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The rifle felt heavy in his paws, well over it's actual eight pounds. He wanted to drop it badly but wouldn't dare; least he give his pursuers a better path to follow. He made his way through the thick underbrush between the trees. He could still hear the men following him, their footfalls seemingly breaking every stick on the ground. He knew that they had to be getting closer but it didn't bother him. He was nearly at the highway and the safety of his truck. When he reached it he could just throw the gun behind the seat and drive away.

Things rarely went that easy for the Dante but he wasn't really willing to worry about that with at least four other furs chasing him. He growled to himself slightly when a wayward branch snagged his muzzle, giving him a hard scratch but not drawing blood. Something that he was thankful for. Any blood would give the men something to track him down with. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally saw the road ahead.

The last few feet to his truck was made up of a deep ditch with steep sides covered in slippery grass. Dante knew that it was a big mistake to park there, as would any assassin. He would have gone farther up to a point in the road with a more shallow ditch, if the road had been closer to the target. Unfortunately, the facility that his target was located in was about the middle of bum fuck Egypt. That meant that the closes road besides the access road was four miles away; a distance he wasn't willing to increase least something go wrong. A life of disappointment and hardship had taught him not to expect anything but the worst. And he wasn't disappointed this night. Not only had he been forced to park his escape vehicle in a poor location, he had to fight through dense underbrush to reach the facility that his target wasn't even at. An audible curse of the poor information had drawn the attention of a perimeter guard who summoned the other three that were on his tail at the moment.

A quick pause told him that they were a little to close for comfort. He finally reached the ditch before the road, the still too slippery grass making the climb to the road difficult. A few slips and falls latter, he was at the truck and digging in his pocket for the keys. A shout and the sounds of brush being trampled reminded him of the four furs chasing him and the need for haste. He had to control himself to get the key into the door lock of the truck, his shaking paws making it almost impossible. A quick few deep breaths steadied him enough to unlock the door and climb inside, the rifle clucking loudly as he dropped it behind the seat. Dante slammed the door and started the engine at almost the same time that he popped it into gear. The tires screamed in protest as he pushed the accelerator to the floor and popped the clutch; white smoke billowing out from under the bed as it lurched forward down the road.

He waited for a few minutes before flipping on the lights, hoping that he was far enough away from his pursuers that they wouldn't be able to make out his licence plate number. The adrenalin made it hard to keep the truck at a safe speed as he wound his way back to the interstate, his shaking returning with a vengeance and blurring his vision.

A loud beep from the glove box made Dante yip in surprise and fear before he realized what it was. He popped open the door on the glove box and pulled out the cell phone that he had stashed in it before heading to the facility. The number on the screen made him wince, but he answered it anyway. He held the phone up to his ear with a grimace at what was to come.

"You went didn't you?" The fox gave an audible sigh before punching the disconnect button on the phone. He knew it was a mistake to hang up, but he wasn't willing to listen to the inevitable tongue lashing that he would have gotten; least of all over the phone while driving. He eased the truck onto the interstate a few minutes latter, ignoring the cell as it rang and vibrated on the seat next to him.

The drive home was uneventful aside from a few choice words from a badger in a sports car that seemed to be unable to pull into the left lane to pass the lumbering truck. A raised finger ended the banter before the badger finally merged and accelerated away, leaving the kit with the strong urge to drive his four by four truck over the lower sports car. More deep breaths clammed him down enough to give up on that idea. He watched the sports car disappear into the darkness over a hill with slowly easing anger. What was left of his aggression turned to amusement a few minutes later when he passed the same sports car on the side of the road... In front of a cop car that had it's lights flashing. "Shows you to be impatient asshole..." Dante muttered as he passed.

When he finally reached his house he shut the lights off before pulling into the driveway, rolling his eyes when he realized that his truck was loud enough to be heard inside the house anyway. He shut the engine off and climbed out, doing his best to try ignoring the barrel of the riffle sticking out slightly from behind the seat. He shut the door and started up to the house with a mild annoyance at the yelling he knew was coming. It wouldn't be the first time that he had left and come home at an unreasonable hour. His brother didn't find it amusing when he would come dragging in, usually with injuries, at ungodly hours of the morning. He was going over what he was going to explain when a sudden noise from his left caught his attention.

The movement was hard to see in the dark but Dante had trained himself to react and ask questions later. By the time he realized it, he had his brother on the ground with the older furs throat in his claws. "Dammit Virgle... You know not to do that!" He helped his brother back to his feet before the older fox spoke.

"You been lying to me bro... There ain't no way that you could be out gettin''' into bar fights and shit and gettin'' hurt like you do if you got them moves." Dante did his best to ignore his brother and head into the house, but Virgle wouldn't relent. "An' what's with all that grass and the leaves an' shit in your fur?" Dante turned to his brother with what could only be described as a mocking look and glared.

"I was out trying to kill a guy I don't even know for money ok?" With that, he turned back towards the house and went inside. Virgle stood there for a few moments, his mind trying to work out what his younger brother had just told him. He quickly smirked and ran after his brother, spinning him around when he caught up.

"You couldn't kill nobody. You ain't got it in ya..." Dante rolled his eyes and broke free from his brothers grasp, heading for the bathroom quickly.

"If you aren't going to believe me then don't ask what I've been doing alright... I'm taking a shower so don't fuck with the water ok?" With that, Dante slammed the door to the bathroom and striped off his cloths, turning the water on and adjusting the temperature.

"Yeah right... Probably out sucking some guys dick for money again..." Virgle growled at the door, his lips curling up in disgust. He walked over to his favorite chair and plopped down, flicking on the television and flipping through the chanles. "Fucking faggot..." He muttered again.

His insults failed to reach Dante's ears as the younger fox stepped into the stream of hot water pouring from the shower head. Steam rose up from the floor, penetrating his dense fur and loosening the tense muscles underneath. Dante sighed as he stepped into the stream of water, the nights events washing away like the dirt and twigs from his faint fur. Unlike his brother, Dante had a light silver fur covering his body from foot paw to the tops of his ears; except for the characteristic white fur running from under his chin to the insides of his thighs. Virgle had ridiculed him for his color most of his life, much to their parents annoyance.

"Mom and dad are red like me so you must be adopted..." Virgle would scream at his brother whenever the younger fox got on his nerves. Dante usually managed to ignore his brother's snide remarks, but would occasionally let it get to him enough that the two would end up fighting. The two would usually end up fighting until their parents broke them up but a few of the fights actually played out; ending only when both where panting from exertion on the floor. The hadn't fought in a while, much to Dante's relief. Ever since there parents had been killed in a car accident, both had declared an uneasy truce with each other.

Dante couldn't help but kick himself mentally for it as he soaped his fur, pulling various twigs and leave from his fur. He was digging out a particularly stubborn piece of bark from his fur when he heard what he thought was something falling in the living room. "Stupid drunk..." He muttered to himself as he bent back down and began plucking at the bark again. Only moments after he had bent down, a spray of splinters flew out of the wall in front of him as the glass of the shower stall exploded. Dante dropped to the floor, looking up quickly to see what had happened. He recognized the bullet holes in the wall instantly, having practiced shooting into almost any kind of barrier that he could find. He raised to his paws and knees, darting out of the shower as a second spray of bullets started to trail down to him. As he headed for the toilet, he saw the same pattern in the door to the bathroom.

He barely reached the relive safety of the porcelain before the door exploded in with a shower of wood splinters. In a matter of moments, Dante had pulled the lid off the tank and reached inside, scooping up the handgun that he had stashed in it for ironically that same situation. Dante barely had time to pull his paw back before the toilet began to shatter in a hail of gunfire. The young foxes prided agility came into play as he instinctually rolled from behind the porcelain shield and began to fire in the direction of the bullets, cold water droplets spraying his still damp fur as the slide on the gun jacked back and forth with each shot.

By the time that Dante had rolled to the shower, both his and the unknown gunfire had stopped. He dared to look up, first noticing the slide of his gun locked back telling him he had emptied the clip. The next thing he noticed was the crop of black head fur on the floor ahead of him. Dante slowly put the empty gun down, never taking his eyes off of the body in front of him. He quietly pushed himself up with his paws, easing himself forward. When he finally reached the corpse, he checked the neck for a pulse. A deep sigh of relief passed his lips when he realized that there wasn't one.

A new sound caught his attention, the padding of footpads quickly headed for the now door-less opening to the bathroom. Dante had the dead furs gun in his paws before he even knew it. He pointed what he assumed was an uzy at the doorjamb closest to the sound and waited for the steps to get closer. "I see anything other then paws through that doorjamb and you won't have time to kiss your ass goodbye..." He growled, firing a quick burst into the wood trim. He knew that even a small caliber weapon would penetrate the wall, having modified the doorjambs himself to ensure it.

"B-bro... What the hell is going on?" Dante knew instantly that it was Virgle; sighing with relief and letting the weight of the gun drop his paws to the floor. He stood and walked out into the living room, noticing that Virgle's favorite chair was knocked over and a few drops of blood where his head would have hit. Virgle eased his way up to Dante, blood running down the side of his head and staining his already rust red fur darker.

"You ok?" Dante finally asked, looking over his brother to check for any other serious injuries. He noticed that the older vulpine was visibly shaken, in a slight state of shock from the last few minutes events. Virgle nodded slowly, raising a paw to the wound on his head.

"I think so... That guy hit me on the head with his gun or something." Dante nodded his agreement, checking the but of the clip and noticing a few strands of red fur and blood. He finally turned his attention back to the corpse on the bathroom floor. From what Dante could see of the body, Dante guessed that it was a cougar. It had obviously been a planned attack judging by the clothing the cougar was wearing. A black pair of pants and shirt accentuated by a black bullet proof vest and combat gear. A lucky shot to the head was the only reason that he ended up dead instead of both vulpine.

"Is... Is that guy dead?" Virgle asked as he eased up behind his brother to look at the body. Dante nodded in agreement, staring down at the body for a few more seconds. Then something clicked in his head and he went to work. He quickly stepped over the body and scooped up his dirty clothes and the gun from the floor by the shower, turning to his brother to look him in the eye.

"In your closet, under the floor, is a suitcase with some cloths in it. Grab that and whatever else you want but nothing more then you can carry. We need to get the hell out of here now..." Virgle stood for a few moments, still lost in the throws of shock and staring at the cougar on the floor. Dante rushed forward and grabbed his arm, jerking him into the living room and away from the body. "We don't have time for me to explain right now... Just get your shit and meet me by my truck..." Virgle finally snapped back to reality slightly and nodded to Dante before heading off to his room.

Dante gave the corpse one last look before heading off to his room to retreave his stash of cloths from his room. He dropped his dirty cloths and gun on the bed before throwing his closet door open and pulling up the carpet from the floor to reveal a trap door. He opened it as Virgle walked into the room, nearly getting a bullet from the gun that Dante had stashed in the hidden compartment.

"When did you... Dam!" Virgle ducked behind the bed when he saw the gun pointed at him, only daring to peek out when he heard Dante sigh in relief. "Where the hell did you get that?" Dante turned back to the compartment, pulling out other stashed guns and a large suite case filled with cloths.

"I thought I told you to get the hell out of here..." Dante growled as he threw the suite case into the middle of the room; dropping the gun onto it as he walked past to his dresser.

"I want to know what the hell is going on right now..." Virgle growled to him as he got up off the floor. Dante ignored him as he rummaged through the drawers, pulling out underwear, pants, and a shirt. "Dammit Dante, tell me what the hell is going on!" Virgle screamed; rushing forward and grabbing Dante's arm to spin his younger brother around. Dante just glared up at him, twisting out of his grip and quickly getting dressed.

"I told you we don't have time for this right now..." Dante growled back as he pulled on the underwear and pants quickly, having to fight a bit to get his tail through the too tight jeans. "...Now get you fucking case and get out to my truck." He walked over and scooped up his gun and suitcase, walking past his brother. "Now Virgle!"

The older fox stood there for a few moments, then followed his brother outside. He and Dante threw their suitcases into the back, then Virgle climbed into the truck as Dante walked back to the house.

"What are you doing bro?" Virgle asked as he leaned out the window to watch Dante. He didn't get a response and was going to ask again, but waited when he saw him head towards what he assumed was an electrical box on the side of the house. Dante opened the panel on it and began to flip a few switches, then walked back to the truck. "So... What the hell is that about?" Virgle asked again.

Dante gave him a ster look that had "shut up" written all over it as he fired up the truck and backed out of the drive way. The tires once again screamed in protest when Dante accelerated away, taking turns much faster then Virgle would have liked. "I wasn't lying earlier..." Virgle turned while his brother finally gave him an explanation. "That man in the house tonight was an assassin, probably sent to take us out." Virgle gave him a blank stair, then ducked in fear as a loud blast echoed through the neighborhood. He turned back to see a large pillar of flames and smoke coming from where he guessed was his house. "...And yes that was just our house blowing apart..."

Virgle turned back to him with a mix of fear and surprise, his mind reeling to understand what all was going on. Dante helped him out by continuing his explanation. "A few days after mom and dad died in the accident, when we were forced to take those psych exams, I was taken aside. A man who said that he was with the government wanted to offer me a job. Apparently I had the kind of personality they were looking for to do "special" operations. I agreed to at least check it out but they didn't exactly want me leaving without at least ensuring that I didn't remember what they were doing. Unfortunately for me they had a new little experiment for me. They gave me a drug that put me into a deep sleep and allowed a good amount of suggestion."

Dante turned to see if Virgle was getting any of it. The blank stair he got in return was aggravating, but he continued. "When they realized that my sleep habits would make it easy for them to control me, they put in a suggestion to forget meeting the guy but remember in three days, in which time I was to return to them. I did... They used there drug to train me subconsciously. A few months latter, they had what they wanted. They had turned me into a weapon. It wasn't until a few months latter that their fancy new drug began to loose it's effects so they upped the dosage. It nearly killed me, but they managed to bring me back...Along with all my memories. I guess the shock of death kick-started my brain. I wasn't exactly willing to let them know that I remembered, in case they were willing to kill me. I played along for a few days more, then got out of there..."

"That's the day we moved out here right?" Dante nodded at Virgle's question.

"I packed up all I could and took all the money that they gave me for supplies on my jobs and we headed out here. I figured that with my training that I could keep us hidden. Unfortunately, the money didn't stretch as far as I thought it would. I had to start doing jobs again."

"You mean killing people..." Virgle asked, finally catching on to what Dante was saying.

"I was looking for a handler to find me jobs, but one found me instead. He came to me a few weeks ago saying he knew what had happened to me. I was going to blow him off, but he told me something. The people that I was working for weren't with the government. They were part of a shadow organization that was led by a man who had his own little agenda. I managed to find out a little more and realized that it wasn't exactly best for the good old red white and blue. My handler gave me a few contacts in the real government and I was able to make a deal with them. Apparently, a few of my old targets had been high ranking military officials. They wanted a little payback. I was contracted to take out a few of their leaders. I had been killing them for a few months now, but this last contract gave me some trouble... I was told to eliminate a man named Garland Jacobs. He wasn't easy to track down, and even less to get close to. I managed to get a tip on him that he was headed to a facility outside of town to do more research on the drug that they had used on me."

"That's where you were tonight right? Trying to kill him?" Dante nodded again, this time pulling the truck over to look his brother in the eye.

"I don't know how, but he must have found out that I was tracking him, and sent that guy to kill us tonight. For some reason, he didn't kill you first, even though he could have easily taken you out..." Dante picked up the gun that he had laid on the seat and pointed it at Virgle's head, making the older fox back away in surprise. "Now I want to know just what the hell you have to do with this..."

Dante could see the indecision in his brothers eyes, the fear of death. "W-What are you talking about bro? I don't even know what the hell is going on!" Virgle looked around, trying to find any way of escape. He became even more nervous when he realized that the place where Dante had pulled over was far enough from town that nobody would be coming to his aid.

"I didn't want to believe it at first but it makes sense... Not even my handler knows where we live and the government doesn't even know what state I'm in." Virgle gulped audibly when he saw Dante cock the gun.

"You have to the count of three to tell me just what the hell you have to do with this before I add you to my body count..."

Virgle began shuddering, trying to convince Dante of his innocence. "I-I'm tellin' you bro... I don't know anything..."

"One..."

"Dammit Dante, I don't know what the fuck is going on!"

"Two..."

"Dante... Come on... Why would I want you dead? You and me are all we got! Mom and dad are gone and we gotta..." The blast from the gun was concussive in the relatively small space of the truck. It was loud enough that Virgle didn't even realize the pain tearing through his chest for a few moments. He looked down, then up to his brother as it finally started to register. "B-bro..."

Dante closed his eyes and turned away as his brother began to gasp for breath, only looking back once the noise had stopped. He looked over the body of his brother, a twing of emotional pain flowing through him for a moment. "I hope I was adopted..." He finally whispered as he leaned forward and reached around the body and opened the door, letting Virgle's body fall out and down into the ditch. He watched the body for a few more moments, then slammed the door and drove off, not daring to look at the mirrors least he have regrets. "I really hope..."