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Jay had a simple task ahead of him.

Take a registered car -- nothing stolen -- go to the airport, pick up the contact, and drop the contact off at a motel of their choosing.

Jay had two others accompanying him, they sat in the back seat. Both had their faces glued to their phones. One of the boys was a tiger that liked to be called Fang -- a play of his actual name, Lang. The other, a canine of sorts, he was often just referred to as Mutt.

Then there was Jay, a maned wolf who typically wore v-necks due to the excessive fluff around his neck and collar. The other boys often berated him for wearing girl's clothes and called him a fag.

Jay hated that word.

The three of them were all around the same age, Jay only recently turned eighteen, the other two were nineteen. Despite the small age gap, they still treated Jay like a child. Jay didn't mind too much -- it was the only life he really knew, and he liked the attention.

They rolled up to the airport's pick-up zone. The other boys noticed their arrival and perked up briefly. "See anything?" Mutt asked.

Jay shook his head.

The tiger looked up and gazed out the window. "Doesn't help the fact that Bucher said he's a guy that probably don't wanna be seen," said Fang, then looked back to his phone.

The passenger-side door opened.

Jay's hand instinctively went for a knife he had stashed in the driver's side door. The other boys slid their paws around concealed pistols while a large grey wolf slid into the passenger seat, nodded to the three and set a small briefcase in his lap.

"Do you know where we're going?" he asked; his voice was very rough and low.

Jay's grip slid off the knife handle. "Motel?"

The wolf glanced toward Jay, then over the two in back. The contact's eyes were sharp, predatory. They looked right through Jay and his friends.

"Yeah, just stick to the speed limit."

The wolf guided Jay through the city. When stopped at a set of traffic lights, the tiger tapped Jay's shoulder, "Catch ya later," said Fang, before he and Mutt stepped out of the car.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business," said Mutt.

"Seriously? Fuck you man," said Jay as he got flustered.

Mutt pointed and laughed. "No thanks, fuck him instead faggot."

The two slipped away as traffic started to beep at them.

Despite the unspoken understanding and direction which filled the moments that followed between the wolves, the silence got to Jay and he barked out, "I'm not gay -- b-by the way."

The man gestured another right turn, which led Jay to pull into an alley.

"Wait here," the wolf said, then slipped out of the car with the briefcase.

Fuck, Jay slapped the wheel, I'm a fucking idiot, just don't talk, shut up Jay.

It was a few minutes until the wolf returned with a duffel bag. He got in the car and shoved the bag over his shoulder into the back. He pointed forward, and Jay drove out of the alley. Once back on the main road, the wolf looked to Jay.

"Why did those two leave?"

Jay shrugged. "Probably to jerk each other off."

The wolf quirked his left brow, looked back to the road and continued to direct Jay.

God damn I did it again, shut up Jay.

"What is your name?"

"Jay."

"Good. Jay, you will be my driver for the next few days."

The young maned wolf's ears perked and his brow furrowed. "Uhh?"

"I'm Anderrick. You will call me sir, or boss."

Jay didn't question it, the wolf's voice alone demanded obedience. "Y-yes, sir."

It was another fifteen minutes until they reached their destination; a single story motel with a bright, neon sign out front. Anderrick already had a key it seemed, for he made a beeline from the car, to the room. Jay got out to follow, however within two steps he was stopped by Anderrick's authoritarian voice, "Get the bag."

Without hesitation Jay pivoted on the spot, and returned to the car to collect the large bag from the back seat.

The motel room stunk of cigarettes, enough so even Anderrick sprayed some air freshener. It was a small room, with two single beds. Anderrick claimed the one closest to the door and eyed Jay as he walked in, the wolf pointed to the space between the beds. Jay dropped the bag there, and went to sit on the other bed.

"Are we gunna be here long? I don't exactly have a spare change of clothes."

The wolf was in the process of undoing his boots when he glanced upwards to Jay.

"Not sure. What do you want for dinner?"

"Uh... just a burger, I guess?"

"A burger. Good choice."

The wolf tossed the boots aside and pulled his phone out to make the order.

"I need you up early, we have a small errand to run in the morning."

"What time?" Jay asked.

"Not sure. Just be ready."

Jay scrolled through mindless memes on his phone while in bed. Anderrick sat by the tiny dinner table. A half-hour passed like this, before Anderrick rather robotically stood and approached the door. As it was opened, Anderrick found a young feline man outside with his hand raised, about to press the doorbell.

"Y-your order..." He croaked, and extended his other hand to offer a steaming plastic bag.

"Thank you."

Jay raised his head and watched Anderrick slap a single note in the man's hand as he took the bag, and shut the door.

_Was that a full fifty dollar bill? _The young wolf stood and quirked his head toward Anderrick. "How much do I owe you?"

Anderrick's ears twitched. "Uh... like five bucks."

_Why does he seem surprised by the question? _Jay pondered while he pulled his wallet out from his rear pocket, and found a single ten dollar note amongst some old receipts. "I've only got a tenner. Here," he said as he placed it on the table. Anderrick gazed over the note for a second, then handed over a burger, and unwrapped one for himself.

The big wolf devoured his burger in moments, and licked his fingers clean.

"How did you get into this work?" Anderrick asked.

"Ahh... Bucher -- my boss -- he caught me stealing food from a grocer, and got me out of trouble, and since then I've been working for him. Could be worse, ey? Been a few years now..." Jay said, then took another bite of his burger.

"Parents?"

Without making eye contact, Jay shook his head.

Anderrick wiped his muzzle clean with a tissue, then taps the table.

"Your two friends had guns. Why don't you?"

How did he know that?

Jay blinked toward Anderrick, then swallowed the last bite of that burger. "I... uh, I stopped asking for one, since all the times I did they bought me giant fuckin' dildos."

"Do you know how to clean a gun?"

"No, sir."

"I doubt your friends clean their guns, they'll lose their fingers someday. I will show you how to clean a gun. There is one in the bag, grab it for me," the large male nodded to the duffel bag, "I promise it's not a dildo."

Jay stifled a chuckle and collected the rubbish from their dinner in the plastic bag. Anderrick gave him an appreciative nod as he took it to the bin then went to the bag, and rummaged through it. Jay did his best to look past the taped up bags, and money -- only grabbing the handgun within. "This will be yours," said Anderrick, then proceeded to run through the basics of maintaining such a weapon. He pulled out his own gun, dismantled it and put it back together, and over the next hour he had Jay doing the same with his over, and over. Jay seemed to enjoy himself, even if he struggled at times -- Jay persisted.

Once Jay was able to follow the process without hesitation, Anderrick stopped him. "That's good, we can rest now. We can continue in the morning," he said. A hint of a smile cracked at the corners of his muzzle.

Jay looked to him, locked eyes for a moment and nodded, _I see that smile, is that pride? Are you happy I learned so quick? Shit -- those eyes are looking straight through me. _"T-thanks for showing me that, Anderrick-"

"-sir," corrected Anderrick.

"Anderrick-sir -- s-sir -- yep. Sorry I'm just tired," said Jay as he packed up, I want to kill myself.