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It had been a rough two days for me, and I certainly wasn't in the greatest of moods. It was no wonder I kicked the lion guard harder than I needed to in the back of the head. It had been far too easy to get my paws free of those ropes holding me to that cheap and wobbly chair. The thing had been half broken even before they tied me to it. Guess they didn't want to waste all the good furniture on a small and unassuming wallaby girl. If only they'd done their research and realized that I'd grown up with three brothers, and that I had been taking kickboxing classes since I was 7. I was definitely the wrong girl to try to kidnap and ransom, much less be looked after by one paperwork-distracted guard.

I didn't try to kill the poor lion. He was only doing his job after all, no matter how illegal it might have been. But as his head slammed down on the desk, and his body remained motionless, I didn't have time to check on him. I needed to get out of there before anyone realized I was free. It only took me a moment to slide his pistol out of its holster, although I was rather surprised that it came with a silencer already attached. That had to mean we were in some kind of public building, or at least a place where too much noise would alert the wrong people. That certainly narrowed down the options.

All I could really remember about how I'd gotten here was that I was walking home from my kickboxing class, or maybe from shopping... the details were still a bit fuzzy. I had been in this room for probably a day or so though, based on how many times the guards had changed out. That had given me enough time to come up with a vague escape plan. I had no idea if help was coming for me, and besides I was more than used to doing things myself anyway. Good help was hard to get nowadays.

I clenched the gun in my paws as I crept towards the door, and with a peak out the small window I looked down the drab and boring hallway before me. It definitely screamed basement, or possibly industrial complex. I nudged the door open with my shoulder and crept out, keeping my ears and pistol at the ready. I made sure the safety was off as I began to follow the OSHA designated EXIT signs towards some kind of stairwell. I wasn't sure how many guards would be actively patrolling, but to my slight surprise I didn't seem to encounter any resistance. I moved quietly, with my large feet muffling the sound of my careful steps, as I reached and began to climb those stairs. I made it just past the B-2 door before I heard someone start to make their way down from above.

I quickly scampered back towards the B-2 door and pushed it open, taking a quick look around before ducking into a nearby hallway. I didn't wait around to see if anyone had heard me or not either. Instead I shuffled my way down and around another corner, pressing my back to the wall and just keeping an eye out for anyone that might come by. No one did, but as I had my ears trained to pick up any noise at all I heard the muffled laugh of someone coming from the room next to me. As nervous as I was about being caught I couldn't help but tilt my head and listen in, not expecting to hear someone laughing in such a depressing space.

It was hard to make out the words, but as I slid in closer and calmed my breathing I could vaguely hear something along the lines of, "...she was easy enough to capture. And unless her father signs the contract she won't ever be seen alive again." Another laugh shot through the door I had crept up to, echoing the first I'd heard. "As for you," the voice continued, "I'm afraid you won't be able to see things either way. We have a new product we need to test..."

Now I was rather curious, and I leaned in to peek through the little porthole in the center of the door. I had to stifle a gasp at what I saw. I knew the person in my line of sight almost instantly, even with his back turned. That black and red fur, the mix of wolf and fox features, all dressed up in a fancy looking suit. It could only be Tristan Chax, the CEO of a Chax Manufacturing Company, and the main rival to my own Father's weapons business.

I grit my teeth almost painfully as my grip increased on that gun, somewhat surprised I didn't squeeze the trigger in the process. That bastard wanted to kidnap me and use me for ransom against my own Father for some business deal? I'd be more than happy to show him just what kind of terrible mistake he'd made.

I wasn't well known for holding back my impulses, and besides I had the bastard right in my sights. Before I could even think about anything I felt myself reach for the door handle. I gave it a quick twist, and surprisingly enough it seemed to be unlocked. I didn't bother trying to be quiet as I shoved the door open and drew my gun out in front of me.

Tristan barely had enough time to spin around at the noise, letting my eyes lock onto his, before I took aim and squeezed the trigger. I was a pretty good shot with all the practice I'd gotten over the years, and luckily my aim stayed true even in the heat of the moment. With one muffled pop a bullet raced out of the barrel and slammed into that frightened hybrid face about fifteen feet away. A large cloud of red mist continued to hang in place behind it as the creature dropped down to the floor almost as quickly as he'd spun, leaving my own heart racing just a bit as I began to lower the gun. "Serves you right, bitch," I said back with a satisfied huff. Only then did I hear a little whimper come back from someone to the side, slowly being coated in the red mist floating in from above.

Tied to a much sturdier chair than I had been was a red fox, gagged and shirtless, with an IV stuck in one arm. There was some kind of green liquid in the IV sack suspended above him, although it seemed that Tristan hadn't quite flipped the switch before I had found him. I felt bad about the test subject of course, but at the moment I had other priorities. Even the muffled gunshot was still rather loud, and I was expecting at least a guard or two to show up any second. But as I turned to leave a few heavy and begging whimpers from the fox made me groan and stop before finally rushing on over to free him. I'd already killed one, if not maybe two people today - I needed a good deed to help balance that out.

He was quick to grab a few breaths as I took the gag out of his muzzle, but even before I freed his paws he shot back, "You're... Jade Lennox, aren't you? I'm here to... rescue you. I'm Agent 47."

That made me pull back and give him quite the glare, letting that sink in for both of us before I replied with, "You? Save me? Rather pathetic job so far."

There wasn't much he could say back, but he did add in a soft whimper while I got his paws free. "Yeah, well, I ran into a little trouble along the way. But I know the way out."

"No shit," I added back with a grumble. I turned to walk back towards the door, giving a quick look out into the hallway. "They're called stairs. We're on B-2. Two more floors to the ground level, then we can probably just walk out. With everyone having silencers this is probably the Chax. Co. building basement, isn't it? Might be an alarm or something, but once we're in the lobby or the back alley we're free and clear."

"Well... yeah," he added back, straightening out some of his fur as he looked a little lost at what to say next.

"Come on then," I shouted back, pushing the door open with my shoulder. "And try not to get captured again." I gave off a small grunt as I began to work my way down the hallway, muttering to myself, "Why am I always surrounded by such idiots? A girl's gotta do everything these days."