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What happened? I tried to ask, but all that came out was a grumbling. Something was wrong with my brain. My head hurt. There was also something wrong with gravity, it wasn't pulling in the right direction. The light was also gone. I tried to piece what I remembered together.

The club, the sex, finding Kevin, getting to the car, and then? The place where I should remember hurt, a lot. I figured out why the light was gone, my eyes were closed.

I opened them and blinked, trying to make sense of what I saw-- and hear. My ears were working too. I was in the car which was on its side, somehow. The windshield was in place, but cracked to the point I couldn't see through it. Outside there was the sound of cars honking. A car accident was the most likely thing. The seat belt had kept me from going through the windshield, and kept me suspended, but something had hit my head. I touched the spot and my fingers came away with blood.

It was there, so I used it. I traced a healing sigil in my palm. I didn't risk the greater one, not the way my brain was on the fritz, but I was confident I could do the one below it.

As soon as I was done tracing it, my head cleared. I still didn't remember how I'd gotten in this position, but the idea it had been an accident no longer felt right.

There was a groan below me, to my left? Kevin had a gash on his forehead that looked worse than mine had felt, and there was blood on the steering wheel. I put my feet against the dash to release the tension against the seatbelt and undid it.

"Kevin, are you okay?" I maneuvered myself until I was standing on the driver side window. His response was another groan. The forehead looked to be the only injury. I traced the healing sigil on his palm with my blood and groped him, hopefully even in his state that would be turn him on and power the sigil. In the backseat was the rottweiler, I couldn't recall his name, also unconscious. I reached back and checked for a pulse. It was strong. I'd healing him later, Right now I need to get out of the car. I didn't know why, but I needed to get out of it urgently. The reason was just at the edge of my memory.

The car was shut down so I couldn't lower the door window and climb through. The windshield was made to stay in place no matter what, but that I could handle. I traced a weakness sigil on the cracked glass, poured power into it and kicked it as hard as the cramped space let me. It shattered away.

I climbed out and was immediately met by a man coming around the car. I couldn't have been unconscious for long is someone was only now coming to help.

The man pulled out a gun and reflexes took over, I ran for the back to the two, three, four shots, by the time I was there. Which meant he was out. I glanced around the corner and the man fired again. Fuck. A full bullet gun. That was what, fifteen, maybe nineteen bullets?

"He's behind the car," the man called. I took out my gun and turned it on. The light took longer than I liked to come on, but it went green. "Take him that way I'll go this one."

The car was on the sidewalk, which meant we'd been hit hard to send it on its side like that. The reinforcements in the body were the only reason I was alive right now. I was going to thank Tom for his insistence all our car be treated as if they were going into a war zone.

I stepped on the street side and fired at anyone who was standing. The stun bolt took down the only person there, a man, big, scary-looking, and it took three shots before he went down. Everyone else kept well away. A pickup was in the middle of the street with a plow blade in front. Now I knew what had sent us flying.

I went back to the other side and shot the man there, only for the light indicator light on my gun to go out. I went back behind cover, turning it off and on again, but unlike with my desk, it didn't fix anything.

I ran around the car, my only chance was to take him from behind. I rounded the front and almost collided with the man heading in my direction. I training kicked in before his surprise faded. I had his gun hand in my and twisted hard, making him drop it. I got in a punch in his side before he got over it and went on the offensive, pushing me away from the car and toward the storefronts.

I tried to hit him, but he was better trained than I was, blocking all my attacks and landing nearly debilitating punches. Somehow my sigil was still intact and healed me fast enough not to be taken out by any one of the punches, but their cumulative effect was more than I could endure. The one that sent me down came, I hide the concrete wall and slid down, barely able to stay conscious.

The man smirked at me as he pulled a gun from his back, but before he raised it a shot sound and the man's front exploded, showering me with blood and other stuff I didn't want to think about. I was going to need a shower.

Kevin lowered his gun and crawled out of the car, using it to help him stand. I was up and next to him before his legs gave out.

"Thanks," I said, "I think you saved my life."

"Just doing--" he turned away and threw up-- "My job." He raised his hand, showing me the sigil on his palm. "You have some explaining to do."

"Yeah, I do." I took his hand. "And since I'm going to have to explain that, I might as well get you fully functional." I added the detailed to turn it into a medium healing sigils and kissed him, hard, and with tongue, stopping only once he was moaning. "When you're feeling better, call 911. I'm going to see to the rottweiler." I tried to recall his name, but it still wouldn't come.

"His name's Roger," Kevin said, already sounding stronger. "Are you going to do this to him?"

"No." I entered the car, reached for Roger's seatbelt, but I couldn't move him so it would slacken. He was still unconscious. "I was already planning on telling you about this, him, I'm not bringing into this." I took out my knife and held him while I cut it. Kevin was talking with someone by the time I pulled Roger out and lay him on the sidewalk, using my jacket as a pillow.

A uniformed patrolman was taking notes. That was quick. I could also hear an ambulance's siren in the distance. Really quick.

Kevin recounted that we'd left the club, he'd driven for ten minutes when the pickup came out at full speed from a side street and rammed them. He had no idea who they were or why they'd rammed us.

When the officer asked me, I said I didn't remember what had happened, and that I didn't know them or why this had happened.

But I fucking knew who was behind it. When I got my claws on that tiger, I was going to rip him about. Him and his promises he wasn't here to kill me. Sure not him, he'd get his men to do the dirty work.

Then the ambulance was there, and he had to sit through being checked out and comments on how it was a miracle he was fine after this, and where had the blood come from if I didn't have any injuries. I didn't even bother trying to explain it. They'd come up with their own explanations and they would be better than anything I could come up with.

Me and Kevin got as clean a bill of health as paramedics gave, with instruction to get to a doctor as soon as possible, then they left with Roger who had regained consciousness, but was still out of it.

And since my day couldn't be complete without even more trouble, Reilly showed up, at the same time as Tom. The Sheppard stopped by the car holding the man I'd stunned. There was no conspiratorial indication in the small exchange, which confirmed this was Damian's work.

"A tower," Tom said, "no door. Just golden hair Colby has to climbed every day."

It took me time to get the reference. "How about you, how are you getting in? I'm not lowering my golden locks for you."

"I know where the secret door is, of course."

Kevin gave us a confused look.

"Don't you know your classics?" Tom asked. "The lion in the tower? The mane that just wouldn't stop growing? Kids, these days," he said at Kevin's still confused expression. "What happened?"

"I'd like to know that too," Reilly asked. "If someone's going to try to do the world a favor, you'd think they could get the job done right, wouldn't you?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked, not bothering to hide my distaste.

He pointed to the dead man. "Someone has been murdered, that means I have to investigate."

"It was self-defense," Kevin said, which earned him a raised eyebrow.

"I'll be the one deciding that," Reilly replied. "After all, we have a man here with a history of committing horrible crimes, isn't that right, Rasia?"

"I'm was an insurance salesman," Tom replied, "and I wasn't even here, so why would you think I had anything to do with it?" he was grinning from ear to ear when Reilly looked at him.

"Who are you?"

"Tom Marrows," the badger offered his hand. "Retired insurance salesman."

The German Sheppard eyed the hand disdainfully. "And why would you think I mean you?"

"Insurance sales is a deadly business. Everyone is a shark. It's kill or be kill. You said dead body, and it brought back memories of the worst of my old job." Tom was grinning the entire time, and Reilly couldn't seem to decide what to make of him.

He turned back to me. "So why did you shoot a man who was clearly coming to help you?"

"He didn't shoot him," Kevin said before I could answer.

"The evidence if right there." Reilly pointed to the dead man and the gun that had skidded close to where I'd slid down the wall.

"The ballistics are going to show the bullet came from my gun." Kevin reached for his gun, but Tom caught his hand.

"Never pull a gun in front of a police officer," the badger said, "By the way, that was a great shot."

"Please don't mention it again," Kevin said, "I already threw up and if I think too much about what I did, I'm going to do it again."

"Good," Tom replied, which earned him another suspicious look from Reilly.

"Why don't you hand me your gun, carefully?" the Sheppard said.

Kevin pulled it out of the holster enough he could take it with two fingers and passed over. Reilly gave the muzzle a quick sniff.

"So it's been fired recently. In the air I'm going to guess. You shouldn't put your freedom on the line for him. He isn't worth it. Or are you one of them too? I think there's an otter family, right?" he looked at me. But I kept my face impassive. Reilly took the magazine out. "Five bullets, what are you doing with bullets? It's illegal for a civilian to have those."

"He works for me," I snapped. "Everyone in my company is licensed for a stunner-bullet combination gun. Bodyguard work is one of the more common job we get. They need to be able to protect their client. Fuck it Reilly, if I thought it would do any good, I'd lodge a complaint for harassment."

Tom opened his muzzle, but I silenced him with a glare. Now was not the time for him to say something about the semi-automatic, full bullet, gun he carried.

"It isn't harassment when you're already a criminal."

"Yes, it is. It's called profiling and there are rules against that, or did you sleep through the proper conduct classes at the academy? And the redials? Not that it matters, I'm not a criminal, I was never charged with anything."

"But we all know what you did."

"I've yet to see any of you prove anything, so leave me the fuck alone." I turned to leave.

"I'm going to need your statements," He said.

"We gave it to the patrolman, I'm sure he'll be happy to share it with you if you ask nicely. Which might be a problem since you seem to be an asshole to just about everyone these days."

"Who the fuck have you been talking to."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said, walking away.

Tom and Kevin fell into step with me.

"What was that about?" the otter asked.

"You know my car is in the opposite direction, right?" Tom asked.

"I do, but we're taking the long way around, I'm not giving Reilly the satisfaction of having to walk by him to reach it. And Kevin, that is going to be part of what I'll be explaining to you at the first opportunity."

"Hey kid, you're getting read in, good for you," Tom grinned.

"You know about this stuff?" Kevin showed him his hand, which only had broken lines left of the sigil.

"Oh yeah. Wait until Brislow does that stuff with cum."

"Cum? Wait, what?" Kevin stopped. "Wait a minute," he called. "That orgy, you said it was just for good luck!"