\u003eShe closes her eyes, leaning into your hand with a sigh.\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly let your hand slip down to her ears, then begin scratching them gently.\n\n\\\u003eEyes still closed, she slowly moves her head... and gently bites down on your hand.\n\n\\\u003eIt doesn't hurt, but you can feel how sharp her teeth actually are.\n\n\\\u003eAgain, this isn't enough to deter you from your duty. \u0026nbsp;If anything...\n\n\\\u003eYou feel even more passionate.\n\n\\\u003eYou try to pull your hand away, and Connie growls playfully, gently clamping her jaws down tighter. \u0026nbsp;You eventually manage to reclaim your hand, with her immediately returning to panting rapidly.\n\n\\\u003eWith your now-freed hands, you open her legs wider, granting yourself more freedom to plunge even deeper into her warm body. \u0026nbsp;Her breathing gets even more intense, her moans louder and longer.\n\n\\\u003eShe grabs the blankets of her bed tightly, her fingers digging into the soft cloth as her grip grows more and more tight.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, you feel the finale approaching. \u0026nbsp;You gently take her hands into yours, with her squeezing them tightly.\n\n\\\u003eYou lean in towards her, and she does the same.\n\n\\\u003eYou share a passionate kiss just as the both of you reach your limits.\n\n\\\u003ePure ecstasy floods your mind as you unload within her. \u0026nbsp;Her walls clamp down on you tightly.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then... you pull out.\n\n\\\u003eExhausted, you collapse forwards, landing face to face with Connie, your chin nestled between her heaving breasts.\n\n\\\u003eShe sighs deeply, then eventually manages to speak.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I... love you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I love you too.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, she pulls you into another kiss. \u0026nbsp;You remain lip locked for what feels like an eternity of passion.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you eventually separate, you fully dissolve, laying across her, spent.\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles hazily, her hands gently stroking your back. \u0026nbsp;She takes a deep, shuddering breath.\n\n\\\u003e\"...thank you.\"\n\n\\\u003eSatisfied, and happy that she seems to have enjoyed herself, you simply bask in the warm afterglow of your shared love.\n\n\\\u003eYou reach up and again run your fingers through her hair. \u0026nbsp;This time, she meets your gaze, eyes twinkling with happiness.\n\n\\\u003eShe frowns a bit when you begin to scratch under her chin, and she takes your hand.\n\n\\\u003eShe stares down at the back of your hand, then hugs it close to her cheek, whining.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I... I got too carried away, didn't I?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou notice bite marks in your skin. \u0026nbsp;Not deep enough to cause any damage, or even bleeding, but enough to concern her.\n\n\\\u003eYou use your free hand to gently stroke her face.\n\n\\\u003e\"You didn't hurt me. \u0026nbsp;You didn't get carried away, either. \u0026nbsp;I'm just glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles and nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"You have no idea. \u0026nbsp;T-thank you, Anon. \u0026nbsp;For everything.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe releases your hand, then wraps her arms around you, embracing you warmly.\n\n\\\u003eAs you lay there, wrapped in warmth and comfort, you start to feel drowsy.\n\n\\\u003eJudging by her fluttering eyelids, Connie feels it too.\n\n\\\u003eWith one final, lazy kiss, you drift off into sleep alongside your beloved shewolf.\n\n\\\u003eRather than dream, your mind merely plays back your happiest moments with Connie, as if reminding you what led up to this night.\n\n\\\u003eYou smile in your sleep, and cuddle up even closer to her.\n\n\\\u003eTomorrow was gonna be wonderful, you were sure of it.\n\n\\\u003cConnie\\\u003e\n\n\\\u003eIn her sleep, she heard a familiar voice.\n\n\\\u003eHis voice. \u0026nbsp;Anon's.\n\n\\\u003eHe was talking about how much he loved her. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eHer heart swelled with affection. \u0026nbsp;Connie loved Anon with all her heart, and she hoped he never doubted that.\n\n\\\u003eShe leaned in close and whispered into his ears.\n\n\\\u003e\"I love you, Anon. \u0026nbsp;So much.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe laid her head back down, gently placed her hat over her face, then began dozing back off.\n\n\\\u003eJudging by him cuddling closer, Connie was certain Anon had heard her through his dreams.\n\n\\\u003eShe hugged him close.\n\n\\\u003eShe never wanted this to end; she wanted to hold him tightly for the rest of her life.\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eWith a pleasant idea slowly forming in her mind, Connie slipped off into her dreams, confessions of love still lingering on her lips.\n\n\\\u003eShe knew tomorrow would be a busy day; Director Hoardwell had only given her the one day off, after all.\n\n\\\u003ePerhaps Anon could come to the office with her...?\n\n\\\u003eFailing that... she could still spend some time with him in the afternoon.\n\n\\\u003eEither way, she slept soundly, assured of their mutual love for one another.\n\n\\\u003cAnon\\\u003e\n\n\\\u003eEventually, your reminiscing gives way to a proper dream...\n\n\\\u003eYou stand at the head of a church packed with smiling Otherworlders, including Trip, Dub, Alyssa, and Aster.\n\n\\\u003eYou brush a speck of dust off your tuxedo, then smile as the rear doors open up...\n\n\\\u003eAnd out she steps.\n\n\\\u003eConnie slowly advances down the aisle, resplendent in her snow white dress.\n\n\\\u003eTears of happiness glimmer in her silver eyes, and you feel yourself shed a few as well.\n\n\\\u003eShe reaches the altar, and the two of you are pronounced man and wife.\n\n\\\u003eTo the sounds of cheering, you kiss her lovingly and embrace her tightly.\n\n\\\u003eFinally, the two of you can be happy together...\n\n\\\u003eForever.\n\n\\\u003eA smile creeps across your face subconsciously as your dream unfolds. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eYou wonder if your marriage would be as happy and loving as Alyssa and Aster's...?\n\n\\\u003eOf course it would. \u0026nbsp;You love Connie, and she loves you.\n\n\\\u003eAssured of this, you cuddle up closer to her, enjoying her warm, soft fur.\n\n\\\u003eYour dream continues, toying with the idea of...\n\n\\\u003eParenthood.\n\n\\\u003eIndeed, after another wild night like last night, you and Connie end up with a beautiful young pup.\n\n\\\u003eThough she has her mother's silver eyes, her fur is unmistakably the color of your hair.\n\n\\\u003eYour heart swells with love for your family.\n\n\\\u003eYou and Connie give your child the best possible childhood, raising her right and treating her with unconditional love...\n\n\\\u003eYou roll over and awaken to the sound of a rooster crowing. \u0026nbsp;You rise and look out the window...\n\n\\\u003eA chicken man, standing on the sidewalk below Connie's apartment, is sheepishly apologizing to passersby.\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head and look back over to Connie...\n\n\\\u003eShe's snoring quietly, hat laid across her face.\n\n\\\u003eYou quietly get dressed and sneak out of the room, letting her sleep.\n\n\\\u003eOnce out of earshot, you make your way to the kitchen.\n\n\\\u003eUsing what little food is available, you fashion breakfast in bed for your girlfriend.\n\n\\\u003eIt's not much, but it's the thought that counts, right?\n\n\\\u003eYou make sure not to cook things for too long, considering her preference for rare food.\n\n\\\u003eOnce everything is done, you make your way back to the bedroom.\n\n\\\u003eYou carefully open the door, then whisper.\n\n\\\u003e\"Good morning...\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie sits bolt upright, her hat sliding off her snout. \u0026nbsp;She blinks a few times, then claps the hat back onto her head. \u0026nbsp;With that settled, she leans back against the headboard.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mmm... morning, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I made you breakfast if you're hungry.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe gasps.\n\n\\\u003e\"Awww... that's so sweet of you. \u0026nbsp;Thank you.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou lay the plate across her lap, and she smiles appreciatively.\n\n\\\u003eThen frowns as she realizes she's still nude. \u0026nbsp;She carefully places the food on her nightstand, then yanks the blankets up to cover herself.\n\n\\\u003eYou chuckle warmly.\n\n\\\u003e\"You know, you don't have to cover up; you're beautiful.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe stammers a bit, and you're certain she's blushing beneath her white fur.\n\n\\\u003e\"A-ah... I appreciate that, but... it's not professional of me to be indecent...\"\n\n\\\u003eYou laugh again.\n\n\\\u003e\"I thought we were past this professional stuff? \u0026nbsp;We're in love, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe bashfully hangs her head for a moment...\n\n\\\u003eThen drops the blankets.\n\n\\\u003e\"...you're right. \u0026nbsp;S-sorry.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't apologize! \u0026nbsp;I'm just telling you there's no need to hide your beauty.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles, then lunges forwards, pulling you into a hug.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank you, Anon. \u0026nbsp;I love you.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou return her embrace; she eventually releases you, glancing at the clock.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'd better eat my breakfast. \u0026nbsp;I'll have to head to work soon.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, you've got work today?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm... afraid so.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...could I come?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...maybe so? \u0026nbsp;I don't think I'll have much to do today. \u0026nbsp;You could meet my friends at work!\"\n\n\\\u003eExcited, Connie wolfs down her breakfast, tail swishing happily.\n\n\\\u003eOnce she finishes the food (which, as usual, doesn't take long), she gets out of bed, then slips on one of many identical coats from her closet.\n\n\\\u003eDespite the massive selection of white coats... it seems she only has the one hat. \u0026nbsp;Hm.\n\n\\\u003eOnce she's dressed, Connie grin and hugs you again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ready to go, Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou excuse yourself to grab a quick shower, then dash back to Connie upon getting cleaned up.\n\n\\\u003e\"NOW I'm ready. \u0026nbsp;Let's hit the road.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you and Connie set out for her office. \u0026nbsp;As you walk, you ask some questions to pass the time.\n\n\\\u003e\"So... who are your coworkers here?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, there's Bonnie, Marnie, my employer, Lonnie... and me. \u0026nbsp;We had a man named Johnny for a while, but he had to be let go.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What'd he do?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe bares her teeth slightly.\n\n\\\u003e\"It turned out he had ties to a criminal organization. \u0026nbsp;The scum was tipping his friends off when we were closing in on them.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe snarls in indignation... then regains her composure.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anyway... he was fired and arrested. \u0026nbsp;Simple as that.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I... see.\"\n\n\\\u003eRather than push it, you simply wrap an arm around her as you continue on to the office.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, you arrive at a rather plain white building. \u0026nbsp;Connie beams and gestures grandly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Here we are: Drakewing Detective Agency.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two of you enter...\n\n\\\u003eIt's very... plain inside. \u0026nbsp;It's a rather modern office, but rather sparsely decorated.\n\n\\\u003eThe building has two floors. \u0026nbsp;Seems Connie's own office is on the ground floor, as is Marnie's.\n\n\\\u003eGuess that means Bonnie and Lonnie's offices are upstairs.\n\n\\\u003eConnie leads you into her office with a smile.\n\n\\\u003eAs expected, the room is painted white. \u0026nbsp;It's extremely tidy and well organized, with not a single paper clip out of place on her rather nice wooden desk.\n\n\\\u003eA neat stack of paperwork sits atop the desk, and Connie takes a seat in a rather plush chair that's situated behind this stack.\n\n\\\u003eShe grins at you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... what do you think?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's nice; seems like you've done a great job of organizing it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank you! \u0026nbsp;I take pride in keeping my workspace nice and neat. \u0026nbsp;Glad you like it.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, she begins filing the paperwork on her desk.\n\n\\\u003e...it's not long before you fall into boredom. \u0026nbsp;She looks apologetic.\n\n\\\u003e\"...sorry. \u0026nbsp;I have to get these done.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mm? \u0026nbsp;Oh, it's fine, it's fine.\"\n\n\\\u003e...hm.\n\n\\\u003e\"Actually. \u0026nbsp;I have an idea...\"\n\n\\\u003eYou walk over to the confused Connie and gently roll her chair back. \u0026nbsp;You crawl under her desk, then motion for her to scoot back towards it.\n\n\\\u003eShe does so hesitantly...\n\n\\\u003eAs soon as you have the opportunity, you unbutton the lowest buttons on her coat, then plant your face firmly in her crotch. \u0026nbsp;You begin frantically assaulting her with your tongue.\n\n\\\u003eShe lets out a gasp, and trembles with anticipation.\n\n\\\u003e\"J-just... take it easy so I don't mess up these papers, please.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod, then slow your pace considerably. \u0026nbsp;She still fidgets and pants slightly, but attempts to focus on her work.\n\n\\\u003eYou're having quite a lot of fun down here... until you hear footsteps. \u0026nbsp;Heavy ones at that.\n\n\\\u003eConnie looks up from her work and smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, good morning, Director Hoardwell. \u0026nbsp;I hope you're well?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hear a derisive snort, and smell smoke.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm fine, barring your boozehound coworker.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, is she back on duty today?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, but she's under probation. \u0026nbsp;One more incident and I'm probably gonna have to let her go, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...I- ah!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou flinch and momentarily stop your licking.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmm? \u0026nbsp;Are you alright, Connie?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, y-yes, just rolled the chair over my tail.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe director inhales sharply.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ooh, I hate it when that happens. \u0026nbsp;Well, don't let me interrupt your work. \u0026nbsp;Have a nice day, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe heavy footsteps retreat, and Connie breathes a sigh of relief. \u0026nbsp;You resume your assault, to her delight.\n\n\\\u003eIn the hopes of both preventing being caught and also bringing Connie some pleasure, you decide to finish her off quickly.\n\n\\\u003eYou redouble your efforts, causing her to bite her lip and buck her hips. \u0026nbsp;Thankfully, you hear no footsteps approaching or anything...\n\n\\\u003eAfter what feels like far too long, she lets off a quiet sigh of relief as you bring her to a climax.\n\n\\\u003eShe rolls her chair back, and you exit her desk. \u0026nbsp;Connie embraces you warmly and kisses you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Th-thanks.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou simply smile and nod.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, that was your boss just now?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm. \u0026nbsp;Director Lonnie Hoardwell. \u0026nbsp;Would you like to go meet her?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Sure, let's go.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles and leads you upstairs to her boss's office...\n\n\\\u003eImmediately upon stepping in, the smell of smoke overwhelms you. \u0026nbsp;Beyond that...\n\n\\\u003eYour eyes immediately fall upon a colossal stack of office supplies resting atop an ornate wood desk.\n\n\\\u003eYou choke back a chuckle when Connie shakes her head and mouths:\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't laugh.\"\n\n\\\u003eBehind the pile is a very large chair, facing away from you. \u0026nbsp;It seems that parts of the leather are scorched...\n\n\\\u003eConnie clears her throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Err, Director Hoardwell, I'd like you to meet someone.\"\n\n\\\u003eThere's a grunt of acknowledgement, then the chair swivels around revealing...\n\n\\\u003eHoly shit.\n\n\\\u003eAn actual dragon.\n\n\\\u003eFor some reason, this strikes you even more than when you first met Connie.\n\n\\\u003eThe director is even taller than Connie, with a rather lean build to contrast your girlfriend's robust figure.\n\n\\\u003eHer silver scales glint in the artificial light of her office, and little plumes of smoke curl up from her nostrils, just beneath her glasses. \u0026nbsp;A large pair of horns decorate her head, between which flows long, gray hair.\n\n\\\u003eShe wears a rather smart gray suit, apparently cut to accommodate her wings.\n\n\\\u003eThe dragoness regards you with interest, then grins broadly, showing worryingly sharp teeth.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why, Connie... is this who I believe it to be?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, this is Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe director chuckles warmly.\n\n\\\u003ePerhaps out of nervousness, perhaps out of the ridiculous sight of the massive pile of junk on her desk, you can't help but giggle a bit.\n\n\\\u003eYou immediately clap a hand over your mouth as Connie looks mortified.\n\n\\\u003eDirector Hoardwell narrows her eyes...\n\n\\\u003eThen breaks into another smoky gale of laughter.\n\n\\\u003eConnie looks utterly baffled, but starts snickering herself. \u0026nbsp;You of course join in as well.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, the director stops laughing, sighing happily.\n\n\\\u003e\"...what are we laughing about?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou struggle for an answer, but the director smiles slyly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ohhhh, lemme guess; you've never seen a dragon before, huh? \u0026nbsp;Heheh! \u0026nbsp;Pleasure to meet ya, Anon. \u0026nbsp;I'm Lonnie Hoardwell. \u0026nbsp;You can call me Lonnie, Miss Hoardwell, or whatever.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe extends a massive, clawed hand, and you shake it. \u0026nbsp;She nearly crushes your bones, and retracts her hand with a grimace.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ooh... uh, sorry. \u0026nbsp;I'm not used to humans. \u0026nbsp;You alright?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod, blinking back tears of pain, and she sighs in relief, loosing a tiny ember of fire from her jaws.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank goodness. \u0026nbsp;So. \u0026nbsp;How do you like good old Elsewhere, eh?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, I love it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Splendid, splendid! \u0026nbsp;Always good to hear that.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe winks at you, then grins at Connie.\n\n\\\u003e\"Say... I didn't see this fellow in your office earlier. \u0026nbsp;Where was he?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe shewolf's jaw drops, and she stammers. \u0026nbsp;You interject.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, I was in the, ah, bathroom.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mm. \u0026nbsp;I see.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...say, how did you know me?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, that's simple: Connie's report talked a lot about her meeting you. \u0026nbsp;I must say, you sound like a fine man.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, thank you. \u0026nbsp;What did she say about me?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Only good things, Anon. \u0026nbsp;I assure you that much. \u0026nbsp;Seems my good friend has grown rather smitten with you.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie sheepishly grins and adjusts her hat.\n\n\\\u003e...wait.\n\n\\\u003e\"Miss Hoardwell... did you send Connie to watch me? \u0026nbsp;If so... why?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe room goes silent. \u0026nbsp;Quiet enough to hear a pin drop.\n\n\\\u003eThe director frowns and narrows her eyes, embers rising from her nostrils.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's classified.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Why is that?\"\n\n\\\u003eMore fire rises up from the dragoness's snout.\n\n\\\u003e\"Because this is a very important case and I cannot have any details leaked to anyone who doesn't need to know them.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Why me specifically?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Again, I cannot confirm nor deny explicitly assigning Inspector Lopine to investigate you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Can you tell me ANYTHING?\"\n\n\\\u003eDirector Hoardwell stands from her chair, revealing exactly how massive she is. \u0026nbsp;Her horns gently brush the high ceiling of her office, and her wings spread out to great lengths.\n\n\\\u003eA near constant stream of fire leaks from the corners of her mouth.\n\n\\\u003e\"Look. \u0026nbsp;I already told you. \u0026nbsp;I. \u0026nbsp;Can't. \u0026nbsp;Tell. \u0026nbsp;You. \u0026nbsp;ANYTHING. \u0026nbsp;Okay?! \u0026nbsp;It's as simple as that.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe huffs indignantly, blowing black smoke your way...\n\n\\\u003eThen sighs and collapses into her chair.\n\n\\\u003e\"...sorry to go full dragon on you there. \u0026nbsp;I just... I can't talk about the case. \u0026nbsp;Plus, I've been having a hell of a time with one of my colleagues lately. \u0026nbsp;Doesn't give me the right to take things out on you. \u0026nbsp;You're not in any trouble, Anon. \u0026nbsp;You didn't do anything wrong.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles faintly.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's all I can say on the matter. \u0026nbsp;Sorry.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I understand. \u0026nbsp;Sorry to press the matter.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe waves a hand dismissively.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bah, don't worry about it. \u0026nbsp;I'm just a crabby ol' dragon who hasn't had her coffee yet, and I guess you touched a nerve. \u0026nbsp;Sorry to spook you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's fine, really. \u0026nbsp;Hope your day goes better.\"\n\n\\\u003eA genuine smile crosses the silver dragon's face.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, thank you, Anon. \u0026nbsp;I appreciate that.\"\n\n\\\u003eSweating a bit from both nerves and the lingering heat from the director's fiery outburst, you bid her farewell and depart her office, Connie in tow.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... what did you think, Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...she seems nice?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie chuckles a bit.\n\n\\\u003e\"She can get a bit... heated at times. \u0026nbsp;I think she liked you, though.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Really?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Of course! \u0026nbsp;Why wouldn't she? \u0026nbsp;You're a great person.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou blush a little and hug Connie.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, someone lets out a loud wolf whistle. \u0026nbsp;A brisk female voice speaks from behind you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well well well, lookit what the wolf dragged in!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou release Connie and turn around...\n\n\\\u003eStanding before you is a black furred fox woman in a red suit and fedora. \u0026nbsp;She's about Connie's height, but has more... modest curves.\n\n\\\u003eHer tail twitches and thrashes about wildly, and something about her demeanor seems... off kilter.\n\n\\\u003eThen, the unmistakable smell of booze hits you.\n\n\\\u003eThe fox chuckles loudly and saunters over.\n\n\\\u003e\"Say Connie? \u0026nbsp;Ain't ya gonna... gonna introduce me?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe shewolf sighs discretely, but puts on a polite grin.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, this is-\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox interrupts by yanking you into a hug.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie. \u0026nbsp;Bonnie Vulpin, meet ta nice ya. \u0026nbsp;Err, wait.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie's smile becomes a bit more strained.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, Bonnie is the other inspector here. \u0026nbsp;She works out in the field like I do.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox nods sagely as Connie speaks, gently swaying a bit.\n\n\\\u003eThis lady doesn't look so good.\n\n\\\u003e\"...are you alright? \u0026nbsp;You seem kinda... out of it.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie nods very faintly as Bonnie responds.\n\n\\\u003e\"Eh? \u0026nbsp;Nah, nah, I'm... I'm fine, really.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer staggering says otherwise.\n\n\\\u003e\"I could get you a cup of coffee... some water?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe exaggeratedly puts a hand to her chin in thought.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmm! \u0026nbsp;Yeah, I wouldn' mind a cuppa joe, acshually.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou glance at Connie, and she shrugs before leading you to a coffee machine.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank you for doing this, Anon. \u0026nbsp;I worry about Bonnie... why would she come in to work in this state knowing that Director Hoardwell is gonna be watching her like a hawk...?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Beats me. \u0026nbsp;I just hope maybe this will help.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie shrugs again as the two of you make your way back to Bonnie...\n\n\\\u003eShe's gone.\n\n\\\u003eYour wolf girlfriend huffs and leads you to the fox's office.\n\n\\\u003eIt's an absolute wreck in here. \u0026nbsp;The whole office is cluttered and disorganized, a stark contrast to Connie's meticulously groomed office.\n\n\\\u003ePapers, aluminum cans, cigars... all tossed around with no apparent rhyme or reason.\n\n\\\u003eIn the center of the room, behind a desk covered in writing and crude pocketknife carvings, sits Bonnie, reclining in a swivel chair and puffing on a cigar.\n\n\\\u003eWhen you walk in, she grins and waves her hat at you.\n\n\\\u003e\"HEY! \u0026nbsp;It's... uh. \u0026nbsp;Ron, right? \u0026nbsp;Riiight.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie clears her throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's Anon, Bonnie. \u0026nbsp;We brought you some coffee.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou smile awkwardly and place the mug on the fox's desk. \u0026nbsp;She grins again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thankya, Anonnie... Con, you gotta pretty nice friend here.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie nods curtly, probably rolling her eyes under that hat.\n\n\\\u003eSeeing how bad off Bonnie actually is gets to you a bit.\n\n\\\u003eMaking sure you're out of earshot, you whisper to Connie.\n\n\\\u003e\"What happened to her?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie frowns deeply.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I wish I knew, Anon. \u0026nbsp;She wasn't always like this. \u0026nbsp;She used to be on top of her game, never touching a drop of alcohol while on the clock, and rarely off duty.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"And...?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"And... one day, she just showed up to work drunk, and it's been a downward spiral ever since.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie sniffles a bit.\n\n\\\u003e\"...she's still a good friend, even though she's dooming her career...\"\n\n\\\u003e...Connie's attitude does nothing to improve the pangs of sympathy you feel towards the fox.\n\n\\\u003eYou walk over to her desk. \u0026nbsp;She takes a swig of the coffee you brought, then grins.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ohey, Non. \u0026nbsp;...it is Non, right? \u0026nbsp;Nevermind. \u0026nbsp;Thanks fer the coffee, pal.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, uh, no problem. \u0026nbsp;Feeling any better?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe chuckles.\n\n\\\u003e\"I didn't really feel BAD ta begin with...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"But do you feel more levelheaded now?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, I guess? \u0026nbsp;...I do kinda have a headache, though.\"\n\n\\\u003eAs if to illustrate, she frowns and rubs her temples. \u0026nbsp;Then, she shrugs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Meh. \u0026nbsp;I kinda have a headache mosta the time anyhow.\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore you can stop yourself, you blurt out:\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, what happened to make you this way?\"\n\n\\\u003eFor the first time since you've met her, her eyes actually show remarkable clarity.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe quickly goes back to her previous attitude.\n\n\\\u003e\"Dunno whatcher talkin' about, Non.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie sighs, a tinge of sadness in her voice.\n\n\\\u003eSomehow you know she's feigning ignorance.\n\n\\\u003eYou lean in closer and talk lower.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie. \u0026nbsp;You can talk to me about whatever it is that's bothering you.\"\n\n\\\u003eAgain, she seems to have a moment of clarity.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Anon, I just...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe trails off again, then takes another sip of coffee.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yer losing me, pal; I'm not real sure what we're talkin' about.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie sighs again, taking a shuddering breath. \u0026nbsp;She quietly closes the door to Bonnie's office.\n\n\\\u003eYou nod at her, then speak again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, please. \u0026nbsp;Just please be honest with me.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe stares into her mug of coffee, an inscrutable look in her eyes.\n\n\\\u003eShe takes a long drag on her cigar, then sighs deeply.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean. \u0026nbsp;Nothing's wrong here.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie can't hold her tongue any longer.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, please. \u0026nbsp;You and I both know this isn't you. \u0026nbsp;Please, just tell me why.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe sounds to be on the verge of tears.\n\n\\\u003eBonnie takes another long drag, staring at Connie sadly. \u0026nbsp;She puts out her cigar and sighs once more.\n\n\\\u003e\"Connie, really. \u0026nbsp;There's nothing to worry about. \u0026nbsp;I-I'm fine. \u0026nbsp;Just- just calm down, please.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou try multiple times to get Bonnie to open up, each time getting little more than a handwave.\n\n\\\u003eConnie is openly in tears at this point, practically begging her friend for answers.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, the time comes for brutal honesty.\n\n\\\u003eYou take a deep breath.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie-\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie interrupts you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, she's gonna fire you when she sees you today. \u0026nbsp;She said one more incident and you were done. \u0026nbsp;Your job is- is... it's over, Bonnie.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox finally seems to grasp the gravity of things. \u0026nbsp;She stares sadly, and drains the last drops of coffee from her cup.\n\n\\\u003eThere's a pause...\n\n\\\u003eThen she slams her face down on her desk. \u0026nbsp;Papers fly all over the room.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I know, Connie. \u0026nbsp;I knew she was gonna do it. \u0026nbsp;She told me yesterday. \u0026nbsp;Told me I had one last shot at this. \u0026nbsp;And I blew it.\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie begins to sniffle...\n\n\\\u003e\"...I ain't cut out for this work. \u0026nbsp;I'm surprised I made it this far. \u0026nbsp;Lonnie shoulda kicked my sorry ass to the curb years ago.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie rushes over and embraces her friend.\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't say that stuff. \u0026nbsp;Bonnie, you're as good of an investigator as I am.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"No, no I'm not. \u0026nbsp;You got no idea how bad I really am.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox is full on crying now, as is Connie. \u0026nbsp;You yourself feel a few tears coming on.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's the stress. \u0026nbsp;I know I used ta be sober, but I just couldn't handle the pressure anymore. \u0026nbsp;It's so hard...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe sighs deeply.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's so hard workin'... two... jobs...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe trails off, merely sitting with her face firmly planted on her desk. \u0026nbsp;Connie bawls and hugs her friend tightly.\n\n\\\u003eYou decide to just let the two have a moment.\n\n\\\u003eBonnie eventually peels herself away from the desk, then returns Connie's hug, the two women still crying.\n\n\\\u003eBonnie speaks through sobs.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm- I'm sorry I screwed it all up, Con; my job, our friendship, all of it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, you have not screwed up our friendship. \u0026nbsp;You're still my friend, job or no job. \u0026nbsp;At least you have something to fall back on, right?\"\n\n\\\u003e...the fox goes silent.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Bonnie? \u0026nbsp;You said you had two jobs, right? \u0026nbsp;I didn't know you worked somewhere else...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie quietly attempts to hide her eyes with her hat. \u0026nbsp;Unfortunately, it being much smaller than Connie's, it does little to help.\n\n\\\u003eConnie frowns deeply, still sniffling a little.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Bonnie?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox breaks away from her friend's embrace.\n\n\\\u003e\"...dammit. \u0026nbsp;I-I even screwed this up too. \u0026nbsp;I can't do SHIT right.\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie walks over to her desk, then grabs a piece of paper off it. \u0026nbsp;She wordlessly unfolds it to reveal a photograph.\n\n\\\u003eThe photo is silhouetted, but shows a broad-shouldered individual with 9 tails. The only color in the photo is the light of a cigarette or a cigar. Connie goes silent as she looks at it.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Bonnie, why are you showing me this? \u0026nbsp;It's just that useless picture of- Him.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou raise an eyebrow.\n\n\\\u003e\"Him?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Kit-o-Nine-Tails. \u0026nbsp;The most infamous mobster in Elsewhere. \u0026nbsp;We've been on his trail for years, and haven't gotten anywhere.\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie nods sadly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah. \u0026nbsp;Kit was my case, and I'm parta the reason why the trail's cold.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie moves to embrace her friend again, but the fox stops her.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, it's not your fault. \u0026nbsp;He's notorious for a reason. \u0026nbsp;We've all had trouble with this case. \u0026nbsp;Don't beat yourself up over it.\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie sighs again.\n\n\\\u003eYour curiosity is piqued.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, what do you know about this Kit fellow?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe sighs again, staring at the photo.\n\n\\\u003e\"Kit's the head of a mob o' folks like that. \u0026nbsp;Multitailers, y'know. \u0026nbsp;Well, 'cept Uno. \u0026nbsp;He's only got the one.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie's jaw drops a bit.\n\n\\\u003e\"You mean- you got proof Uno's tied to Kit? \u0026nbsp;When did that happen?\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie mysteriously waves a hand, then continues talking.\n\n\\\u003e\"Kit's got people all over Elsewhere, 8 of em to be exact. \u0026nbsp;But, y'see, two of em quit the crime biz.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie gasps.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Dub and Trip.\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes. \u0026nbsp;All these guys have cutesy names. \u0026nbsp;I guess when you're born with a buncha tails, your parents can't help but get cheesy. \u0026nbsp;I know all of em. \u0026nbsp;Uno, Doc Quad, Quint, Sixpence, Lucky, and Ocho. \u0026nbsp;And a'course Dub, Trip, and Kit.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"But, if you know all that, why haven't you said anything?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou have a theory...\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie... does Kit have something on you?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe grimaces.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I don't wanna talk about that. \u0026nbsp;What I can tell ya is that I bet one'a the lackies still workin' for Kit knows where to find the bastard.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay then... know anything else about Kit?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... well, I think Kit's a fox with 9 tails...? \u0026nbsp;Probably a pretty shady customer? ...I got nothing else. Sorry.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie suddenly perks up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie. \u0026nbsp;If we find Kit with your intel... Director Hoardwell would never fire you. \u0026nbsp;We have to tell her you-\"\n\n\\\u003e\"NO!\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie looks legitimately panicked.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ya can't tell her. \u0026nbsp;Ya- ya just can't.\"\n\n\\\u003eConcern washes over you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, is... your life in danger?\"\n\n\\\u003eMortified, she hesitantly nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't worry. \u0026nbsp;I'll do anything I can to keep you safe.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That's dandy, but you don't understand what kinda person Kit is. \u0026nbsp;You're up against a real mob boss here.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I know that, and I stand by what I said. \u0026nbsp;You can even use my house in the human world if you need to.\n\n\\\u003eBonnie stares and stutters, then hugs you tightly.\n\n\\\u003e\"T-thanks. \u0026nbsp;You two still don't understand how far this goes... but thank you for listening to me.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie joins the hug.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie... is this why...?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox nods sadly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, this ties into it.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe three of you continue to embrace for a while, eventually breaking apart.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks, you two. \u0026nbsp;I... I feel a little better. \u0026nbsp;I have no idea where Kit's goons are, but I wanna tell you upfront: Trip and Dub are clean. \u0026nbsp;I've triple checked em, they cut all ties with the gang.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That's what they told us, right Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, exactly.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox smiles sadly, casting one more glance at the shadowed picture.\n\n\\\u003e\"...this is a big case. I'm sorry to hand it over to you guys like this.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie says nothing, merely patting her friend on the shoulder supportively.\n\n\\\u003eYou're determined to help, but you figure it can't hurt to know what you're getting into...\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, what has this Kit guy done?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe frowns.\n\n\\\u003e\"What hasn't Kit done? \u0026nbsp;A pretty good chunk of all crime in Elsewhere can be traced back to that nine-tailed freak and those vulpine goons. \u0026nbsp;Just hearing some of the stuff Dub and Trip told me about... I can only imagine what their higher-ups must have their hands in.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Higher-ups?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah. \u0026nbsp;Kit's mob follows the ol' law of numeric ordering. \u0026nbsp;Uno's the bottom of the food chain, with one tail, and Kit's the top, havin' nine of em.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"So... count the tails and you'll know how high they rank.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Exactly.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie hugs her friend even tighter, a few tears still running down her snout.\n\n\\\u003e\"Is there anything else, Bonnie?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe black fox sighs and shakes her head.\n\n\\\u003e\"...we have to tell Director Hoardwell about all this.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"NO, DON'T! \u0026nbsp;Connie, I'm beggin' ya as your friend: do NOT tell Lonnie about any of this, please.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"But-\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Please...\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie looks at her friend with a pained expression, and your girlfriend sighs deeply.\n\n\\\u003e\"...okay. \u0026nbsp;But if it comes down to it, we're taking this directly to her, understood?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...fine. \u0026nbsp;But only as a last resort, please.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two detectives share a nod, then shake hands.\n\n\\\u003e...wait.\n\n\\\u003e\"Connie, y'know what I just realized? \u0026nbsp;You and I are a crime-solving duo now.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe chuckles awkwardly, and Bonnie bursts into laughter. \u0026nbsp;Connie smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's a good point, Anon! \u0026nbsp;Thanks for cutting the tension a bit...\"\n\n\\\u003eWith your goal clear, might as well make a plan of action.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, Bonnie, where do you think we should start?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... probably with Uno, if you can find the slimy con. \u0026nbsp;He probably won't have anything too useful on his boss, but you could maybe work your way up the ranks...? \u0026nbsp;Of all the goons, Ocho is probably gonna be your endgame. \u0026nbsp;He's second in command, and if anyone knows where to find Kit it's probably him.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Gotcha. \u0026nbsp;...can I ask why you don't want us to tell Lonnie about this?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox cringes and shakes her head.\n\n\\\u003e\"Nuh-uh, don't wanna talk about that.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay then.\"\n\n\\\u003e...you have an idea.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bonnie, if you're in danger right now... here.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hand over your keys.\n\n\\\u003e\"Once you're sobered up, take my car and lay low in the human world for a while. \u0026nbsp;Connie's map to the Door is on my dashboard, you should be able to follow it back to my house.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox stares down at your keys, tears welling up in her eyes.\n\n\\\u003e\"...you'd do that for someone you barely know...?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe suddenly embraces you tightly.\n\n\\\u003e\"...thank you, Anon. \u0026nbsp;You're a good guy. \u0026nbsp;You've got my word I'll do this if things go south. \u0026nbsp;And I swear I won't drive your car drunk.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod curtly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Just... take care, okay?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles and nods.\n\n\\\u003eTime to make a plan.\n\n\\\u003e\"Do you have any case files that are tied to Kit's work?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... a few. \u0026nbsp;I also have some files on all Kit's goons if you're interested.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Great, that ought to help.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe hands over a stuffed folder labeled \"Nine-Tailed Bastard\" and smiles.\n\n\\\u003eYou open it up to find several case files, as well as 8 photographs.\n\n\\\u003e2 of them are labeled \"clean\", and they're of Dub and Trip respectively.\n\n\\\u003eThe rest are of various fox folk with increasing numbers of tails.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks, Bonnie. \u0026nbsp;This'll help a lot. \u0026nbsp;Connie, do you have any files that might help?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... Kit is Bonnie's case, so I probably don't have anything she doesn't already have in that folder.\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, anything that smelled like Kit is in there, including stuff you investigated, Con.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I figured. \u0026nbsp;Any patterns to his work?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...not really, no. \u0026nbsp;Seems like Kit is intentionally avoiding establishing a pattern or MO beyond the tail quirk. \u0026nbsp;Sneaky slimeball.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Makes sense. \u0026nbsp;I think we've got enough to get started, myself... Anon, what do you say we go look for some goons?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ready when you are.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two of you bid Bonnie farewell, then exit her office. \u0026nbsp;You hear her sigh one last time as the door closes behind you.\n\n\\\u003eConnie looks down at the folder thoughtfully.\n\n\\\u003e\"...we have to find him. \u0026nbsp;Even if we can't save Bonnie's job... maybe we can at least help her get over the drinking.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Right... where do we start?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie startles you by baring her teeth a bit.\n\n\\\u003e\"I think it's time to pay my old friend Uno a visit.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe dashes out of the agency, and you run after her.\n\n\\\u003eYou eventually catch up outside, with her angrily watching a crowd build around a crudely constructed stage...\n\n\\\u003eYou and Connie quietly blend into the crowd, and you hear a man's voice ring out from the stage.\n\n\\\u003eA voice with one of the heaviest, most bizarre accents you've ever heard.\n\n\\\u003e\"Cood afternoon, Elsevhere! \u0026nbsp;I am pleased to be havink you join me for ze sale of a lifetime: I offer you, mine falued customers, ze finest leazzer jackets in town, for ze absolute best prices. \u0026nbsp;I tell you I am practically zhooting myself in ze foot with zese pricings, but I do it for you, my walued customers. \u0026nbsp;Zo, who is interested, eh?\"\n\n\\\u003eTo your amazement, many of the crowd cheer and line up. \u0026nbsp;This despite the fact that this fellow is obviously not on the level.\n\n\\\u003eThe silver fox, clad in the cheapest, most garish plaid suit possible, grins with silver teeth, winking at his audience as his tail sways about gracefully.\n\n\\\u003eHe seems to take notice of you, and gestures grandly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, an human! \u0026nbsp;Come, come, mine friend, and join me!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou walk up to the stage, and the fox smiles again... only to get a panicked expression when he realizes Connie is walking alongside you.\n\n\\\u003eAs she approaches, he begins stammering.\n\n\\\u003e\"E-err, I's apologize, mine belofed customers, it zeems that Uno's store is to be closink now! \u0026nbsp;P-please come again zoon!\"\n\n\\\u003eHe grabs a cheap, beaten up carpetbag and leaps from the stage, dashing off.\n\n\\\u003eConnie immediately sprints after him, clapping a hand onto her hat.\n\n\\\u003e\"YOU'RE MINE, DIRTBAG!\"\n\n\\\u003eHe lets out a girlish shriek and runs faster, only to trip over his own tail. \u0026nbsp;Uno falls to the ground and lies there in terror as Connie bears down on top of him.\n\n\\\u003eOnce she reaches him, she snarls angrily as you tentatively approach.\n\n\\\u003eThe fox smiles unconvincingly as he slowly stands, knees shaking and tail tucked between his legs.\n\n\\\u003e\"H-hello Lopine... y-you're quite faster than I fought. \u0026nbsp;A-and hello, ah, human. \u0026nbsp;M-my name is Uno, Uno Singlair.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe shakily extends a hand, and you awkwardly shake it.\n\n\\\u003eSeeing as Connie has quite handily taken the role of bad cop, you decide to play nice.\n\n\\\u003e\"Nice to meet you, Uno. \u0026nbsp;I'm Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, vhat an... interestink name.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie clears her throat dangerously.\n\n\\\u003e\"Singlair. \u0026nbsp;Drop the accent. \u0026nbsp;We all know it's fake.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe gulps nervously, then frowns.\n\n\\\u003e\"...S-sorry, Lopine, it's actually wery real.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou smile warmly as she snorts in disbelief.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, Uno: how's business?\"\n\n\\\u003eThat silver grin returns to his face for a moment, then vanishes when he catches sight of Connie's unimpressed reaction.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's, uh... it's goink rather vell actually. \u0026nbsp;I zold a few jackets before you two zhowed up, heehee...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;So you've had a pretty nice morning then?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh ja, ja... it's been a preddy good vun.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie remains silent, merely glaring at the conman, teeth bared a little. \u0026nbsp;He makes no attempt to hide his terror beyond putting on a dishonest smile.\n\n\\\u003eYou clear your throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uno. \u0026nbsp;What can you tell me about Kit-o-Nine-Tails?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe gasps and drops his smile altogether. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e\"H- w- y- What makes you think a simple businessman like me has ties to someone like THAT?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou note with a chuckle that his \"wery real\" accent has vanished altogether.\n\n\\\u003eConnie wordlessly extracts a photo from the folder, showing Uno seated with a few multitailed fox folk.\n\n\\\u003e\"...t-that could be any silver fox.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe pulls another photo, the same scene from a different angle. \u0026nbsp;This one shows Uno's unmistakable silver teeth.\n\n\\\u003e\"...a-ah.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe frowns and continues to shake nervously.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Lopine, I'm surprised at you. \u0026nbsp;You see me almost every day, and yet now you suddenly realize who I work for? \u0026nbsp;How did you figure that out...?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe glares silently.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's for me to know, not you, Singlair.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"F-fair enough. \u0026nbsp;...I don't know much about Kit. \u0026nbsp;I'm not exactly the highest ranking member of this organization, heehee...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, anything is helpful, Uno.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...ah... well, Kit has been rather upset about losing Dub and Trip. \u0026nbsp;That boy was our muscle...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Just muscle? \u0026nbsp;Muscle can be hired, Uno.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Heh, it can. \u0026nbsp;But... Kit is an eccentric individual. \u0026nbsp;It's not every day you come across a two-tailed fox with the kind of strength you need in an enforcer. \u0026nbsp;Trust me, if it weren't for Kit's insistence on the tail gimmick, we'd have replaced Dub and Trip by now...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well...\"\n\n\\\u003e...time to see if you can put some pressure on him.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I heard tell that Kit's about to do some shakeups with the organization. \u0026nbsp;Bringing in some new blood... and cutting some old ties. \u0026nbsp;Specifically, low-ranking types.\"\n\n\\\u003eUno frowns for a moment, then smiles uncomfortably.\n\n\\\u003e\"You're full of shit, Anon. \u0026nbsp;I may be the bottom of the totem pole, but I know what the boss is and isn't doin'. \u0026nbsp;Kit is way too into this 9 tail thing to do any reordering. \u0026nbsp;No, unless we come across a two-tailed and a three-tailed fox in need of work, Dub and Trip's leaving is gonna have a permanent impact.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;Is there anything else?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What do you want from me? \u0026nbsp;Kit's not the type to let someone like me wander around town with sensitive intel; that'd be suicide in this business. \u0026nbsp;My job is to run rackets. \u0026nbsp;Easy as that.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Why?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Why? \u0026nbsp;That's a damn good question. \u0026nbsp;We got plenty of funding with that worthless investor. \u0026nbsp;My only guess is that the big boss just likes the feel of a growing bank account.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Does he have you do anything else?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...odds and ends, yes. \u0026nbsp;Mainly grunt work, occasionally running actual errands like picking up some cigars. \u0026nbsp;The boss is a bit of an aficionado of fine cigars, y'see.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;So you steal them to get brownie points?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...yeah, more or less.\"\n\n\\\u003eIn stark contrast with his charismatic attitude from before, Uno has practically deflated into a defeated goon, frowning and sighing between questions.\n\n\\\u003e\"Something isn't adding up, Uno. \u0026nbsp;How do you get those smokes to Kit if you don't know where he is?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Heh, when did I say I didn't know how to find the boss...?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, so you know, then? \u0026nbsp;Why not enlighten us?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Heheheheh, and get myself hanged with my own tail? \u0026nbsp;Please. \u0026nbsp;All you need to know is that Kit's in Elsewhere. \u0026nbsp;I bring the cigars to our briefings and such.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Briefings, eh?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm. \u0026nbsp;Kit claims it's the quickest way to assign orders.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What's his next move?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...as if I'd tell you that.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Now now, there may be a good reason to talk. \u0026nbsp;Who knows? \u0026nbsp;Maybe some charges might just blow over if you give us what we need?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You think I'm worried about my record? \u0026nbsp;Please. \u0026nbsp;My rap sheet's longer than you are tall, Anon. \u0026nbsp;All I gotta do is sit back and wait for the ol' rich boy to bail me out, like always, and it's right back to what I do best.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie snarls loudly.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm running out of patience fast, Singlair. \u0026nbsp;Tell us what you know about how to find your boss NOW.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe flinches and raises a hand protectively.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright, alright, sheesh. \u0026nbsp;Kit doesn't keep to one office long. \u0026nbsp;There's a whole slew of em spread across town. \u0026nbsp;You'll never find the right one checking em all. \u0026nbsp;By the time you get close, Kit'll have fled. \u0026nbsp;The boss ain't stupid. \u0026nbsp;But... I'd be willing to wager someone above me knows a bit more about how to contact the boss.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Where do we find your superiors?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... I think Doc's around the Tower today...? \u0026nbsp;Not sure about Quint or that stupid Sixpence. \u0026nbsp;I never ask where Lucky is, she's usually easy to keep up with, and Ocho's probably hunkered down somewhere close to Kit, preparing.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...for what?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Beats the hell outta me. \u0026nbsp;All I know is that, for the first time since I've been part of this organization... Kit didn't tell us what the endgame was for this plan.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"And that's...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Not normal, no. \u0026nbsp;Frankly? \u0026nbsp;It scares the hell outta me.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"So, how'd you get into all this anyway?\"\n\n\\\u003eUno grins again, only to drop his smile when Connie clears her throat again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... I've been running, uh, perfectly legitimate businesses in Elsewhere for years now. \u0026nbsp;It's just... one day I sold a watch to some big, eight-tailed fella I hadn't seen in town before. \u0026nbsp;He took one look at it after paying me and asked my why the brand name was misspelled. \u0026nbsp;That was the last thing I heard before he socked me. \u0026nbsp;When I woke up, he offered me a job, said he liked my moxie. \u0026nbsp;Ever since Ocho hired me, I've worked for Kit's gang.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Have you climbed the ranks any?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe takes on a noticeably more bitter tone.\n\n\\\u003e\"Like hell I've climbed the ranks. \u0026nbsp;I'm stuck at the bottom rung just because I ain't got but the one tail. \u0026nbsp;Doesn't matter how much I bust my ass, I'm never gonna move up.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie interjects.\n\n\\\u003e\"You sound bitter, Singlair.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Bitter? \u0026nbsp;Me? \u0026nbsp;Why would I be bitter? \u0026nbsp;Not like I'm out there every day bendin' over backwards for the big dogs while useless jackasses like Sixpence outrank me just BECAUSE HE'S GOT SIX TAILS!\"\n\n\\\u003eUno snarls and kicks a nearby lightpost, then spits on the sidewalk.\n\n\\\u003e\"...yeah. \u0026nbsp;I'm a little bitter. \u0026nbsp;What about it?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou smile and extend a hand.\n\n\\\u003e\"How would you like to turn over a new leaf, Uno? \u0026nbsp;Get back at your boss by helping us bring him in.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe seems heavily conflicted, but Uno eventually nods and shakes your hand.\n\n\\\u003e\"Y'know what? \u0026nbsp;Fuck the crime game. \u0026nbsp;I've been at this long enough. \u0026nbsp;Uno Singlair is goin' legit.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie drops her snarl and smiles, shaking Uno's hand. \u0026nbsp;He looks positively shocked.\n\n\\\u003e\"Wh- you're just gonna shake my hand like that? \u0026nbsp;Soon as I went legit? \u0026nbsp;Lopine, you know I'm a crook!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Correction, Uno: you WERE a crook. \u0026nbsp;You quit, and I'm happy for you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...thanks. \u0026nbsp;I've been sick of this racket for years to be honest. \u0026nbsp;Kinda feels good to ditch it.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shake the man's hand as well.\n\n\\\u003e\"Glad to have you on the right side of the law, Uno. \u0026nbsp;Who do you think we ought to go after first?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, hm. \u0026nbsp;I'm tempted to say go in order of tails just for the sake of spiting Kit's stupid organization gimmick. \u0026nbsp;Besides, I know where Doc is. \u0026nbsp;I don't know where to find the others.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What do you know about Doc Quad?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"He thinks of himself as a gentleman thief. \u0026nbsp;He does a lot of the thinking in this operation, and he's not a bad crook either. \u0026nbsp;Probably the easiest member of the bunch to get along with, but you cross him and he'll stab ya in the kidneys with a smile and an apology.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...okay then. \u0026nbsp;Uno, do you know anything about what Kit has on Inspector Vulpin?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe frowns.\n\n\\\u003e\"Who now? \u0026nbsp;That name don't ring any bells with me. \u0026nbsp;Sorry, pal.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, she's Connie's friend, and said something to do with Kit was stressing her out big time.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...I'll bet she got on Quint's bad side. \u0026nbsp;Nasty, nasty son of a bitch, he is. \u0026nbsp;Master of getting dirt on people, and insufferable.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;Do you have any idea what he could have?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Nah, his dirt's just for the 'higher ups', y'know. \u0026nbsp;Not for goons like me to see. \u0026nbsp;Feh.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe shrugs and spits again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Think we should get Dub and Trip onboard?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...not a bad idea. \u0026nbsp;Dub's a pretty big fella, and Trip's got a good head on her shoulders. \u0026nbsp;Plus... they've got their own reasons to bring Kit down.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...what reasons?\"\n\n\\\u003eUno snarls again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well y'see, when those two lovebirds split, the boss acted like it was fine... then they started getting the threats. \u0026nbsp;The guilt trips. \u0026nbsp;The whole nine yards. \u0026nbsp;I gotta give them credit, they've stuck to their guns for a good while now. \u0026nbsp;Last I heard Kit actually gave up on bringing em back in... but Ocho hasn't.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...I see. \u0026nbsp;Think it's safe to bring them?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'll be honest with ya: I have no idea. \u0026nbsp;I'm the bottom of the food chain, and I coulda shot you between the eyes an hour ago if I wanted, see?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe pulls a revolver from his carpetbag, then puts it back.\n\n\\\u003e\"...but the others are probably not gonna be as receptive as me. \u0026nbsp;Look, I've been sick of this shit for a while now. \u0026nbsp;The higher ups? \u0026nbsp;They got cushy positions they probably ain't too keen about leavin'. \u0026nbsp;'Specially the REAL bigwigs, 6 through 9.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe sighs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Look, I can't promise ya this won't get ugly.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I understand. \u0026nbsp;Now, is Doc a threat?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Is Doc a threat, he says. \u0026nbsp;In the same vein any knife enthusiast is, I guess. \u0026nbsp;More specifically, in the vein that's bein' cut open with a knife, heheh..\"\n\n\\\u003eUno chuckles at his own dark joke, then frowns.\n\n\\\u003e\"He's not too bad, he's got some chivalry in him. \u0026nbsp;He ain't gonna pull anything too sneaky if you come out and talk to him like a 'gentleman'. \u0026nbsp;He's bonkers for that kinda shit. \u0026nbsp;Just don't get too cozy or set him off, alright?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Understood.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou pull out your phone and dial up Trip. \u0026nbsp;She answers within two rings.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey, Anon. \u0026nbsp;What's up?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey, Trip. \u0026nbsp;Can you and Dub meet me and Connie somewhere? \u0026nbsp;We need to talk about something.\"\n\n\\\u003eThere's a pause.\n\n\\\u003e\"...what is it?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's about... Kit.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hear Trip snarl and swear angrily.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright, listen: meet us at Dub's place, capiche?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Got it. \u0026nbsp;We'll be there in just a bit.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip hangs up, and you nod.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright, we're meeting at Dub's apartment. \u0026nbsp;Should we grab Bonnie?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie puts a hand to her chin.\n\n\\\u003e\"I think that'd be okay, but we may ought to let her lay low after this.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly call up the detective, then the four of you set off to Dub's apartment.\n\n\\\u003eAs soon as you walk in, Trip chucks a mug at Uno, who yelps and ducks.\n\n\\\u003e\"Whadja bring this slimy jackass for?\"\n\n\\\u003eUno gulps nervously.\n\n\\\u003e\"Trip, please. \u0026nbsp;I'm going legit.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe narrows her eyes, tails fidgeting madly.\n\n\\\u003e\"...you got sick of the abuse too, huh?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes. \u0026nbsp;I'm sick and tired of doing all the grunt work with no chance of moving up unless I suddenly grow more tails.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe vixen nods and suddenly hugs Uno.\n\n\\\u003e\"...glad yer doing the right thing. \u0026nbsp;Now then... what's the plan here?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip smiles at you and Connie, then frowns when her eyes fall on Bonnie.\n\n\\\u003e\"...do I know you? \u0026nbsp;You look kinda familiar.\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie looks confused.\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't... think we've met, Trip. \u0026nbsp;I'm Bonnie.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two foxes shake hands awkwardly as Trip looks very confused. \u0026nbsp;Dub finally speaks up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... so we gonna bust the boss or what?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yep, we're gonna try to bring Kit and his goons in.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...! \u0026nbsp;That's great. \u0026nbsp;It'll be, uh, nice to break things up.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip grins.\n\n\\\u003e\"I agree, loverboy. \u0026nbsp;It's gonna be a blast to wipe the smile offa those bigwigs' faces. \u0026nbsp;Anon, Connie, Bonnie, what's the plan?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod towards Uno.\n\n\\\u003e\"According to our new friend here, we should start with Doc Quad.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip frowns.\n\n\\\u003e\"I never liked that guy. \u0026nbsp;Too formal, gives me the creeps.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... yeah. \u0026nbsp;I don't, uh, I don't like Doc much either.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"We know we need to start with him, but we gotta find him first.\"\n\n\\\u003eUno grins, his silver teeth glinting in the light.\n\n\\\u003e\"Last I saw him, he was around the Tower.\"\n\n\\\u003eDub's jaw drops.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...! \u0026nbsp;Uno, where's your, uh, accent?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What? \u0026nbsp;It was fake, two-tail. \u0026nbsp;The whole time.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe bulky fellow looks legitimately betrayed.\n\n\\\u003e\"Sorry to blow your mind, big guy. \u0026nbsp;Anyway... if we play our cards right, we just might get Doc on our team.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie gasps.\n\n\\\u003e\"You think so, Uno?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, maybe. \u0026nbsp;The others, I'm not sure. \u0026nbsp;Sixpence, Lucky, and Ocho? \u0026nbsp;Probably not. \u0026nbsp;Quint is a wildcard in this case. \u0026nbsp;But Doc? \u0026nbsp;We may have a shot there.\"\n\n\\\u003eA thought hits you...\n\n\\\u003e\"What if we have to fight?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip, Dub, and Uno all frown. \u0026nbsp;The one tailed ex-con sighs and speaks.\n\n\\\u003e\"If it comes to it, you'll wanna know everyone's specialty. \u0026nbsp;Doc's good with a knife. \u0026nbsp;Quint prefers more sophisticated stuff; he's usually got tasers and shit. \u0026nbsp;Sixpence is the only jackass who can't be bothered to learn how to fight. \u0026nbsp;Lucky's a one-woman arsenal, so... maybe make sure she's not packing. \u0026nbsp;Ocho is a firm believer in the classics. \u0026nbsp;Brass knuckles and a Tommy gun are his go-tos.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What about Kit?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Never seen the boss get into a scrape. \u0026nbsp;Who knows?\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie scoffs loudly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah. \u0026nbsp;Who knows anything about Kit...?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip narrows her eyes at the detective.\n\n\\\u003e\"You got a grudge or somethin', sweetheart?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe black-furred fox nods bitterly, and Trip seems satisfied.\n\n\\\u003e\"I gotcha. \u0026nbsp;We'll get 'im.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith a plan all worked out, you, Connie, Dub, Trip, and Uno head out after agreeing Bonnie should keep her head down.\n\n\\\u003eAs you and your crew make your way to the Sky Blue Tower, you can't help but hum every song with the word \"Fox\" in the title you can think of.\n\n\\\u003eIt helps keep your mind off the fact that you're about to be facing off with a knife nut who fancies himself a gentleman thief.\n\n\\\u003eChances are he's probably just a crook who's fallen for his own lie...\n\n\\\u003eYou mentally prepare to shoot for diplomacy regardless. \u0026nbsp;Just in case he actually IS a gentleman of any kind.\n\n\\\u003eConnie claps a hand on your shoulder and smiles. \u0026nbsp;Momentarily forgetting your company, you kiss her lovingly, quickly breaking apart when Trip fawns over you and Uno snickers.\n\n\\\u003e\"Heheh, who'd've thought my 'luffley Lopine' would go for a human...?\"\n\n\\\u003eDub bonks the one-tailed ex-con on the head.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... leave em alone, Uno. \u0026nbsp;They ain't, uh, hurtin' you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright, alright, sheesh.\"\n\n\\\u003eOnce you make it to the base of the Tower, your target makes himself VERY obvious.\n\n\\\u003eAn obviously elderly fox stands in the midst of a crowd, wearing a tweed jacket, a bowler hat, and a small pair of glasses.\n\n\\\u003eHe stands perfectly upright despite carrying a jeweled cane, and puffs on a pipe while chatting amiably with the townsfolk.\n\n\\\u003eApparently not a soul spots him casually picking their pockets as he speaks, never missing a beat.\n\n\\\u003eOnce the fellow seems satisfied, he doffs his hat and briskly strolls away...\n\n\\\u003eOnly to stop with a friendly smile when his eyes fall upon another mark passing by. \u0026nbsp;He immediately engages the woman in conversation, following her as she walks.\n\n\\\u003eBefore long, he bids her farewell, having managed to reach into her purse and snatch her wallet with ease.\n\n\\\u003eYou and your companions stay out of sight for now.\n\n\\\u003eAs you continue to watch the fox pick every pocket in his vicinity, you hatch a plan.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uno, he doesn't know you went legit. \u0026nbsp;See if you can lead him somewhere where we can talk to him face to face.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright. \u0026nbsp;Watch me, alright? \u0026nbsp;If he gets stabby I'm gonna need backup.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, your ally heads off to speak to his old colleague. \u0026nbsp;As soon as the four-tailed gent lays eyes on Uno, he perks up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah! \u0026nbsp;Mister Singlair! \u0026nbsp;To what do I owe the pleasure?\"\n\n\\\u003eOh geez. \u0026nbsp;This man sounds like every stereotypical British gentleman in every movie ever.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, hello, Doc! \u0026nbsp;May I haff a vord with you in private?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...hrm. \u0026nbsp;Is something the matter, old boy?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Err, you could zay that, yis.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Very well. \u0026nbsp;Come, come, we shall speak in this alleyway.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe cane-toting gent leads Uno towards the alley you and your crew happen to be hiding in. \u0026nbsp;You all crouch behind a dumpster as he approaches.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well then... what seems to be the problem, Mister Singlair?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie steps out from behind the dumpster and clears her throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Doc Quad, I presume?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe apparently unflappable thief smiles genuinely.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, I see. \u0026nbsp;You are... Inspector Lopine, I believe? \u0026nbsp;A pleasure, madam. \u0026nbsp;I am indeed Doc Quad, at your service.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe bows deeply, tails waving in many directions.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mister Singlair, I can only deduce that you have left the service of Master Kit...?\"\n\n\\\u003eUno nods, watching the Doc carefully.\n\n\\\u003e\"I have, Quad.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;I must say I hadn't expected such treachery from even a man of your status. \u0026nbsp;You've surprised me, old chap.\"\n\n\\\u003eDoc's tails suddenly jolt upright as he turns towards your hiding place.\n\n\\\u003e\"I say: come out from there! \u0026nbsp;I may be getting along in years, but I daresay I can still hear you breathing, you roustabouts!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou step out, hands raised, and Dub and Trip follow suit. \u0026nbsp;Doc smiles again.\n\n\\\u003e\"I say. \u0026nbsp;Mister DuBois and Madame Tertiare. \u0026nbsp;What a surprise to see you here! \u0026nbsp;And with a... human gentleman at that.\"\n\n\\\u003eDoc seems remarkably calm to be so outnumbered.\n\n\\\u003eYou smile and attempt to look as nonthreatening as possible.\n\n\\\u003e\"Doc, we just want to talk to you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Of course, of course. \u0026nbsp;Though I must say: judging by the number of you, I daresay you lot don't trust me.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Can you forgive us for being a bit distrustful?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe chuckles warmly.\n\n\\\u003e\"I suppose I can. \u0026nbsp;Can't be too careful these days, I say. \u0026nbsp;Might I ask what it is you wish to speak about, Mister Mous?\"\n\n\\\u003eYour blood runs cold.\n\n\\\u003e\"How did you...\"\n\n\\\u003eHe chuckles again, his smile taking on a more sinister quality now.\n\n\\\u003e\"A gentleman must know his conversational partner's name, correct? \u0026nbsp;It would be rude of me not to know how to address you. \u0026nbsp;But I digress. \u0026nbsp;I would like to know your business with me. \u0026nbsp;I am a patient man, Mister Mous, but even I have my limits.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...we need your help.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie nods, and Doc holds up a hand.\n\n\\\u003e\"Terribly sorry, Mister Mous, but I would rather enjoy hearing this from Inspector Lopine. \u0026nbsp;Would you care to elucidate your companion's speech for me, madam?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie clears her throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Quad, we need information on your superiors.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe elderly gent huffs indignantly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Harumph. \u0026nbsp;Superiors, indeed. \u0026nbsp;Please go on.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"We're planning to bring Kit in and break up his gang.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;And you require my assistance to ascertain the locations of my colleagues, correct?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That's right.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe removes his glasses and wipes them with a handkerchief, revealing that he's suffering from the beginnings of cataracts.\n\n\\\u003e\"Very well then. \u0026nbsp;Thank you for the wonderful explanation, Inspector. \u0026nbsp;And might I add, that is a lovely chapeau.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie subconsciously puts a hand atop her hat protectively, and Doc chuckles.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, worry not. \u0026nbsp;I wouldn't dream of liberating you of such a fine addition to your ensemble.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou smile politely before speaking again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Doc, what got you into this gang?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, I remember it as though it were only yesterday...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...you see, I have been a gentleman thief for many years now. \u0026nbsp;I began when I was a young man, younger even than Mister DuBois. \u0026nbsp;At first, I was brash. \u0026nbsp;Even ungentlemanly at times. \u0026nbsp;But, as I grew more mature, I endeavored above all else to become a proper gentleman. \u0026nbsp;In doing so, I met some very interesting individuals. \u0026nbsp;Not the least of which was Master Kit. \u0026nbsp;Ah, I fondly recall our meeting... I managed to burgle the Master's watch directly from the wrist. \u0026nbsp;I was offered a job on the spot, as they say. \u0026nbsp;Ever since, I have made it my duty to be an excellent member of this organization.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...wouldn't you rather use your talents in a more legitimate business?\"\n\n\\\u003eFor the first time since you've met him, Doc looks a bit wistful.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah... I must admit I have considered it, old chap. \u0026nbsp;I have considered hanging up my old ways and adopting a new life. \u0026nbsp;Perhaps even retire to my home and spend the remainder of my days in my study...\"\n\n\\\u003eHe pulls a small locket from his breast pocket and sighs.\n\n\\\u003e\"...reminiscing on those warm days spent with my beloved. \u0026nbsp;Alas, Mister Mous, I grow older and wearier with every year that passes. \u0026nbsp;The relentless march of time has taken its toll on this old gentleman, and I have conceded this fact years ago.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe bows deeply.\n\n\\\u003e\"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my story.\n\n\\\u003e\"You know, Doc, you still have time to change. \u0026nbsp;You can still leave this life behind.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe smiles again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, I suppose that's true... though I rather dislike the thought of betraying the Master's trust that way. \u0026nbsp;I am a loyal man, Mister Mous, and I do not take such matters lightly.\"\n\n\\\u003eHis voice takes on a more... dangerous tone.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mister Singlair. \u0026nbsp;Mister DuBois. \u0026nbsp;Madame Tertiare. \u0026nbsp;The three of you have proven yourselves far from loyal to your employer. \u0026nbsp;I do not appreciate such disloyalty.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe sighs deeply, losing his imposing tone.\n\n\\\u003e\"...though I must admit, were I in your situations I would find my ironclad dedication challenged. \u0026nbsp;You, my single-tailed friend, were doomed to remain a lowly serf amongst nobles despite your truly impressive efforts. \u0026nbsp;Mister DuBois, your strength of both body and character is admirable. \u0026nbsp;It takes a powerful gentleman to leave an organization such as this for your beloved. \u0026nbsp;...I only wish that I were able to do the same before it was too late.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe old fox's voice wavers a bit, but he quickly regains his composure.\n\n\\\u003e\"Madame Tertiare, I must say I respect your tenacity and willingness to stand up to even the likes of Mister Octavian. \u0026nbsp;...the three of you, despite your disloyalty, have earned my respect and admiration, two things that I do not bestow lightly.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe three younger foxes thank their elder, and he chuckles warmly.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I do wonder if perhaps Mister Octavian will be lobbying for my departure soon, given my advancing age. \u0026nbsp;Though, the Master is rather insistent on maintaining the quantity of tails quirk of our ranks. \u0026nbsp;It seems to trump usefulness of an individual at times, such as in the case of your nephew, Mister Singlair.\"\n\n\\\u003eUno snarls and nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"I mean no disrespect, but I daresay young Mister Hexadin is, to be blunt, a layabout.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"No offense taken, Doc. \u0026nbsp;He's useless.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Indeed.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou decide to keep talking about the old fellow's potential retirement.\n\n\\\u003e\"Doc, may I ask what career you might've taken if you weren't a thief?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, of course; I had dreams of performing in the opera as a lad. \u0026nbsp;But, sadly, ''twas a doomed dream. \u0026nbsp;I fear I cannot carry a tune in a bucket, as they say. \u0026nbsp;So, instead, I set out to become a thespian. \u0026nbsp;Of course... I abandoned such a career once I fell under the employ of Master Kit.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see. \u0026nbsp;Doc, with all due respect, I think it may be time to admit defeat here. \u0026nbsp;It's the gentlemanly thing to do.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe chuckles warmly, a faint hint of resignation to his voice.\n\n\\\u003e\"I believe you're correct, old chap. \u0026nbsp;I have been thieving for long enough. \u0026nbsp;From this day forward... Phineas 'Doc Quad' Quadrain is retired.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe sighs deeply in what almost sounds like relief, then again pulls the locket from his pocket.\n\n\\\u003e\"...My dear, sweet Elizabeth, I only regret not having the strength to do so when it was prudent.\"\n\n\\\u003eA few tears run down the old gentleman's snout.\n\n\\\u003eConnie steps forward, frowning.\n\n\\\u003e\"Elizabeth...?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"My wife. \u0026nbsp;Alas... taken from me before her time.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie shocks Doc by pulling him into a warm embrace.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm sorry for your loss, sir.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe shakingly returns her gesture.\n\n\\\u003e\"...thank you, madam. \u0026nbsp;That's very kind of you. \u0026nbsp;Please, tell me what this old man can do to help you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"We really need to know where to find Quint, or any of the others.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, I see. \u0026nbsp;Mister Pentwell is a reclusive chap. \u0026nbsp;I believe you'll find him within his usual lair, an abandoned arcade on the outskirts of Elsewhere. \u0026nbsp;I'm afraid Mister Hexadin's whereabouts elude me at this time. \u0026nbsp;I do believe Madame Septen was undercover at a local business... though I regret to say the name of said business has entirely slipped my mind. \u0026nbsp;Mister Octavian... well, unfortunately I am not considered an important enough associate to know the location of his office. \u0026nbsp;Nor that of Master Kit's lair.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank you, Mister Quadrain.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie nods affirmatively, then removes her notepad from its usual storage. \u0026nbsp;Doc averts his eyes as she does so.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright... I believe that's all we need. \u0026nbsp;Thank you for your cooperation, and congratulations on your retirement.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe old gent bows.\n\n\\\u003e\"It was my pleasure, madam.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou all bid Doc farewell, and begin to leave, then stop when he speaks up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Inspector... do you mind terribly if I come along? \u0026nbsp;I have some... grievances I wish to take to my former superiors. \u0026nbsp;More specifically, Misters Hexadin and Octavian.\"\n\n\\\u003eDoc smiles... but there is absolutely no friendliness behind it. \u0026nbsp;Only malice.\n\n\\\u003eConnie flinches at his cold grin, but nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"If you want, feel free.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Wonderful, madam. \u0026nbsp;I shall endeavor to be a helpful member of this team.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, the 6 of you make your way to the arcade at Doc's instruction.\n\n\\\u003e...it's dead silent out here at the edge of Elsewhere. \u0026nbsp;Even the roads are barren, with not a car to be seen.\n\n\\\u003eDoc gestures grandly and bows.\n\n\\\u003e\"Here we are: Mister Pentwell's domain. \u0026nbsp;A word of warning: he will be considerably less receptive than I. \u0026nbsp;He enjoys a rather... comfortable job.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod, then make your way inside with your companions.\n\n\\\u003eIt's apparent as soon as you enter: you're dealing with a geek.\n\n\\\u003eThe whole arcade is decorated and lit as if still active. \u0026nbsp;Cabinets everywhere blip and play unrecognizable jingles.\n\n\\\u003eHowever... the arcade is empty. \u0026nbsp;Not a soul plays the cabinets.\n\n\\\u003eFor a moment, your brain describes this place as Purgatory for video games...\n\n\\\u003eA massive monitor hangs on the opposite wall, showing a stylish icon in the shape of a fox's head. \u0026nbsp;5 tails jut out from behind it in a star pattern.\n\n\\\u003eThat'll be Quint's logo, then. \u0026nbsp;What kind of mobster has his own logo...?\n\n\\\u003eTrip grumbles.\n\n\\\u003e\"Quint likes ta do video calls. \u0026nbsp;I'd bet dollars ta donuts he'll be poppin' up on that screen any second now.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly approach the massive screen, and clear your throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... hello?\"\n\n\\\u003eImmediately, every cabinet in the arcade lets out a low drone as the entire room is plunged into deep red light.\n\n\\\u003eThe logo onscreen fades out...\n\n\\\u003eReplaced with the leering skull of a fox. \u0026nbsp;A cluster of wires enters one of its eye sockets, while the other houses an LED light. \u0026nbsp;Five tails twitch behind this ghoulish visage, which soon begins speaking in a raspy voice.\n\n\\\u003e\"Main screen turn on! \u0026nbsp;Welcome to die, foolish mortals.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe skeletal face's LED eye roams over your crew, stopping on each member as the voice addresses them individually.\n\n\\\u003e\"Lololol nice tits, lady; don't you know it's rude to wear a hat indoors? \u0026nbsp;Wowowow lookit the hairless wonder! \u0026nbsp;Omgomg it's fuckin' Uno; it's like I'm lookin' at a Goomba. \u0026nbsp;Ayyyyyy it's Dub, the only gorilla to ever pass as a fox. \u0026nbsp;Ey Trip, izzat short for triple D's? \u0026nbsp;Take it off, babe. \u0026nbsp;Owo, it's Pops; I didn't know you knew what an arcade was, old man.\"\n\n\\\u003eEverything the voice says is subtitled, for some reason. \u0026nbsp;Also... he speaks so fast it's honestly a little disorienting.\n\n\\\u003eThe figure you assume must be Quint fixes his LED gaze on you with a wide skeletal grin.\n\n\\\u003e\"Welllll? \u0026nbsp;Whatcha want, noob? \u0026nbsp;I got better things to do than hang around and watch you snoo-PING AS usual around my domain.\"\n\n\\\u003eOh god. \u0026nbsp;He's a memer.\n\n\\\u003eConnie whispers something to Dub and Trip, and they quietly walk away. \u0026nbsp;The skull's eye follows them.\n\n\\\u003e\"Wow. \u0026nbsp;Such plan. \u0026nbsp;Very discrete. \u0026nbsp;I've got cameras everywhere, sugartits. \u0026nbsp;And mics.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie snarls as Dub and Trip come back sheepishly.\n\n\\\u003eYour head aches a bit as you process the word vomit that just spewed from your adversary's screen.\n\n\\\u003e...how does he know these memes?\n\n\\\u003e\"Wait... those are all from the human internet. \u0026nbsp;How did you-\"\n\n\\\u003e\"LOLOLOLOL as if I don't have access to the human internet! \u0026nbsp;Best. \u0026nbsp;Investment. \u0026nbsp;Ever. \u0026nbsp;I've been downloading ROMs, YouTube videos, the whole shebang! \u0026nbsp;I guess you could say... I am a pirate!\"\n\n\\\u003eEvery single sentence that comes out of his mouth makes you cringe on an existential level.\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay then. \u0026nbsp;Look. \u0026nbsp;We just want to know where to find your boss.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"ROFLMFAO! \u0026nbsp;Like I'd tell you noobs where to find the computer room. \u0026nbsp;I mean, the bosses' offices. \u0026nbsp;Nope, you might as well fuck off if that's what you came here for.\"\n\n\\\u003eSigh.\n\n\\\u003e\"What if I beat you at a game? \u0026nbsp;Would you tell us then?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"WTF? \u0026nbsp;You think you can beat a 1337 haxxor like me? \u0026nbsp;Lololololol! \u0026nbsp;Ain't that cute?\"\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, his previously green LED goes red as his voice is amplified massively.\n\n\\\u003e\"BUT IT'S WRONG!!!!\"\n\n\\\u003eHe returns to his normal volume, but his eye remains red.\n\n\\\u003e\"You cannot beat me. \u0026nbsp;I'll squeeze the jelly from your eyes! \u0026nbsp;Name your game, faggot. \u0026nbsp;I'll annihilate you. \u0026nbsp;Oh, and one more condition:\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"When I win... Trip and Connie have to take their tops off.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two ladies snarl loudly, and Quint's voice gets louder again.\n\n\\\u003e\"SHUT UP! \u0026nbsp;We do this on MY terms or you get NOTHING! \u0026nbsp;YOU LOSE! \u0026nbsp;Understand? \u0026nbsp;Now. \u0026nbsp;Name. \u0026nbsp;Your. \u0026nbsp;Game.\"\n\n\\\u003eQuint begins playing the Jeopardy music as he seems to quickly lose his patience.\n\n\\\u003e\"For the love of- JUST NAME YOUR GAME YOU PIECE OF-\"\n\n\\\u003eHe's cut off by the screen going dark. \u0026nbsp;You look around in confusion just as a nearby door is gently opened.\n\n\\\u003eDoc steps out, smiling... leading a scrawny fennec fox out of the backroom with a knife to his throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Apologies, Mister Mous. \u0026nbsp;This hooligan went too far when he made that demand of the ladies.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe five-tailed fox is quite pathetic in person, being short, thin, and quite obviously weak. \u0026nbsp;He snarls ineffectually, apparently not noticing Doc's polite smile growing more strained.\n\n\\\u003e\"Lemme go, you old fart! \u0026nbsp;Times have changed, I outrank you!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"And yet, I'm not the one with a blade at my neck.\"\n\n\\\u003eDoc makes a point of pressing his knife closer to Quint's throat, quickly shutting the younger fellow up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Now then. \u0026nbsp;I believe it's in your best interest to cooperate with Inspector Lopine, Mister Pentwell. \u0026nbsp;Otherwise I daresay... you may find yourself with a rather close shave.\"\n\n\\\u003e...you're glad Doc's on your side now.\n\n\\\u003eQuint panics.\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay okay okay! \u0026nbsp;Shit, just don't kill me! \u0026nbsp;Whattya need from me, sugart-\"\n\n\\\u003eDoc glares at Quint sharply.\n\n\\\u003e\"INSPECTOR? WHATTYA NEED, INSPECTOR, MA'AM?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe elder fox smiles smugly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mister Mous, given that he so rudely addressed your beloved, would you like to give this hooligan what for?\"\n\n\\\u003e...you can't resist. \u0026nbsp;Doc moves his knife a bit, and you plant a meaty kick directly into Quint's crotch. \u0026nbsp;He drops like a rock, whining.\n\n\\\u003eOnce Quint recovers, he stands up and swings at you, only for Dub to grab him and hold him back.\n\n\\\u003e\"Nuh-uh. \u0026nbsp;You're not, uh, gonna do that.\"\n\n\\\u003eWhile he's incapacitated, Connie starts interrogating the fennec.\n\n\\\u003e\"How did you get into this mob?\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm a hacker. \u0026nbsp;A damn good one too; I managed to get into the human-net, after all. \u0026nbsp;I get info for the bosses.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou chime in.\n\n\\\u003e\"How?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hah! \u0026nbsp;Like I'd tell you that.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie growls, and Quint shuts up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Now then. \u0026nbsp;Where are your superiors?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm not telling you that either.\"\n\n\\\u003eDub squeezes the stubborn hacker tightly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright, alright! \u0026nbsp;Sixpence is hanging out at a fancy restaurant downtown; Lucky is working at a theatre! \u0026nbsp;I don't know where Ocho and Kit are, I swear!\"\n\n\\\u003eDoc narrows his eyes and unfolds a butterfly knife.\n\n\\\u003e\"I SWEAR! \u0026nbsp;OCHO WON'T TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT HIS OFFICE OR KIT'S!\"\n\n\\\u003eDoc closes his knife with a satisfied grin.\n\n\\\u003e\"Is that all you need, Inspector? \u0026nbsp;Or shall I persuade the cur further?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That's all we need, Mister Quadrain. \u0026nbsp;Thank you.\"\n\n\\\u003eDub drops Quint roughly. \u0026nbsp;The hacker coughs and sputters.\n\n\\\u003e\"...what makes you think I'm not gonna call the bosses and tell em you're coming?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip steps out of the back room with a vicious grin.\n\n\\\u003e\"That huge fire that just magically started in yer computer room. \u0026nbsp;Dunno how THAT happened.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"M-MY RIG!\"\n\n\\\u003eQuint panics and runs around in search of a fire extinguisher while you and your crew rush out of his lair.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you're home free, Doc chuckles.\n\n\\\u003e\"That went rather well, wouldn't you say?\"\n\n\\\u003eEveryone mutters in agreement, with Connie smiling and thanking everyone for their help.\n\n\\\u003eNext stop: Sixpence.\n\n\\\u003eAs you and your merry band make your way to Sixpence's hideout, you begin to think about some things you've learned...\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey Uno... isn't this guy your nephew?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe ex-conman snarls.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ohhh yeah. \u0026nbsp;Sixpence's my sister's useless son. \u0026nbsp;Stupid waste of space.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What's his job?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, he mainly sits on his ass and takes in dividends from the actual work people like me and Doc do. \u0026nbsp;But... he's also the boss's investor. \u0026nbsp;See, Six married rich; grabbed him a millionaire widow who was a literal cougar. \u0026nbsp;When time came home to collect, she left the bastard everything. \u0026nbsp;Never had any kids, y'see. \u0026nbsp;So, he dumps money into whatever shit Kit needs at the moment.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, okay then...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm tellin' ya, if it weren't for his money he'd be outright useless. \u0026nbsp;Even then it's debatable.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod as another thought comes to mind.\n\n\\\u003e\"Do you guys think Kit may be up to something in the Human World...?\"\n\n\\\u003eDub and Trip frown, and Doc huffs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue what Master Kit's plan is. \u0026nbsp;How strange... usually my feedback is requested on any plans made by the Master, but not this time.\"\n\n\\\u003eUno nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, yeah; somethin' screwy is going on this time. \u0026nbsp;Ocho wouldn't even tell me the endgame.\"\n\n\\\u003eDub interjects.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh...! \u0026nbsp;I didn't, uh, see anyone from the gang in the Human World...\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip elbows her boyfriend as Uno raises an eyebrow.\n\n\\\u003e\"The hell were you doin' there?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh... we was on a date!\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip sighs as Uno laughs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Heheh! \u0026nbsp;Shoulda guessed. \u0026nbsp;You lovebirds crack me up.\"\n\n\\\u003eDoc roughly taps the one-tailed fox atop the head with his cane.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, quiet, you. \u0026nbsp;Leave the lovely couple alone.\"\n\n\\\u003eUno grumbles in frustration and runs his head.\n\n\\\u003eAs your destination approaches on the horizon, you keep chatting.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, Dub, Trip; where'd you go for your date?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip sighs, but smiles a little.\n\n\\\u003e\"Dub took me ta some kinda amusement park. \u0026nbsp;What's the name, uh... Looneyville, I think?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Wait, really? \u0026nbsp;Connie and I went there once.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie puts a hand to her chin, then gasps.\n\n\\\u003e\"Of course! \u0026nbsp;I knew I recognized you from somewhere, Trip; I saw you at Looneyville, from the Ferris wheel.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Wait, you serious? \u0026nbsp;Nice, small world after all.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two ladies chat away happily about the amusement park until you get to the restaurant.\n\n\\\u003eYou stop just outside, and Connie clears her throat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay... we're not gonna be able to go in guns blazing; this is a public place. \u0026nbsp;We need to stay calm and blend in. \u0026nbsp;There's 6 of us, 4 men and two women. \u0026nbsp;If we pair off, Dub, Trip, Anon and I can slip in and pose as normal couples on dates. \u0026nbsp;Uno, Mister Quadrain, the two of you can hide somewhere and wait in case we need backup. \u0026nbsp;Sound like a plan?\"\n\n\\\u003eEveryone nods in agreement, and so you head inside.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you're seated, your attention is drawn to a particularly small table in the rear of the restaurant.\n\n\\\u003eIt's immediately apparent that you're looking at your target.\n\n\\\u003eSixpence is clad in a very nice suit the color of wine, with a cravat and monocle topping off his affluent look.\n\n\\\u003eLike his uncle, he boasts silver fur; unlike Uno, six tails flourish behind him.\n\n\\\u003eHe chats amicably with a waiter before rising from his chair...\n\n\\\u003eAnd beelining for you and Connie.\n\n\\\u003eWhen he gets close, Sixpence pulls up a chair and sits at your table.\n\n\\\u003e\"New faces, I see! \u0026nbsp;Always nice, always nice. \u0026nbsp;I am Sixpence Hexadin, owner and manager of this fine establishment. \u0026nbsp;Is there anything I can do for you FINE people this afternoon...?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou put on a charming smile and try to play things cool.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, we'll take two martinis, virgin.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox nods and gestures for a waiter...\n\n\\\u003eThen slaps him across the temple when he arrives.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well? \u0026nbsp;You heard them. \u0026nbsp;Go! \u0026nbsp;NOW!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe terrified waiter dashes off as Sixpence regains his smooth attitude.\n\n\\\u003e\"Now then, will there be anything else?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou swallow your anger at his mistreatment of the waiter.\n\n\\\u003e\"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mmm? \u0026nbsp;I suppose I can spare a few minutes...\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank you, Mister Hexadin. \u0026nbsp;And might I say, this is a wonderful establishment you have here.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe smiles in kind.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why, thank you, Miss...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Volfe.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Miss Volfe. \u0026nbsp;I appreciate a lady with such exquisite taste... though I must insist you remove your hat. \u0026nbsp;Terribly rude to wear one into such a fine eatery as this.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie's smile becomes more strained.\n\n\\\u003e\"If it's all the same, I would much prefer to keep it on.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Nonsense, Miss Volfe.\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore she can react, Sixpence snatches Connie's hat from her head. \u0026nbsp;Her pupils narrow as her silver eyes are exposed.\n\n\\\u003eImmediately she deflates, losing some of her composure.\n\n\\\u003e\"A-ah... may I have that back, p-please...?\"\n\n\\\u003eSixpence looks positively enamored with Connie's eyes.\n\n\\\u003e\"My goodness... why would you ever want to obscure such wonderful jewels such as those?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"P-please, just give it back.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe absentmindedly lays the hat in his lap, then leans forward, staring at her.\n\n\\\u003e\"My, my. \u0026nbsp;Very enchanting~\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie seems to grow increasingly uncomfortable with the fox's gaze, and struggles to find something to cover her face with... to no avail.\n\n\\\u003e\"M-Mister Hexadin, please just return my hat...\"\n\n\\\u003eHe huffs derisively.\n\n\\\u003e\"I will not. \u0026nbsp;There is no excuse for you depriving the public of such a lovely visage.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou'd like to imagine that you managed to keep your cool.\n\n\\\u003eThat you politely informed Sixpence that he should give Connie's hat back, and he understood, then returned it.\n\n\\\u003eYou'd LIKE to say that.\n\n\\\u003eWhat actually happened, though... was much different.\n\n\\\u003eAs soon as his last words were out of his mouth, you grabbed him by the throat and dragged him out the restaurant's back door, where Uno and Doc were waiting. \u0026nbsp;Before they could do anything, you grabbed a wine bottle lying on the ground and beat Sixpence hard enough to make him spit out a few teeth.\n\n\\\u003eNow, the three of you are surrounding a very terrified and bloody Sixpence, who's barely able to speak.\n\n\\\u003e\"Wh- huh? \u0026nbsp;Who are you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That's not important, Hexadin. \u0026nbsp;What's important is that you should've gave her hat back when she asked. \u0026nbsp;Now you're answering to me.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe blinks in confusion and looks over to Uno.\n\n\\\u003e\"U... Uncle Singlair? \u0026nbsp;What're you doing here?\"\n\n\\\u003eUno shrugs with a grin.\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't ask me, Six. \u0026nbsp;You heard the man, you answer to him.\"\n\n\\\u003eNow the beaten fox looks to Doc.\n\n\\\u003e\"Doc, you wouldn't just stand by and let this happen, would you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, to my understanding, you mistreated a lady. \u0026nbsp;So... I daresay that you're getting precisely what you deserve, you mangy cur.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou bend down and grab Sixpence by the collar before pulling him up to your level.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm gonna ask one time. \u0026nbsp;Where's your boss?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe quivers in terror.\n\n\\\u003e\"L-Lucky is in a theatre just down the street, incognito. \u0026nbsp;Ocho is in his office in- in- OH GOD I DON'T REMEMBER WHERE HIS OFFICE IS!\"\n\n\\\u003eSixpence panics, shaking and barely managing to speak. \u0026nbsp;You drop him roughly to the ground.\n\n\\\u003e\"If I find Lucky, will she know where Ocho is?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Y-y-yes, she will.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Good. \u0026nbsp;One more thing. \u0026nbsp;You send so much as a cent Kit's way again and there will be hell to pay.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Y-you can't do that!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"How are you gonna stop me?\"\n\n\\\u003eJudging by the look on his face, he's not.\n\n\\\u003eWithout so much as a word of thanks, you knock Sixpence unconscious with the wine bottle. \u0026nbsp;You make your way back to Connie as Uno snickers loudly and steals his nephew's wallet.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you get to her, Connie has already put her hat back on, with apparent relief. \u0026nbsp;Dub and Trip stand with her, looking concerned. \u0026nbsp;You nod curtly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Got what we needed. \u0026nbsp;On to number 7 now.\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip's jaw drops.\n\n\\\u003e\"The hell did that come from? \u0026nbsp;He takes her hat and you go full killer?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie hugs you tightly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank you, Anon...\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip turns to the wolf with a confused look.\n\n\\\u003e\"...and what the heck was up with you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...I'd rather not talk about it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...alright, whatever. \u0026nbsp;Not my business. \u0026nbsp;But YOU! \u0026nbsp;Anon, I gotta say, I'm impressed. \u0026nbsp;Plus I finally got ta see that jackass get what he deserved, heh.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you make your way outside to meet Doc and Uno.\n\n\\\u003eAs soon as he sees you, Doc chuckles and pats you on the back.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well done, old boy. \u0026nbsp;You stood up for a woman and taught a churlish fop a good lesson. \u0026nbsp;On top of that, you managed to squeeze some valuable information from him in the process. \u0026nbsp;Take a bow, Mister Mous.\"\n\n\\\u003eUno nods in agreement.\n\n\\\u003e\"Heheh, that was great. \u0026nbsp;I've never seen the little bastard get so scared! \u0026nbsp;Good to know there's a badass lurking in you somewhere, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you and your companions head to Lucky's hideout, chatting and laughing about your defeat of Sixpence.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you arrive at the theatre, you kick yourself.\n\n\\\u003eThis is where you came with Aster and Alyssa the other day. \u0026nbsp;And you remember actually...\n\n\\\u003eTalking to Lucky, now that you think about it.\n\n\\\u003eSure enough, the 7-tailed fox stands behind the ticket counter, beaming at you.\n\n\\\u003eUnwilling to deal with acting nice, you stroll right up to Lucky...\n\n\\\u003eWho immediately pulls a pistol from her cleavage, smile never wavering, and points it directly at your head.\n\n\\\u003e\"Let's not do somethin' you'll regret, Anon. \u0026nbsp;I know good and well why you're here, and I ain't talkin'. \u0026nbsp;Ocho trusts me for a reason.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hear a loud racket as all your companions pull out their own weapons.\n\n\\\u003eEven Connie sighs before pulling a gun from one of her coat pockets.\n\n\\\u003eWorryingly, Lucky's smile remains ear to ear, despite being faced with 5 guns aimed directly at her.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well well. \u0026nbsp;So Quint wasn't full of shit after all! \u0026nbsp;You two HAVE gone turncoat, huh? \u0026nbsp;Figures. \u0026nbsp;I told Kit to get rid of you ages ago, one-tail; same with you, pops. \u0026nbsp;The two of you? \u0026nbsp;Small time. \u0026nbsp;The boss doesn't need the likes of you hangin' around!\"\n\n\\\u003eLucky quickly ducks behind her counter, then pops up with a shotgun.\n\n\\\u003e\"I so wish I could say it's been nice talking to you guys, but... hell, I'm not one to lie. \u0026nbsp;You have two options: get out of here alive or in body bags.\"\n\n\\\u003eSweating, you try for a little diplomacy.\n\n\\\u003e\"Lucky. \u0026nbsp;We just need to know where Kit is. \u0026nbsp;We don't even have to bring you into this if you just tell us.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"How fuckin' stupid do you think I am? \u0026nbsp;Your girlfriend there's gonna bring me down with the boss, just like with Quint and Sixpence. \u0026nbsp;Same goes for Ocho... who to be honest I couldn't give less of a shit about at this point.\"\n\n\\\u003eIt's frankly concerning how she never drops the smile, even though she sounds absolutely pissed.\n\n\\\u003e\"Can we just talk? \u0026nbsp;Just... put our guns down and talk?\"\n\n\\\u003eLucky giggles maniacally.\n\n\\\u003e\"O'course the unarmed fuckwit wants to call for a truce! \u0026nbsp;Fine, fine, we'll talk. But I'm not laying down anything, get me?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod, and Connie turns to the turncoat foxes.\n\n\\\u003e\"Lower your guns.\"\n\n\\\u003eThey comply hesitantly, leaving only Lucky and the inspector with their weapons raised.\n\n\\\u003eLucky giggles again.\n\n\\\u003e\"How touching, leveling the playing field for lil' ol' me.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou try to smile politely.\n\n\\\u003e\"Lucky, I swear that we don't want to bring you in. \u0026nbsp;We just want Kit; that's it. \u0026nbsp;We're not even bringing Quint or Sixpence in.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Please. \u0026nbsp;You've gone around town recruiting, threatening, and straight up beating the hell out of our guys all day. \u0026nbsp;If this ain't some vigilante shit right out of a movie I dunno what it is. \u0026nbsp;You're face to face with the biggest arms dealer in the whole damn county, and you're telling me y'ain't gonna bring me in for the glory? \u0026nbsp;I'm not stupid.\"\n\n\\\u003e...you change the subject.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why do you work for Kit if you're a big arms dealer?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Because, idiot, Kit pays me well. \u0026nbsp;Better than any other client I've ever had. \u0026nbsp;It's because of that bastard Sixpence, but his money spends as good as anyone else's.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"How much more?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...enough. \u0026nbsp;Enough to keep me in this godforsaken operation even while it falls apart.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Shit, haven't you been reading the writing on the wall? \u0026nbsp;How'd you get this far investigating if you ain't noticed things going to hell in a handbag? \u0026nbsp;...where'd you get your intel?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You won't tell me anything, why should I tell you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...fair enough. \u0026nbsp;Doesn't matter anyway.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...Lucky, please. \u0026nbsp;All we want is to nab Kit. \u0026nbsp;We never have to mention your name, nobody has to know you were ever involved.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I keep telling you, I ain't falling for that! \u0026nbsp;You're lying to me as sure as Kit's suit is red!\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie speaks up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon isn't the detective here. \u0026nbsp;I am. \u0026nbsp;I will give you my word that your involvement with Kit will not be reported when we bring him in.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...\"\n\n\\\u003eLucky lowers her gun slightly, looking thoughtful.\n\n\\\u003eSeeing an opening, you keep Lucky talking.\n\n\\\u003e\"Lucky. \u0026nbsp;We just want Kit. \u0026nbsp;If we arrest you, don't you think he'll run? \u0026nbsp;If we nab you, our actual target gets away. \u0026nbsp;If we grab Kit and leave you alone, then we succeeded in what we're out to do. \u0026nbsp;Think of it this way: would you cancel a billion dollar order if someone stopped in and offered a million before you delivered?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...of course not, that'd be fuckin' stupid. \u0026nbsp;I guess I can see that point... but Kit's still my best customer, and I pay loyalty unto loyalty.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You said it yourself: this gang is falling apart. \u0026nbsp;Why stay on a sinking ship?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I... hm.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe looks even more thoughtful and lowers her shotgun further.\n\n\\\u003e\"...this organization has gone down the shitter pretty fast, ever since 8-Tail got the idea- err, never mind. \u0026nbsp;Not important. \u0026nbsp;What's important is that you got a point, Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Besides, Kit's not getting money from Sixpence anymore.\"\n\n\\\u003eLucky's eyes widen.\n\n\\\u003e\"What. \u0026nbsp;You mean... the funds are dry?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, there's-\"\n\n\\\u003eLucky immediately grabs a phone and dials a number angrily, then speaks in an unnervingly quiet tone.\n\n\\\u003e\"Kit, it's me. \u0026nbsp;Just got word that your precious investor jumped ship. \u0026nbsp;You write me my last check now. \u0026nbsp;We are done here. \u0026nbsp;I SAID WE'RE DONE! \u0026nbsp;THE MONEY'S THE ONLY REASON I STAYED WITH THIS ASS BACKWARDS GANG, AND WITH HEXADIN OUT THAT SHIP HAS SAILED! \u0026nbsp;Send me the damn check. \u0026nbsp;And it better not bounce, or you're a dead motherfucker.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe slams the phone down, then blows a hole in the receiver with her pistol.\n\n\\\u003eLucky turns to you with an unsettling grin.\n\n\\\u003e\"I think we're done here. \u0026nbsp;Ocho's office is right down the street, here's his address.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe hands you a neatly handwritten address with a wink.\n\n\\\u003e\"Blow a hole in 8-Tail's brainpan for me, will ya? \u0026nbsp;Save me a trip.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, you and your crew set out. \u0026nbsp;Connie smiles as she quietly holsters her gun.\n\n\\\u003e\"That could've gotten ugly fast, but we managed to get out with no bloodshed. \u0026nbsp;Well, unless you count the phone.\"\n\n\\\u003eAs you walk to your destination, you and your team have a good laugh imagining the look on Kit's face when Lucky called him.\n\n\\\u003eThe big boss must be shaking in his boots, seeing as you've nearly pulled his operation out from under him now.\n\n\\\u003eOne last obstacle remains...\n\n\\\u003eOcho Octavian.\n\n\\\u003eDespite hearing the name... you don't know much about him.\n\n\\\u003e\"Say... what's Ocho's deal anyway? \u0026nbsp;What are we dealing with?\"\n\n\\\u003eUno shrugs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Never dealt with him for long; seems like a pretty stone cold guy though.\"\n\n\\\u003eDub and Trip nod in agreement.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, never seen the big guy show anything other than ice cold indifference.\"\n\n\\\u003eDoc sighs deeply.\n\n\\\u003e\"I have had the misfortune of dealing with Mister Octavian a few times, and I do not particularly care for his attitude. \u0026nbsp;He behaves far too stoic and distant to properly engage with others, making it nigh-impossible to trust him. \u0026nbsp;And yet, by virtue of his tails, Master Kit has seen fit to name him second in command... a position I fear he is no longer satisfied with.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mister Octavian strikes me as the sort with great ambitions... and no qualms with destroying anything between him and his lofty goals. \u0026nbsp;I do wonder if that would include his superior...?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...so we have a stony tough guy who may or may not have dreams of offing Kit and taking his place?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That would appear to be the case, yes.\"\n\n\\\u003eGreat. \u0026nbsp;Well, not like he was gonna be a big teddy bear, right?\n\n\\\u003eFar too soon for your liking, you arrive at the 8-tailed fox's office.\n\n\\\u003eConnie clears her throat loudly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Everyone... Ocho will likely be the biggest threat we've faced yet. \u0026nbsp;We'll need to be on our toes, and remain calm. \u0026nbsp;If we play this right, maybe we can keep things moving without any bullets being fired on either side. \u0026nbsp;Is there anything we need to do before we go in...?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou quietly pull out your pocketknife, then nod... only for Uno to snort.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's all you got? \u0026nbsp;I gotta say: the fact that you did all the shit you've done today with no gun handy is pretty impressive. \u0026nbsp;If nothing else, you got guts, Anon. Here.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe retired conman pulls a pistol from his carpetbag.\n\n\\\u003e\"Take this. \u0026nbsp;I don't know much about him, but I know Ocho's a tough son of a bitch, and I know you don't need to go in there without a gun.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou thank Uno, then have everyone prepare their weapons.\n\n\\\u003eUno, Dub, Trip, and Connie all pull out pistols with determined expressions.\n\n\\\u003eDoc grins wildly as he pulls a positively massive knife from within his coat.\n\n\\\u003eYou nod as you watch the team prepare.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright. \u0026nbsp;Me and Connie will go in first, and you guys come in if we need backup.\"\n\n\\\u003eEveryone nods as you and your girlfriend enter the office...\n\n\\\u003eOcho's office is dead silent. \u0026nbsp;Not even a clock ticks within the depths of the surprisingly well lit lair.\n\n\\\u003eThe entire room is decorated in smart black and white motifs, giving it a pleasant modern look.\n\n\\\u003eDirectly in front of you, behind a sleek, black desk, waits a square-shouldered man you immediately know is your adversary.\n\n\\\u003eOcho sits quietly, fingers making a pyramid in front of his snout as he watches you and Connie with a calculating glare. \u0026nbsp;One cloudy eye bears a deep scar across it, and in fact his entire face bears numerous signs of battle.\n\n\\\u003eOne word comes to mind: \"gray\".\n\n\\\u003eOcho's suit is a rocky gray color, and his fur seems to be graying as well. \u0026nbsp;Even his good eye is gray.\n\n\\\u003eHe sighs and grabs a bottle off his desk, then takes a long drink before setting it back down with surprising gentleness.\n\n\\\u003e\"...well? \u0026nbsp;I already know who you are, what you want, and what you've done. \u0026nbsp;Let's get this over with. \u0026nbsp;Anon, Connie, sit down.\"\n\n\\\u003eCautiously, the two of you sit opposite the mobster. \u0026nbsp;He makes no suspicious moves; he merely continues to watch you carefully, then sighs again once you're seated.\n\n\\\u003eYou start to speak, and Ocho holds up a hand.\n\n\\\u003e\"Save it. \u0026nbsp;You want to know where Kit is. \u0026nbsp;Million dollar question, huh? \u0026nbsp;Well, I'm not one to mince words, so let me explain the situation here.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe leans back in his chair.\n\n\\\u003e\"You see, the boss's latest scheme explicitly forbids me from killing the two of you. \u0026nbsp;Otherwise? \u0026nbsp;I do not exaggerate when I say you'd be so full of holes that I could use the both of you as colanders. \u0026nbsp;But to answer your question, well... I'm not telling you that.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie keeps her cool, but is obviously frustrated.\n\n\\\u003e\"Octavian, it's over. \u0026nbsp;This organization is through. \u0026nbsp;Tell us where Kit is and we'll arrest him, leaving you free.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox smiles wearily.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Connie. \u0026nbsp;Look at me. \u0026nbsp;How old do you think I am?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...honestly? \u0026nbsp;About 60.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe laughs dryly.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm 40. \u0026nbsp;See these gray hairs? \u0026nbsp;All stress. \u0026nbsp;Stress from dealing with this job.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe rises from his chair and paces around the room.\n\n\\\u003e\"Stress from managing this organization while Kit fucks around with gimmicks and ignoring the writing on the wall. \u0026nbsp;Stress from dealing with jackasses like Hexadin and Pentwell just because they fit the tail shtick. \u0026nbsp;Stress... brought on by one person, and one person alone.\"\n\n\\\u003eOcho returns to his chair.\n\n\\\u003e\"That person? \u0026nbsp;Kit-o-Nine-Tails.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe sighs again. \u0026nbsp;Ocho's voice carries no anger, merely exhaustion.\n\n\\\u003e\"Kit is a useless leader. \u0026nbsp;This gang has been falling apart since day one under the nine-tailed idiot's lead. \u0026nbsp;Hell. \u0026nbsp;One detective and her human boyfriend dismantled the whole operation in one day. \u0026nbsp;Singlair and Quadrain have been hinting at leaving for years. \u0026nbsp;Pentwell's rig went up in smoke, along with some very important data. \u0026nbsp;Hexadin's nursing a concussion, and called the boss blubbering about canceling all future funding. \u0026nbsp;Septen just called and demanded her last check.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe manages a weak smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"So. \u0026nbsp;Now it's just me. \u0026nbsp;Me and Kit. \u0026nbsp;Me and the living embodiment of every single mistake a person can possibly make as a mob boss.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou wordlessly stand up and head for the door; Ocho makes no attempt to stop you. You stick your head out and motion for the others to come in.\n\n\\\u003eAs they do, Ocho simply watches.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah. The turncoat brigade. I have to hand it to you four. You had the brains to get out of this hellhole before it collapsed. I only wish I made up my mind before it all came to this.\"\n\n\\\u003eOcho stands up and walks over to the window, sighing and staring out of it.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I planned to fix things. To keep this gang together by taking down the one thing keeping us weak: Kit.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe sighs again and presses his face to the glass.\n\n\\\u003e\"...dammit. I should've made my move sooner. I got too comfortable. Now... all the years of putting up with this shit mean nothing. In one day, over a decade of work went up in flames at the hands of a human. A decade of putting up with Kit's eccentricities, telling myself that there was potential behind them. And there was. At first. Then the quirks got in the way of being a leader. And they never stopped.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe walks back to his desk and sits down.\n\n\\\u003e\"...I have many regrets in life. The biggest of which is not killing Kit while I had the chance.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou take the opportunity to speak.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e\"Ocho, it's over. Tell us where your boss is.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe throws his hands up in defeat.\n\n\\\u003e\"I have no idea. Kit dropped off the face of the fuckin' Otherworld when things started going to hell. Sorry to disappoint you. But, believe me when I say: if I DID know where to find the boss... I'd have already done your job for you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...why am I important to your plan?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...the hell are you talking about. You never had anything to do with this. No, Kit's plan revolved entirely around your girlfriend here.\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie's jaw drops.\n\n\\\u003e\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't know. That's as much as the boss would tell me. I should've broke Kit's neck then and there.\"\n\n\\\u003eOcho extends a hand to you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Congratulations. You took down the biggest mob in Elsewhere.\"\n\n\\\u003eOcho sighs with a weary smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm going to turn myself in now. There's nothing left to do. I'm gonna sing like a canary too. If I can get that fucker Kit busted too, then my work will have been worth something. Take care, An-\"\n\n\\\u003eThere's a deafening gunshot from behind you, and Ocho drops like a rock.\n\n\\\u003eYou turn to look at the door, and see...\n\n\\\u003eBonnie, shakily holding a smoking pistol.\n\n\\\u003e\"...g-got him. I finally got the son of a bitch. Ocho Octavian is dead, and I'm the one who shot him.\"\n\n\\\u003eA smile spreads across her face as she steps into the room.\n\n\\\u003ePanic fills the room as everyone processes what just happened. \u0026nbsp;Bonnie smiles and looks around, apparently unaware of the confusion.\n\n\\\u003eConnie eventually speaks.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Bonnie. \u0026nbsp;Ocho was going to turn himself in. \u0026nbsp;He was going to spill everything he knew about Kit. \u0026nbsp;Now, all that information is lost. \u0026nbsp;Why did you do that?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe black fox goes wide-eyed.\n\n\\\u003e\"...ya mean... he was surrendering?\"\n\n\\\u003eTrip snarls and snaps a finger, causing Dub to reach for Bonnie. \u0026nbsp;The inspector turns her gun on him.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hands off. \u0026nbsp;I don't care if you're retired or not, DuBois.\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie strolls to the center of the room and stands above Ocho, casting a ghoulish grin down on him before speaking.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'd say this operation was a rousing success, wouldn't you? \u0026nbsp;Half of Kit's gang has retired. \u0026nbsp;Quint Pentwell lost terabytes of blackmail fuel. \u0026nbsp;Sixpence Hexadin is afraid to drop so much as a dollar on criminal activity again. \u0026nbsp;Lucky Septen has terminated her contract with Kit. \u0026nbsp;And Ocho Octavian is stone cold dead. \u0026nbsp;Only one left to catch...\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie growls quietly.\n\n\\\u003e\"One that we'll never find now because the only person who knew where to find him is dead.\"\n\n\\\u003eBonnie chuckles quietly, then reaches behind her, taking hold of her tail.\n\n\\\u003eShe fiddles with something then removes a small length of string...\n\n\\\u003eHer nine tails fan out behind her impressively.\n\n\\\u003ePanicked, Connie points her gun right at Bonnie- no, Kit's heart. \u0026nbsp;Alarmingly, the villain smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"Go on. \u0026nbsp;Do it. \u0026nbsp;That's what you're here to do. \u0026nbsp;This is the last step of my final plan. \u0026nbsp;This is the endgame. \u0026nbsp;Connie, it's as easy as pulling that trigger. \u0026nbsp;Do this, and be rid of the worst criminal in Elsewhere.\"\n\n\\\u003eYour girlfriend sighs, keeping her pistol trained.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Why?\"\n\n\\\u003eKit chuckles, a sound that comes off not as mirth, but as the laugh of someone at the end of their rope.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why? \u0026nbsp;Because I want out. \u0026nbsp;Do you have any idea how hard it is to live a double life? \u0026nbsp;I've been both Kit-o-Nine-Tails and this 'Bonnie Vulpin' for years now. \u0026nbsp;You think that's easy? I used to be at the top of my game; sober, sneaky, and smart. \u0026nbsp;Then came the problem: you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Me?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, you. \u0026nbsp;You... you were too much of a real friend to me. \u0026nbsp;Dammit Con, I love you like a sister. \u0026nbsp;You're the only person who ever acted like they gave half a shit about me. \u0026nbsp;And everything you knew about me was a lie. \u0026nbsp;I betrayed the trust of my one true friend for years...\"\n\n\\\u003e...Kit's eyes begin to fill with tears.\n\n\\\u003e\"...that's what drove me to drink. \u0026nbsp;It ruined me, Con. \u0026nbsp;The stress, the alcohol, the guilt of it all. \u0026nbsp;I went from a ruthless godmother to a broken shell of a woman desperately trying to ignore the writing on the walls. \u0026nbsp;Ocho had been planning to kill me for months now, and he nearly went through with it this morning. \u0026nbsp;The only reason I'm glad he didn't was so that I could take him with me.\"\n\n\\\u003eKit slowly walks forward until Connie's pistol is firmly pressed against her chest.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, do us all a favor, Con. \u0026nbsp;Pull that trigger and end this gang once and for all. \u0026nbsp;Put a stop to Kit-o-Nine-Tails' reign of terror. \u0026nbsp;Get the recognition you deserve...\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fox trails off.\n\n\\\u003eConnie shakes her head.\n\n\\\u003e\"No. \u0026nbsp;I won't do it. \u0026nbsp;Bonnie... no, Kit, to kill you would accomplish nothing. \u0026nbsp;All I would be doing would be playing right into your plan. \u0026nbsp;So, no, I won't kill you. \u0026nbsp;You're going to pay for your crimes, to suffer like you deserve.\"\n\n\\\u003eTo your shock, the crime boss bursts into tears, sobbing.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why...? \u0026nbsp;Con, I'm begging you as your friend. \u0026nbsp;All I want is a way out. \u0026nbsp;You're holding exactly what I need, and you'd deprive me of my last wish? \u0026nbsp;Me, Bonnie Vulpin, your best friend?\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie takes a deep breath.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes. \u0026nbsp;You were my friend for years. \u0026nbsp;But, as you yourself said, it was all a lie. \u0026nbsp;You only want to play up our friendship so I'll kill you. \u0026nbsp;I'm not playing your game anymore, Kit. \u0026nbsp;You are under arrest.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe nine-tailed fox breaks down altogether.\n\n\\\u003e\"C-Con...! \u0026nbsp;Please just shoot me, PLEASE!\"\n\n\\\u003eTears run down Connie's face, but she ignores the black fox's pleas. \u0026nbsp;She removes a pair of handcuffs from her coat and shackles Kit's hands behind her back.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Con...\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie sighs once more.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Kit-o-Nine-Tails, your organization is through. \u0026nbsp;It's all over. \u0026nbsp;You played the long game, and in the end, lost.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...n-no I didn't. \u0026nbsp;Everything went exactly as I hoped. \u0026nbsp;You demolished the gang so that it would never come back. \u0026nbsp;The only failure here is the fact that I'm still breathing.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe mob boss looks over to you now.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Anon. \u0026nbsp;You were a big help. \u0026nbsp;Thank you. \u0026nbsp;...actually. \u0026nbsp;Con won't do it, but maybe you can do your old pal Kit a favor...?\"\n\n\\\u003eKit smiles, tears in her eyes.\n\n\\\u003e\"...just a little favor, Anon. \u0026nbsp;Easy as point and shoot. \u0026nbsp;Hell, I'll save you the point half even.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe cuffed mobster presses her head against the barrel of your pistol.\n\n\\\u003e\"T-there. \u0026nbsp;Just squeeze the trigger. \u0026nbsp;Easy breezy.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou pull the gun away and hand it back to Uno.\n\n\\\u003e\"W-what?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm not gonna kill you, Kit.\"\n\n\\\u003eThere's a long silence as her tears begin flowing harder. \u0026nbsp;Kit takes a deep, shuddering breath.\n\n\\\u003e\"...why?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Because, I'm not a killer like you. \u0026nbsp;No, I'm just a window washer. \u0026nbsp;That's all I am. \u0026nbsp;And you know what else? \u0026nbsp;I believe you can change.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe laughs dryly, no happiness in her voice.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why's that? \u0026nbsp;I'm a complete monster. \u0026nbsp;The best thing you can do is kill me. \u0026nbsp;Put me out of Elsewhere's misery.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"No. \u0026nbsp;You hate the life of crime, right? \u0026nbsp;Then do like these four: reform. \u0026nbsp;Go legitimate and make up for everything you've done in your career.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Why bother? \u0026nbsp;I've already lost everything else today. \u0026nbsp;Including my one friend...\"\n\n\\\u003eConnie sighs.\n\n\\\u003e\"...Kit... I agree with Anon. \u0026nbsp;I know you can change, because you still care enough about our friendship. \u0026nbsp;If you didn't have a shred of decency, you would've killed all of us instead of just Ocho.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...C-Con... I wouldn't... I couldn't kill you. \u0026nbsp;Uno, Dub, Trip, Doc... I could never hurt you either.\"\n\n\\\u003eKit bursts into tears again, sobbing and becoming unable to speak.\n\n\\\u003eTears running down her snout, Connie continues booking Kit. \u0026nbsp;The resigned mobster continues to sob, occasionally choking out a few words.\n\n\\\u003e\"...w-will you visit me... in jail, Con?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...I will.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...thank you, Con.\"\n\n\\\u003eEventually, the police are called, and Connie embraces her friend-turned-nemesis.\n\n\\\u003eThe two women attempt to speak, but Kit breaks down entirely, merely whining and crying every time she opens her mouth to talk.\n\n\\\u003eConnie also begins sobbing quietly...\n\n\\\u003eIn fact, everyone gets a bit misty-eyed. \u0026nbsp;Even Uno.\n\n\\\u003eKit looks over to you with a sad smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"H-hey. \u0026nbsp;Treat Con right, okay? \u0026nbsp;She's the best friend anyone could ever have.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod.\n\n\\\u003e\"I know.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe mobster smiles and embraces her friend once more, just as the police arrive.\n\n\\\u003eThey take Kit away with no issues.\n\n\\\u003eShe looks back one last time with a teary smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's all over. \u0026nbsp;Good work, everyone. \u0026nbsp;Enjoy your lives... and stay clean.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that parting line, Kit-o-Nine-Tails, also known as Bonnie Vulpin...\n\n\\\u003eIs gone.\n\n\\\u003eConnie pulls her hat as low as it'll go before pulling you into an embrace. \u0026nbsp;Despite the hat, you know she's crying.\n\n\\\u003eYou merely console her quietly for what feels like hours.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, you leave the office of the late Ocho Octavian and return to Connie's own office.\n\n\\\u003eAs you slowly walk to the detective agency, Connie sighs and continues to let tears flow down her face.\n\n\\\u003e\"...she was my best friend, Anon. Bonnie was like a sister to me... and she was Kit the whole time.\"\n\n\\\u003eEvery so often, you simply stop walking and embrace her. It seems to help a bit.\n\n\\\u003eWhen you come to a candy shop, you quickly run in and buy a large bag of jellybeans. Connie smiles and does her usual trick, pouring the entire bag into her mouth at once.\n\n\\\u003eThough she's still clearly upset, Connie treats you to another of those multicolored grins, and the two of you can't help but laugh.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you arrive at the agency, you head straight up to Director Hoardwell. As soon as she sees Connie, the dragoness leaps from her chair and runs for the wolf, embracing her.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, Connie, I heard what happened. I'm so sorry. I... I should've figured this out years ago. I'm sorry.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's okay, Director. You couldn't have known. All that matters is that Kit's operation is done.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Director shakes her head and squeezes Connie tighter.\n\n\\\u003e\"No. That's not all that matters. YOU matter. How you feel matters to me. If you want time off, take it. Please, just... take care of yourself, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eHoardwell releases your girlfriend... then hugs you. Her strength is almost bone crushing, her body extremely warm.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, I'm sorry you got roped into this. As a civilian, you should never have been in this kind of danger. Thank you for all your hard work.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe releases you with a sly grin.\n\n\\\u003e\"I've heard tell that a local detective agency just had a position open up. I think I could put a good word in for a man who helped bring down Kit's mob...\"\n\n\\\u003eYou thank her... then remember something.\n\n\\\u003e\"Miss Hoardwell... can you tell me why Connie was assigned to watch me?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmm? ...I think you've earned that much. Anon... there is a group in our world. A very dangerous group. We fear they're looking for humans for some reason... and that you were a target.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What? \u0026nbsp;How did they know about me?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"According to what we know, you fit a very handy profile for them: you live alone, in a large city where you wouldn't be missed, and near a Door Between Worlds for that matter.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Have they already been into my world before?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes. \u0026nbsp;They've sent their... acquisitions officer into the human world several times.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Who are they? \u0026nbsp;What do they do?\"\n\n\\\u003eHoardwell sighs, blowing black smoke out of the corners of her mouth.\n\n\\\u003e\"We don't know their goals. \u0026nbsp;All we know is their name: LASH.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...does that stand for anything?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"We've not been able to determine that.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What DO you know?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"They're called LASH. \u0026nbsp;Their base is outside Elsewhere, but in the Otherworld. \u0026nbsp;They've made use of several Doors in their schemes... They're targeting humans. \u0026nbsp;They're incredibly dangerous.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Why are they dangerous?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That... I can't say. Though I feel you've earned some clearance, I can't talk about that. \u0026nbsp;Sorry.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"So, Connie was sent to watch out for me...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, she was. \u0026nbsp;And it seems she was very successful.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What else was she supposed to do?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Study how humans act... get intel on LASH... protect you if it came to it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I see...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What was Kit's plan originally?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well... according to her own file on the case, it seems that she merely set out to make money and cause chaos. \u0026nbsp;When she wanted out... she began sabotaging her own gang, ultimately setting Connie on her own trail...\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Do you think she was tied to this LASH group?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"We think that she may have done business with them a few times, but never became a full member.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...okay then. \u0026nbsp;Miss Hoardwell, thank you for telling me all this.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hug the silver dragoness, then embrace Connie warmly. \u0026nbsp;Hoardwell chuckles warmly.\n\n\\\u003e\"You two head home. \u0026nbsp;It's late, and you've earned a good night's rest. \u0026nbsp;Take care.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou bid Hoardwell farewell, then you and your girlfriend head home to her apartment...\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eOnce you arrive, Connie practically snaps your spine with a tight embrace.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, thank you. \u0026nbsp;Thank you for everything. \u0026nbsp;I love you. \u0026nbsp;I love you so much.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe kisses you repeatedly, then sheepishly lets you go when her hat falls off.\n\n\\\u003eYou gently replace the hat, and she hugs you once more.\n\n\\\u003eConnie yawns deeply.\n\n\\\u003e\"...it's been a long day.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It has.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles drowsily and heads for the bedroom, with you following close behind.\n\n\\\u003eConnie quietly removes her coat and hangs it up, then burrows under the blankets of her bed. \u0026nbsp;Once you get changed into your bedclothes, you join her.\n\n\\\u003eThrowing an arm around your beloved shewolf, you pull her close, enjoying her warm, soft fur.\n\n\\\u003eConnie smiles, her eyes barely visible under her hat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Goodnight, Anon. \u0026nbsp;I love you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Love you too, Connie.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe kisses you sleepily, and the two of you lie there in each other's arms, love and happiness flooding your minds.\n\n\\\u003eConnie's tail drapes itself over your side as you begin to doze off.\n\n\\\u003eMurmuring one last declaration of love, you fall asleep next to the love of your life, knowing that tomorrow will be much calmer.","series":{"name":"Completed CYOAs","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1435867-being-watched.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1436451-painted-on.json"}}