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Time: 17:30pm.

Year: 2245, January 12th.

Location: New Vega...

I slowly woke up in a dazed confusion, trying to collect my thoughts and assess the damage my body had received. My mouth was dry, my lower lip split and from what I could tell was also bleeding; my right eye felt swollen, left forearm bruised severely, along with a dull aching feeling in my gut and a long, shallow cut running across the back of my right leg. Usually I never sustained so many injuries in one go, and even then I wasn't tied up or blindfolded in the back of a car before; all I could do was use my sense of smell and hearing to try to find out where I was...

Luckily enough, one of the windows of the car was open slightly; the sound of the wind piercing my ears and running along my fur, telling me the car must've been travelling way over the speed limit set for regular roads. I also picked up the thin odour of carbon dioxide - pollution - passing by every now and again; all of this told me I was being taken along the New Vega Central Highway, a huge net of roads snaking all the way through the major parts of the city and connecting at the exact centre of the city, replaced by a massive traffic-control tower that monitored everything that went on, on every part of the highway.

I made a futile attempt to struggle in my bonds, getting the attention of the driver, who almost immediately reached back to drive his fist down to my stomach, sending all the air out of my lungs, as well as a small amount of blood. From what I could tell, this wasn't the work of any law-enforcement; for one, the seats were made from rough Velcro, not the standard uncomfortable leather seats they usually have; secondly, I was only bound with some strong rope, not the metal handcuffs that Enforcers usually use. That, and if this were an Enforcer vehicle, there would have been some metal grating separating me from my driver's fist.

"I certainly hope you're thinking about cleaning that mess up, foxy." The Driver laughed, his fist retracting back to the wheel of his car; "hell, maybe I can just sell this piece-of-shit car and buy another with the bounty they placed on your head."

My ears began to ring with the lack of oxygen, so I only managed to pick up on a few key words; I began to wonder how much the law was willing to pay to get a person like me behind bars...not enough to buy a decent car, anyway; the reward would probably be able to cover about half of the cost...if the driver was being pushy enough about it. My thoughts were swept aside immediately as I felt the car make a reasonably sharp turn to the right; sharp enough to send my head into the back of the driver's seat with enough force to knock me out for a short moment.

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"Come on; get up, or I'm tossing you out." I heard a familiar voice say; I just barely regained consciousness, and by now the driver had removed my blindfold and lifted me out of his car, revealing a large green-dragon wearing a pair of sunglasses that dropped down to reveal his eyes; "I have a few friends for you to meet; I reckon you'll get along find with them."

I heard a quiet but cruel laugh from the Dragon as he put me down on two feet, forcing me forwards with one hand whilst carrying a briefcase with the other - probably to carry his reward with. My gaze was brought up to the building in front of me, the entrance covered by four heavily armed guards, and the building itself stretching up to the sky for what seemed like forever, with one bulky helicopter taking off from what appeared to be the roof. The Dragon's hand soon brought my head down again to meet the stares of the four guards at the entrance, starting to raise their weapons and direct them towards me and the Dragon.

"We were given an hour's notice before you arrived." One of the guards said, raising his hand to signal the other three to lower their weapons; "We didn't expect him to be so...young."

The guard stopped barely one metre away from us, kneeling down slightly to meet my gaze, making me feel tiny compared to him, and with good reason; I was staring at an Equine, one of the races that made up the majority of the Enforcers. His build and looks was much like the building behind him; unnaturally tall, as if he'd have a hard time standing in any normal sized room, and definitely solid and muscular, making me start to wonder who was the stronger person; the Dragon who caught me, or the Equine about to take me into custody. I was also able to notice through my blurred vision that he was wearing stereotypical Enforcer armour; bulky padding covering this shoulders, elbows and knees, whilst the rest of his body was slightly thinner, but just as impenetrable, and striped with red and white markings, same as the building and the three guards behind him.

"You don't look so tough for a person with a four-page criminal record." The Equine mocked, speaking with a kind of rhythm to each sentence; "we only have one other criminal as dangerous as you, and so far, she hasn't moved one little bit. So feel free to relax and enjoy your stay...you're going to be here a while."

With that, the Equine forced one fist straight into my gut, making me groan silently in agony from the sheer force of the punch, sending what oxygen I had collected right back out of my lungs, knocking me unconscious once again...

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I woke up and regained consciousness after god-knows how long, taking in a deep breath and collecting my thoughts again before trying to figure out where I was. If my plan went as well as I thought, Damien will have already turned me in and collected the bounty placed on my head, playing his part and getting me into the prison. The next phase of my plan was to find where Elle was being kept; if I was right, I would be on the same level as her, along with all the other dangerous criminals they kept here. Getting out of our cells would be easy enough; last night, Damien was kind enough to loosen me up well enough so I could smuggle in a couple of explosive charges...in the usual place, of course. Once out of our cells, we'd be able to make our way to the garage, where the Enforcers would keep any impounded vehicles, and make our getaway. Other than the inevitable chase-scene we'd be having with the Enforcers, there was hardly any reason why the plan would fail.

"Looks like we have another addition to our little 'society'." I heard a voice call out dryly, letting out a dry couth. "So...what do people call you, kid?"

My body slowly began to recollect itself whilst the person let out another long, dry couth; overall, I felt just as bad as I did before losing consciousness. My body still beaten and bruised, though my eye was not as swollen as before, allowing me to see clearly and see who was talking to me through the dark, cold cell I was lying in. After getting up and staggering over to the barred window on my cell door, I began to make out another cell just opposite mine; I saw a brown, whiskered muzzle sticking out slightly from the barred window of the opposite cell, revealing a rather large Rat, who looked as if he had been starved for days; he let loose a warm and welcoming smile, revealing two rows of teeth that looked as though they had been sharpened on purpose.

"Most people..." I began, my mind beginning to ache from getting up too soon, and my hands beginning to go numb behind my back; "People call me The White Fox...over one hundred cases of drug smuggling, fraud, ident-."

"You don't have to list your accomplishments, kid." The Rat rasped, placing his claws up to the bars of his window. "We all know about you just from the name, isn't that right boys?"

I heard few muffled grunts of acknowledgement from a few other cells, probably other dangerous criminals like me and the Rat. It was hard to think they managed to put together some kind of 'society' in this prison; but then again, I'd never really been in a prison cell before...closest thing to it, I sometimes end up in handcuffs...usually with my own consent and within my own room, but that's about it...

"Don't mind them; they don't really get the 'social' part of being in a society." The Rat laughed, now turning around and, from what I could tell, leaned back against the door of his cell; "The name's Cutup, by the way; serial killer for over five years."

"I heard about that..." I said slowly, also leaning back against the door of my cell; "I even made a couple of bad puns about you...often involving you dressing up as a cereal mascot."

"Well, I guess us criminals have to find some way of entertaining ourselves, right?" He laughed, once more letting out a series of dry coughs before continuing. "So...I heard you've been around for at least sixty years."

"I heard he jumps over buildings for a living." Another prisoner chimed in, starting to get everyone else riled up, and from what I could tell, was successful at it.

"I think you might've fucked one of my friends some time ago." One prisoner said loudly, most likely the one right next to my cell. "Huge Bear, ex-military, he always chooses to be the dominant one in bed."

"Oh yeah..." I replied, starting to have a little fun and almost forgetting the reason why I was here; "I remember him; he was about half an hour late and made it up by getting me drunk, saying 'this should make things a little easier on you'."

"Definitely him." The prisoner laughed, along with a few others that managed to force a quiet laugh through their cells. Meanwhile, I began to run my handcuffs underneath my legs to my front, reaching up to my hair to pull out a small key; all Enforcer handcuffs used the same lock and key mechanism. It was easier to just put a small tracker on each one to track any escapists down.

"So...whilst we're stuck here." I grunted, finally unlocking my handcuffs and placing the key back in my hair; "I'm actually looking for someone; a female Red-Wolf...part Dragon as well. Charged with a lot of blackmailing, stuff like that..."

"Oh, sure, that girl." The rat laughed whilst I managed to finally get the couple of explosives I had smuggled out of my body. "She was stuck in the cell right next to mine, but the Enforcers just took her out when you arrived; they said something about sending her back to Falsetto city, letting the Enforcers over there take care of their own rubbish."

"...you are kidding me." I said wearily, my whole body halting just before planting one of the explosives on the lock of my cell; I turned my gaze over to the Rat, who gave me a quick stare. "...when I get out of here, I will definitely need a drink to calm me down."

"And how long do you think it'll be before you escape?" The Rat laughed, along with a small crowd of other prisoners whilst I set the charge on the door and pressed myself into one corner of the cell.

"About five seconds." I called back, inspecting the handcuffs I was still holding in my hands; good, the tracker still worked. "So do you think there's a record for the quickest escape from prison; because I'm about to break all of them like a bad metaphor..."

With that, I quickly covered my ears with both hands as the charge went off, almost tearing the door of its hinges as it swung open, littering the corridor with shards of metal as I sprung myself from my corner and darted out into the corridor, looking out of any stairs of any kind; luckily, to my left was an elevator, a short sprint from my cell. Before I did any moving, I suddenly tossed my handcuffs to the other end of the corridor; hopefully the tracking beacon would still be active and take the guards off of my arse long enough for me to get in the elevator.

"Why didn't you just bring a goddamn key for the door?" The Rat called out to me as I made for the elevator door; "the locks are universal now! You could've gotten us all out that way!"

"Would you rather get gunned down, or stay in that cell?" I called back, now quickly backing my way over to the elevator whilst keeping an eye on the far end of the corridor, my hearing impaired by the sirens wailing overhead.

As soon as I arrived at the elevator doors, I pressed the button signalling for the elevator to come to this level; by now, I began to hear a number of shouts coming from one end of the corridor, barely audible over the wailing sirens. Luckily enough, it was only a matter of seconds before the elevator doors opened, and I was able to slip in quickly, pressing the lowest button on the control panel with the small symbol of a car on it, as if the Enforcers couldn't figure it out for themselves. The thought made me smile as the elevator doors closed in front of me, though it was short-lived as I felt something prod at my side.

"Don't...move...an inch." I heard a voice speak to my right; my eyes swivelled around to see a single guard holding his baton out and jabbing my side softly, though he wasn't nearly wearing enough armour to cushion him from the brutal punishment I was about to dish out.

I quickly took one step forward and turned around to face the guard, my back to the wall as he raised his baton and attempted to bring it down on me; by the time he had brought it down to head level, I had already snaked my left paw around his arm and gripped his forearm firmly, managing to pin the rest of his arm between my left side and arm, effectively immobilising it. Next, I clenched my right paw tightly and forced it just under his ribcage, removing all the oxygen from his body and stunning him for another few seconds; using him as if he were directly attached to me, I began swinging him around the elevator forcefully, sending him back-first into one wall, and swinging him front-first into another, repeating this process all the while descending down to the garage until I finally felt his body begin to loosen up, telling me that he was knocked unconscious.

I took this opportunity and grabbed a couple of key items from him before dropping him to the floor; first, a reasonably small handgun, though the nozzle was a little too long for my tastes, and second, his key-card. I'd probably need some way of opening the garage door, and the key-card was my best shot; if not, I was pretty much dead and Elle would be shipped off to Falsetto...that is, if Blood Clan didn't manage to kill her along the way. It was a big risk with Elle out in the open like this; the only option I had now was to track down the vehicle holding her and somehow get her out.

Stepping out of the elevator quickly but calmly, I held my handgun up at arm's length, ready to take out anyone that got in my way; lucky for me, there was no sign of any guards whatsoever, though I realised if I didn't get a ride quick, it would change. I wasted no time in searching the garage for any impounded vehicle I could steal; it wasn't as if there were no vehicles at all, I just needed something fast enough to catch up with Elle. Eventually, after a solid minute of searching for a vehicle, I decided to instantly go with whatever vehicle I came across next; of course I didn't figure my luck would run out at this point. I was staring at a solid-green motorcycle, the words 'Fox-Slut' painted in a dark-shade of pink along each side.

"Some rescue this turned out to be." I muttered to myself, making a mental note that if I were to ever speak of this to anyone, I'd tell them I was riding a black motorcycle...with lots of flames...and wearing a black jacket that matched it...not a green and pink leather jacket...and definitely not a helmet with a fuzzy tail running down the back. "Elle is not going to let me hear the end of this..."

I let out an embarrassed sigh as I revved up the motorcycle, watching the garage doors open up for me slowly and listening to half-a-dozen voices call out at me from behind; luckily enough, I still had one explosive charge left, which I had already set down behind me as I sped off out the garage doors, listening to the short but loud explosion behind me...

I let out another sigh and smiled underneath my helmet; "Looks like I don't have a present for Elle anymore..."