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Chapter Seventeen

"Going In"

By

Furry Sith Lord

Will was dressed casually as he nursed a beer in a bar next to his house. He wanted to drink something stronger but the deer had put him on restrictions to make sure he didn't become too drunk to carry out his orders. It had been two days since he made that fake phone call and the deer instructed him to lay low and wait to be contacted by the doberman.

Will was starting to get impatient because all he kept thinking about was Jon being locked in a holding cell at one of C.I.Z.A.'s secret prisons. He wondered what they were doing to him and hoped it wasn't hurting him too much. He knew some interrogation techniques and since Jon always seemed soft, Will figured he'd crack at the first signs of pain. The trouble was that since Jon couldn't tell them anything they may torture him more thinking he's holding out on them.

"Whiskey on the rocks," A doberman said as he placed a $20 bill on the counter. Will recognized him as the one he saw in the scope when Jon was abducted. He had to pretend he didn't know the dog to continue following the deer's plans. The one thing he swore was that if anything happened to Jon he would make both the deer and this mutt pay.

"I never trust anyone that doesn't drink whiskey, if you're a male then you drink a male's drink." The doberman replied.

"Wish I could but I've been in too much trouble lately, now I'm stuck with this watered down piss." Will replied and turned around to face the doberman as he leaned against the bar.

"Sucks to be you fella," The doberman said and Will finished his beer in one swig then acted out that he was getting ready to leave.

"Enjoy," Will replied as he started to walk away the doberman grabbed his arm.

"Hey fella, What do you got against drinking the good stuff?" Will noticed the doberman was slurring his speech to make himself appear drunk. He was trying to lure Will into thinking he was harmless to let his guard down.

The deer had prepared for this and found that in order to block alcohol from making a person intoxicated there is a trick he found. Mixing yeast with yogurt helps block a certain amount of liquor depending on the amount you eat. The deer set up a sum so he could technically get wasted and not feel a thing in order to let the dog fool himself into thinking he had the upper hand. Chances are that the dog probably took the stuff himself and was acting drunk.

"I really shouldn't, I get drunk too easy." Will replied and threw in playing hard to get in order to trick the dog.

"Come on buddy, I'm buyin' Had a good week myself." The Dobermsn replied and hiccupped to throw in certainty he was loaded.

"Well... alright, how could I say no to a free drink." Will replied after pausing a moment to make it appear that he was even considering the proposal. He didn't want to seem too eager and the last thing he wanted was getting himself caught the way Jon had. He had hidden a tracking device in wallet just in case but who knew if the dog was going to make him abandon it if he were arrested by him. He needed to appear weak and easily manipulated in order for the deer's plan to work.

"Ahhhh, that's the good stuff." Will said after he downed the whiskey in one gulp. He then let out a loud burp but inwardly the whiskey did nothing for him. With the alcoholic effects neutralized he was not kidding when he said the beer had been piss poor weak. The whiskey was even worse but he had to pretend that it wasn't.

"You drink fast brutha, how about anotha 2 for my friend here and 1 mo fwee mee." The Doberman said and Will could tell he was faking. The bartender set out three glasses and loaded each with ice before filling them.

"Yowl know wha I do floor a livin? I save the world." The doberman said but the last sentence was said with complete clarity as if he wasn't drunk at all. Here was an opening for Will to show he was drunk and didn't care if he fell for the dog's trap.

"Whawt?! Me two I protek, whad you call um? You no, different amnimals. I sayv dem and day pay me."

"So you're like a bodyguard?" The doberman asked and Will noticed how he was no longer as drunk as he was pretending. Had Will actually been drunk he would have not noticed the change. The deer had been right about how sneaky he was but unfortunately Will needed to keep the dog fooled which meant he had to keep pretending.

"Kindda but I alsa do detectuv work too, you know like follah a cheating husbin or wiyf." Will was glad he knew how to slur his words to act drunk. He kept some silva stored in the bottom part of his maw so his swords slurred like a real drunk's would. There was a comedian that used to pretend he was drunk to make his audience laugh. He was Foster Bricks and they nicknamed him the Lovable Drunk.

"Any current jobs you're working on?" the doberman asaked.

"I gots one but itz top secreet."

"Bar keep, another drink for my friend here." The doberman shouted and as the bartender began to fill up another glass. Will thought to himself that the dog was trying to feed him more piss but if he only knew the truth. He was glad he was sober enough to remember his lines but the deer made him eat enough of that anti drunk crap that he wondered if he'd ever be drunk again.

"Come on, you can tell me we're old friends after all." The doberman replied and it was the opening Will had been waiting for to deliver the lines the deer wanted him to.

"Ya yar 'ight. So dis deya wants ta hier me ta find a wyte foss. Da deya iz marryed tu da foss and I gohhta find a yellow dawg becuz he nos whair da foss is." Will said trying to make it sound really important even though this was staged as him slipping up and telling the doberman what he wanted to hear. The doberman would try and get more outta him but he would be too drunk to tell him anything useful so by tomorrow the doberman should call him and make an offer he was not to refuse.

"How much did he say he was gonna pay you?" Will had his regular flat fees for certain jobs so the deer told him to up the price a little so it looked reasonable that the deer wanted his services but enough that the dog will offer him more money to betray the deer.

"A grand an sum changa, I can't remembur rite now."

"Did you find the yellow doggied?" The doberman shrewdly asked.

"Naw, no twace of it anywere. Gawt no choyce but ta qwit da job." Will replied.

"That's too bad, my friend, just too bad. Wish I could help you out in some way." The doberman said and Will patted his shoulder and stumbled away. The deer had warned that once he originally called and read the script then his phone and self would be under surveillance. He couldn't call the deer to tell him about the meeting and he'd have to take a bus home rather than drive drunk. It was all stuff he did the times he was actually drunk so he didn't mind playing the part. The tougfh part was not hitting the stupid dog for what he nearly did to his friend. Jon seemed like the nice sort and didn't deserve nearly getting shot by this monster then thrown into who knows what kind of cage. He could only hope that Jon could read his thoughts because help was coming on the way, so just hang in there buddy!

Will jumped with a start as his cell phone rang and he checked the screen to see what the caller ID said. It was a number he didn't recognize but he knew he had to answer it because it was either the doberman or a potential client.

"Hello," he said weakly because he was supposed to be pretending he had a hangover. He let his eyes focus and he looked at the clock next to his bed. He had been sleeping up until now so he hoped if this was the doberman the tired response would make the fake hangover more believable.

"May I speak to Will Panthera-T?" the voice said but he did not recognize the voice. He figured probably some wanna be client or telemarketer and was ready to start swearing and hang up.

"Sorry, Who is this?" He replied angrily.

"Sounds like you got a bad hangover there buddy, you drink too much at the bar?" The voice responded and he wondered if this was what the doberman sounded like over the phone. He knew of cases where people sounded completely different over the phone than in real life.

"Do I know you?" Will asked again, wanting a name to confirm who he was.

"I'm the guy whose job it is to save the world, I bought you a bunch of drinks at the bar yesterday."

"So that's why I have this terrible hangover, thank you very much whoever you are."

"Nevermind that, nevermind that. You said you were looking for a yellow dog because a deer is looking to get a hold of a white fox. I might be able to help you with that! I want to meet and we can discuss this in person." The doberman replied and this made Will smile because he had taken the bait the way the deer had said.

"Where? The bar again?" Will groaned and he heard the dog laugh.

"How about the park? I absolutely love walks in the park." The doberman asked and Will agreed to the place specified.

Leggo paced in the cell and began to wonder how long he had been here. It felt like he had been locked in here for an eternity but only a few grey hairs were growing on him and soon he would be returning to his regular natural color. His fur was growing faster now that he was an adult unlike when he was younger and it took months.

He wondered if Lou had regrown his antlers yet or how big the boys were. Was he ever going to see them again? Had that traitor Jon cubnapped them yet and gave them over to these thugs? There was a routine here and everything happened like clockwork so he was able to take some comfort in that.

His meals arrived at regular intervals and then once a day new clean clothes were dropped off to pick up the ones he currently wore. Soon once his grey fur grew back these ugly grey clothes would act like camouflage on him. He spent most of the time doing exercises to keep in shape and hopefully give him an edge if he could find a way to escape. Just before the lights went out for the evening the Fake Fox would arrive and attempt to talk to him while he ignored him.

He kept quiet hoping that would allow him to see his cubs one last time before these monsters killed them. Once they did there would be nothing keeping him like he was and if he ever got free he would kill every last one of these monsters in revenge for killing his sons. They had said they would die in his paws but if that were so they would never be able to pry their bodies from them.

No matter how much they stant or became disease ridden he would not let them go and when they became nothing more than skeletons he would piece his skin with their bones and attach their skulls to his shoulders. He might look like he's rabid but he didn't care because as far as he was concerned it proved he loved them. No copies these guys try to replace them with would ever be accepted and the skulls of the Fake Fox and the doberman would be bronzed and hung on his wall.

Right on time as always the Fake Fox arrived for his nightly visit. Leggo returned to the cot he slept on and turned his back to the visitor.

"Phew it stinks in here! Did you forget to clean yourself? Or are you trying to make yourself sick?" The Fake Fox asked but Leggo ignored him. "Well I have some good news for you, well sort of good news. Your best friend, Jon," the Fake Fox started but he stopped speaking as he heard a low growl from Leggo.

"Anyway he's been sold to some slavers so you'll never see him again."

"Good," Leggo quietly said to himself although he was not sure he could trust this creature to actually tell him the truth.

"Don't you want to know wny we sold him? Well he tried to betray us. He told the whole plan to your husband. We had his phone tapped so we heard the whole plan then my boss captured him and we sold him after pretty much erasing his identity. He's been branded as a cubophile so you can bet unless they sell him quickly, his last moments will be extremely painful."

"There goes your plan to get my sons." Leggo responded.

"Don't be so quick to fool yourself, if we have to we'll set up a task force and go in at night and take them. Probably grab your husband while we're at it." The Fake Fox was smiling. Leggo sat up and turned to face him.

"What if I made a deal with your boss?" Leggo asked.

"Oh," the Fake Fox replied but he did not seem surprised.

"You leave my family alone and give up on trying to murder my sons and I'll join you guys as the White Fox and help you bring down that White Citadel thing."

"No dice."

"Think about it you fool! You get me, which is what you've wanted, and I'll train my boys to work for you as agents as well so if anyone else tries to make another White Citadel. You will have two fully trained rare white fur agents to go in and destroy it. Think about it. If I die then nothing is stopping you from getting my sons but if I break that citadel then you get a great victory at the cost of two cubs. Two cubs that will become slaves to C.I.Z.A. and can be influential in taking down other rare white furs. Surely you must see that my proposal makes everyone happy." Leggo pleaded desperately to convince him. What he failed to mention was that the Fake Fox and the doberman would mysteriously die during the White Citadel take over.

"I'll have to clear it with my boss but I can't promise you anything."

"Then don't come back until you can." Leggo laid back on the cot with his back to the Fake Fox.

Will sat on a bench in the park waiting for the doberman to arrive and he listened to the annoying sounds of birds singing in the trees. It made him want to jump up a tree and try to catch the little bastards.

"Glorious day isn't it?" The doberman said as he walked up on him from behind. Will gave a little start then smiled back at the doberman.

"If I threw a ball, would you like to catch it in your mouth?" Will retorted.

"Believe it or not, I haven't done that since I was a pup. Those were the good ol' days."

"Ha, when I was a cub I coughed up my first hairball but I had no idea what was going on and I cried like a bitch. Every once and a great while when I cough one up, I still get freaked out." Will replied.

"Well who wouldn't?"

"Are you the one I met at the bar last night?... hearing me say that, I realize it was a poor choice of words." Will said and the doberman started laughing out loud. The dog sat next to him and shook his hand.

"Yes and if I remember correctly we have a lot in common." The doberman said and Will gave him a confused look.

"Listen, I don't remember what happened but let me be clear right up front that I'm not into boys, I like girls." Will said and he blushed as the doberman was again laughing.

"You got the wrong idea fella, I'm not here lookin' for a date I got a job offer for you." The doberman said after he finally calmed and Will hoped his orange fur would help hide him blushing. The truth was that this was all staged too and he was told to add this bit in to keep the dog thinking he had the upper hand and that Will was clueless.

"Oh, good. What kinda job do you need me to do?" Will asked innocently. Here was the money pitch that he was waiting for and it made him feel a little giddy inside because although given the chance he'd eat the deer in a heartbeat, so far he had been right about everything but even the deer cautioned not to become over confident. The C.I.Z.A. is known for manipulating and underhanded tasks most species know nothing about. Better to assume he was fully aware of what was going on than to blindly let yourself fall into his traps.

"I work for an organization that is trying to bring down the White Citadel. They are a real threat to everyone's safety. So we think the White Fox will lead us to their location but then I hear you mention a yellow dog that knows where the fox is. That worries us!" The doberman said, lowering his voice.

"I told you all that?! I need to quit drinking." Will remarked as he kept following the script.

"You won't find the yellow dog because he's been... disposed of."

"Wait a minute, you killed him?" Will interrupted and the fur on his neck stood on end as he was a heartbeat away from killing this dumb dog. If they harmed a single hair on Jon then he would kill every last one of these C.I.Z.A. bastards.

"Relax friend, I assure you he is very much alive. We just... gave him a new home and a new identity to keep him safe and out of harm's way." The doberman replied and Will calmed himself a bit.

"Then let me speak to him," Will started to veer off script but thinking about it quickly he tried to turn his slip up around. "I need information for my client." Will hoped this would cover his mistake but the doberman had just hit a soft spot. He remembered Leggo and Jon had been about the only real friends he had at the academy. He was strongly disliked by everyone and he had become a type of bully to keep from being picked on himself.

Bear Academy housed many wealthy youngsters, like the deer was, but not limited towards that type. His dad was a single father since his mother passed giving birth to him and his sister. His dad worked hard and was able to get him a scholarship to get into the private academy. The problem was that there were numerous preppies there and they looked down and mocked everyone, flaunting their wealth and throwing it in other's faces. The only ones considered lower than he was were slaves sent there to learn in order to assist their masters.

When he became a bully it started towards anyone weaker than him and that was usually Prey. He worked his way upward to the preppies that were prey and he made sure that they would be too embarrassed to tell on him. The bigger he grew the more he could get his revenge on them.

Typically at the academy the biggest form of humiliation was to mount an unwilling and potentially weaker species then make them your bitch. He remembered his first time when a bird mounted him and he could remember the bird thrusting his organ into his butt and taught his misfortune. It was after that that he swore to never be a victim again and he suddenly became the bully.

Though he never mounted anyone, The beatings he could dish out would leave a lasting impression on his victims. The rich kids soon left him alone because the marks he left were badges of dishonor that a lower class species had beaten their rich species and that had become the ultimate humiliation.

Leggo and Jon were different though because they were the first to accept him as he was. He tried bullying Jon one day just to keep his rep going and the wolf stepped in to protect his friend. He and Leggo got into a huge fight and after a long battle, the wolf knocked him down and sat on top of him holding him down.

"Fine, just get it over with quickly." Will panted and he turned his head sideways as he expected Leggo to mount him in some way. When Leggo suddenly released his paws he turned to look at him and saw the looks of confusion from both him and Jon.

"Aren't you two gonna get your revenge and fuck me?" He asked. And Leggo got off him and put his paws on Jon's shoulders.

"I don't do that." Leggo remarked.

"Instead of being an ass, why don't you be a friend instead." Jon told him and they helped him up and things changed from that point on. He was no longer the mindless bully picking on everyone but they introduced him to a small group of species that became his friends. He had become the outcast that had finally found a home.

"Wish I could but he's deep undercover so there is no way to get you to him." The doberman replied.

"Great, then I've failed my client." Will grumbled.

"Forget the deer! Instead try working for us,"

"I'm listening." Will replied looking intrigued as he wondered if the doberman was going to continue following what the deer thought he'd say and do.

"I think you can help us greatly if you work for us. We have a plan that will help us take down the threat of the White Citadel." The doberman continued.

"So what do I have to do? And am I getting paid? Because no cash then I'll pass." Will said pleased with how clever he made it sound.

"Trust me we'll pay your fees and a little extra on the side I can assure you. We captured the White Fox and dressed up an agent as a fake version. We'll set up a news story that the White Fox escaped from us and that's where you come in. You go on world wide television and claim the White Fox killed your child when he escaped and you're on a hunt to kill him and get your revenge. We believe the White Citadel will contact our guy and offer him a safe haven then we can go in and wipe them all out." The doberman told him.

"I like the plan except I got a few conditions. First off I want in, like in everything. I'm not gonna be a dog, no offense, sitting on the sidelines waiting to be told what to do. I'm in on the briefings and the meetings. When you go in and kill all those white bastards I'm gonna be there and once this is over I'm gonna talk to the news one last time and hold up the head of their leader and say I helped bring him down. That way I can drum up more business for... well my business. Deal?" Will said and he extended his paw.

"I think we can arrange that." The doberman replied as he looked at the paw and thought the matter over then finally shook his paw. "One catch though, if you try to betray us in any way I'll lock you in a dark hole until you're starving then I'll feed you your own balls, understand?"

"You hold up your end and I'll hold up mine," The doberman raised an eyebrow at him and Will wanted to blush again. "Oh you know what I mean!"

To Be Continued...