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"Unmph"

The skunk grunts as another cedar tree limb swings and swats him in the face.

He takes a hold of his expensive camera, protecting it from anymore damage from a surprise rogue tree limb as he makes his way through the through the densely packed cedar forests that cover the area in central Texas.

"

This damn cook site can't be much farther..."

Just as he was finishing his thought he noticed up ahead in a clearing, three seemingly abandon travel trailers parked in a circle around a camp fire, one of which appearing to have smoke bellowing from the top exhaust vent.

The skunk begins to smell the pungent, chemical like smell of cat urine, which happens to be the tell tale sign of exactly what he looking for.

He takes a big whiff from the edge of the clearing, which is 20 - 30 yards away from the travel trailers. The skunk starts gagging slightly at the confirmation of his suspensions.

"Yep, this is the dope lab..." He raises his camera up to take a photo of the formation of the three travel trailers.

The skunk, Jeremy Wilkins, is an off-the-books investigator hired by the Soyoco County Sheriff's department, to gather evidence of a suspected drug lab in use by a known reprobate, Slayton Shankly, in the heavily wooded area out near the edge of the county line.

Slayton Shankly, a seventy three year old opossum, Vietnam vet, and life long criminal. Has been a resident of Soyoco County and subsequently a thorn in the paw of the law all of his life. From petty vandalism and minor thievery in his youth to drug dealing and gang violence of the majority of his adult life, the only time Soyoco County caught a break from his criminal tirade was with his 2 tours of duty in Vietnam spanning 7 years total, as well as his many stents in jail and/or prison.

But Slayton, has been off the radar seemingly for the past 15 years, ever since the clubhouse for his gang, the Sons of Soyoco, was raided and subsequently disbanded as many of the members were charged with possession of the large amount of crystal meth located within the confines of the club house. Slayton and the members of the group served 10 years in state prison. After returning to his home 5 years ago he had been uncharacteristically quiet as the number of meth possession cases around increased rapidly seemingly at around the time had Slayton made his return.

All of this being the reason the skunk is out in the middle of the woods being assaulted by cedar trees while looking for a suspected druglab. Which turned out to be true but whether or not the lab in question is Slayton's has yet to be determined.

Jeremy cautiously made his way toward one of the trailers, while the area seems to be empty the smoke bellowing from the middle most trailer is evidence that who ever owns these trailer may not be within the immediate area they probably aren't too far to leave their lab seemingly in the process if cooking their precious drugs.

As Jeremy goes to open the door on the travel trailer he scans the area around the camp site, double checking he is alone here for the moment.

He swing the door inward, recoiling back a bit to haphazardly avoid a suspected boobytrap. Nothing of which made itself present, and Jeremy took a quick gander into the trailer. Which appeared to look like a regular hunting cabin that are common to come across in the area. Some canned food on the kitchen counter, and some old, discarded, camouflage jackets on the couch of the living room with the only evidence that Slayton could be the owner of this trailer is the vintage '80s smut magazine labeled "Possum Puss" on the living room floor

Jeremy chucked to himself at the thought of that magazine being used in court as genuine evidence to convict the old man.

He closed the door of the trailer and made his way to the trailer opposite the campfire to the one he just searched, saving the trailer with the piss smelling smoke bellowing out of the top for last. He opened the door to the second trailer with the contents being somewhat the same with the exception of some already fired shotgun shells on the kitchen floor and the dirty magazine of choice for the tenet of this trailer being "Hot, Horny, Hyenas".

Jeremy closed the door of that trailer #2 and made his way to the final trailer, with a worried look now adorning his face Jeremy braced for whatever maybe on the other side of the door as he opened it. Taking a step back as he opened the door, letting it carry its self the rest of the way open.

As Jeremy stepped up onto the trailer his eyes widened at what he found inside. Just as suspected the contents of the trailer were without the shadow of a doubt everything needed to produce the highly addictive drug, crystal meth, along with some other felony possessions such as a two 9mm pistols and an AK47 with a couple extra magazines laid on the kitchen counter.

Jeremy quickly readied his camera and took several pictures of the lab and weaponry in the kitchen. He covered his nose and mouth to avoid the noxious fumes of the drug lab and made his way inside to look for anymore evidence of who the owner

of the trailer could be.

After several minutes of searching Jeremy found an older picture of what seemed to be a large, adult, male, opossum, with 2 children, one on each side of him, an opossum boy and a hyena girl, both looking no older than 10.

All 3 are dressed in camouflage, from head to toe and all 3 smiling ear to ear. The 3 are posed in front of what seems to be the exact travel trailer that the skunk is inside of.

The skunk folded the photo twice and slid it into his pocket then proceeded to quickly find the exit of the trailer and make his way back to the cedar woods to begin his long journey back to his car with the evidence he had collected.

Jeremy hopped out of the trailer and proceeded to shut the door the go through the pictures of his digital camera to double check the photos were clear and worthy of use as evidence. As Jeremy looked down at his camera cycling though the menus to find the gallery he heard a loud attention getting whistle from behind him followed by a grisly deep voice saying "Hey, polecat!" and as the skunk turned around he was greeted by the sight of a 6'5" burly male opossum, mid swing with what appeared to be a sawn-off shotgun but held by the barrel one handed similar to a hatchet then proceeding be struck on the side of the head with the ball ended grip of a sawn-off. The skunk immediately was knocked unconscious and dropped like a bad habit to

he hard ground

The skunk slowly regained conscience only to realize he was no longer outside trekking through the woods but in a cold, dark building illuminated only but one hanging light much like the trope from movies with an interrogation scene. Not only did the skunk notice he was the only illuminated by the light but he was tied down by his ankles and wrists to a chair, completely butt naked. Panic began to set in as he began to remember the few moments right before he was knocked unconscious.

As the skunk began to hyperventilate, the 6'5" opossum wearing nothing but some denim overalls, and old combat boots, appeared from the shadows with the look of absolute hatred for the presence of the skunk before him.

"I'm guessing since you're 'outchere sneaking around, taking pictures of my trailers and what not, that YOU are aware of who I am, is that correct son?" the opossum asked in a menacing tone

The skunk, on the verge of tears could only nod in agreement, because he was well aware of who the man was

"Well, you speak English don'tchu boy? Who the fuck am I?" the opossum said raising his voice a few octaves"

"S-S-Slayton Shank-k-kly" the skunk fumbled out

The opossum in response grabbed a near by wooden box and hurled it at the concrete wall of the dark building the two were in, the box splintering into several pieces upon impact, Slayton immediately got in close, face to face with the skunk then proceeded to yell.

"SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE SNOOPING THROUGH MY SHIT?!?"

The skunk paralyzed in absolute fear began muttering seeming nonsense in an attempt to answer Slayton's question

"I-I-I- am a-a-a-a..... pri-private in-in...."

Slayton walked off into the darkness and left the skunk stammering through his explanation. He already knew who the skunk was, while Jeremy was unconscious Slayton went through his wallet and found his ID, business cards, family pictures and surprisingly Slayton's own family picture in the pocket of Jeremy's jeans. Slayton knew Jeremy meant no ill will against him personally, business is business. But in this line of business people get hurt and Slayton knew just how to get this point across to Jeremy, scaring him and anybody else dumb enough to work with the sheriff's department against Slayton.

Slayton returned to the tied up, naked skunk with what appeared to be an the old photograph from the travel trailer and the sawn off shotgun used to knock out Jeremy earlier.

Slayton squatted down holding the photograph to Jeremy's face and the shotgun to his genitals

"Why do you have this photo?" Slayton asked Jeremy

Jeremy darting his eyes between the photograph and the shotgun

" I-I-I..." Jeremy stuttered, not being able to process the whole situation

Slayton becoming annoyed at Jeremy's inability to answer his questions decided to simplify the questioning a bit for the poor skunk

"ALRIGHT, MR. WILKINS, HERE IS HOW IT IS GONNA GO DOWN" Slayton yelled as he stood up

Scaring Jeremy with both the tone of his voice and Slayton's knowledge of his last name

"I AM GONNA ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS, ALL I WANT OUT OF YOU IS A ''YES" OR "NO", GOT THAT?"

Jeremy still trembling in absolute terror, responded with a shaky "Y-YES!"

Slayton seemingly overjoyed that Jeremy seemed to have found his voice

"GOOD!"

Slayton hollered out then immediately took a sharp tone change from ecstatically overjoyed to dead pan serious

"And if I think you are lying to me I'm gonna take this here shotgun, and blow that little pecker right the fuck off your body, got that?"

Slayton informed the skunk as he lowered the shotgun to his genitals

Jeremy, wide eyed, looked down to the shotgun and then to his manhood.

And much to his surprise whether it be the cold interior of the building, the stress of the situation, or a combination of both. The skunk's modest 5 inch flaccid penis had shrunken down to at a quick glance could be interpreted as maybe 1.5 inch nub, resting over a taut little sack

A new found embarrassment flooded over the captive skunk, he replied to Slayton's conditions with a much more reserved but still manic

"Y-Yes sir"

Slayton did not hesitate with his questioning of his captive, the first question being

"Did the Soyoco County Sheriff's Department hire you?"

"Yes'

Slayton grunted with the confirmation of his suspensions

"Are they looking for me specifically?"

Jeremy remembering that the Sheriff himself gave Jeremy the the intel on the location and more specially the detailed dossier of Slayton and his life long acts of authoritative defiance and violent outbursts.

"Yes"

"Your not a local, I haven't seen you around here, and you ain't look like anybody I know's kid or grand kid, you from outta town?"

"Yes"

Jeremy said because he originally is from the Dallas-Fort worth area, which maybe the same state but is a world of difference from this godforsaken hillbilly hellhole, he thought

Slayton seemingly already satisfied with the answers to the his questions, lifts the shotgun away from the shriveled, scared genitals of the poor humiliated skunk.

"Alright kid, here is my advice about what you should do to get out of here and forget this ever happened" Slayton said to the skunk "This whole county is about to become a twisted whirlwind of shit in a couple days"

"Get in what I am guessing is your dark green Toyota FJ Cruiser parked of the side of the road in the water runoff area about a mile past that firework stand and and get the hell out here kid"

Jeremy completely unfazed about the fact Slayton knew where his car is parked and at this point is willing to do whatever he needs to to put this place in the rear view ASAP

"Y-yes sir, noted, I can leave now if you so desire me to?"

Slayton turned to the skunk and gave the most uncanny smile Jeremy ever seen in personal

"Well sure kiddo! Except there is only a couple things I am gonna need from you to trust you wont go babbling to anybody about what you saw up in them woods, Ya hear?"

The skunk nodded in agreement, not knowing exactly where this proposition is heading...

A white truck with two occupants head up the driveway toward Slayton's house.

Driver being a 26 year old Opossum named Scraps and the passenger being his adopted sister a 28 year old Hyena named Danielle but prefers the much more hick nickname she received in grade school " Dixie"

"What do you think Uncle Slayton fixed us up for dinner this afternoon?"

the spunky younger sibling asked his sister who stared out the window of the pickup obviously uninterested in the what her uncle, who has been known to substane on whatever unlabeled canned food he finds from back of his pantry for weeks on end until there was literally not a morsel of food left in his house, could possibly have instore for dinner tonight.

" I don't know Scraps, probably under cooked venison and grits like he usual does every Sunday night."

As of the past 2 months, in attempt to stay close to basically last remaining bit of family he has left, he has invite his niece and nephew every Sunday for a family dinner. But as previously mentioned Slayton has never been known to abide by culinary decency.

"I actually quite liked the chicken fried potato with a side of fries and mashed potato he made for us a couple weeks back..." Scraps said, In defense of his Uncles cooking ability.

Dixie didn't turn to face her brother, not wanting to know if her younger brother had finally mastered the art of sarcasm or genuinely believe what he said about the ridiculous statement he just made.

All of the sudden the two heard what sounded like automatic gunfire coming from further up the driveway, closer to Slayton's house

The two due to all the prepper and SHTF training their dad and uncle instilled into them from a early age they instinctively went into "Defense Mode".

Dixie reached into the backseat and grabbed her brothers Smith and Wesson M&P9( Semi-Auto 9mm Pistol), she popped the magazine into the palm of her and and confirmed the magazine was full and while the mag was out she performed a slide check, confirmed it was loaded, she slapped the magazine back in and handed to her brother who instinctively checked the safety to confirm it was on and wedged it in between the driver seat and console, with the grip far enough out to grab in a swift second.

After handing her brother his pistol, she grabbed her 870 (12 Gauge Pump Action Shotgun) from the back seat and did a chamber check and thumb check on the tube magazine and confirmed it was indeed cocked and loaded.. Scraps picked up speed and headed toward Slayton's with a little more urgency.

After Making it around the last bend that finally revealed Slayton's trailerhouse-graveyard of a front yard. The two were shocked but mostly confused about the sight they saw.

A bare naked skunk, crying hysterically and running down the driveway away from Slayton's house. The pair noticed about 3 feet behind the running skunk something followed him on the ground that was kicking up a good amount of dirt every step the poor skunk made.

As the skunk got closer and closer the two siblings noticed something even odder than the naked skunk himself. It has appeared that somebody had tied a rope around the balls of the male and on the other end put a metal weight, probably coming at in at 7 pounds.

By the way, at the speed of which the dude was booking it somebody tied his balls well because the rope showed no signs of letting go of the poor male's testicles which cause the sack to be stretched seemingly close to being parallel to the skunks knees. Dixie also notice how small the skunk's member was as he ran by, maybe a inch at most it looked like the males body was actively trying to make his penis recede back into the crotch of the skunk. The female hyena feeling even more sorry on the inside for the skunk and his pride.

As the skunk ran by and off on down the driveway they notice their uncle walking ever so slowly down the driveway following the emasculated skunk while toting one of his most prized possessions with him. Slayton's Marine issued M60 from his time in 'Nam. Slayton never mention what he did to get that gun back over here to the states but from all accounts, the old man definitely did not regret it.

Slayton approach the driver-side window of Scraps' truck with a wicked wide smile, showing off all 9 of Slayton's remaining teeth. Slayton said to the pair of siblings

"Go on up to the house, I got dinner ready on the stove, Ill be back up there in a second, just showing this young man the exit."

Slayton raised the M60 barrel into the air and brapped off about 6 shots well up and over the skunks head, which caused him to screech in panic, and attempt to run faster which inadvertently caused the weight dragging the males balls to bounce around on the many large rocks that littered the driveway. A faint pitch increase could be heard coming from the skunks cries

"The first 7 miles outta here are the worst"

Slayton said with a hearty chuckle.