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Year: 2080, May 16th.

Time: 09:10am.

Location: Club Nova, Basement.

As far as I could tell, this morning was probably the most normal morning I had experienced over the past few days. This was mainly because the previous morning was spent being fucked senseless by a Red-Scale, and the morning before that involved Viggo...and a fair amount of cold water. I woke up on something thick and soft, and my body felt sore all over. I barely managed to open both eyes so I could observe my surroundings. I was in the same room that I had passed out in; white tiled walls, glass cupboards full of medical equipment, and a small rack of bondage equipment behind me. This room definitely belonged to Doctor Caro.

The muscles in the lower half of my body felt much weaker than usual, so it took a few minutes for my body to finally lift itself from the makeshift bed in the centre of the room. As soon as I was up and properly focused I looked around the room slowly, trying to find out what had happened to Caro; but the only person left in the room was me. I noticed a grey biosuit hung up on the wall just to the left of the entrance to the room; Caro must have left it there for me before he left. I smiled to myself and quickly took the biosuit off its hanger. It was time to go to work, unfortunately.

I had barely managed to suit up the lower half of my body when I heard the door click and swing open quickly, revealing Doctor Caro smiling and dressed in his usual attire; his lab-coat dropped down to his knees and was unbuttoned so I could see his bare white chest underneath, and his pair of black jeans under his waist. But what I was most intrigued in were the two large mugs he was holding, presumable one for me and one for him. I smiled back at him and grabbed the large mug he offered to me.

"How are you feeling?" The Fox asked, sitting down next to me on the makeshift bed. At first, I only looked down at the mug of hot water in my claws. From what I could remember, I had only been through a couple of rounds, but I was far too sore for that.

"I'm feeling a little sore." I replied, sipping from the mug slowly, surprised that my mouth could barely notice the heat. My body must have already begun to adapt. Even the aching in my body began to fade away. "What happened last night?"

"After you passed out...we got up to about four more rounds." Caro replied, looking down in embarrassment as he explained. "I don't know how you managed, but every time I tried to take a break, you woke up and asked me to keep going."

"That explains the taste in my mouth." I sighed, trying to wash down the taste of Fox seed with as much hot water as I could manage. "Still, that was just what I needed, and I owe you. Could have taken things easier though."

"If you didn't want it to hurt, you shouldn't have come to me." The Fox smiled, patting me on the shoulder with his spare paw. The pain in my body had completely died out, only to be replaced with an all too familiar wave of heat that covered my entire body, but at a much lower intensity than the previous few times. "Our resident is still here, by the way. Do you want me to give him something to eat?"

"You're the doctor here." I replied, getting up from the makeshift bed and stretching all four of my limbs, then my back, then my neck until I was completely satisfied. "I've got all I need from him, so it's up to you."

"And what exactly where you looking for?" Caro asked, watching me from behind as I fixed the rest of my suit onto my body. I tilted my head to one side after putting my clear facemask on, not giving much of an answer.

As far as I knew, the two Foxes, the Canine and the Feline that hired the Avian were themselves employed by someone else. And if five people were employed to kill me, the employer must either have the idea that I was dangerous, or I wasn't the only person who needed to be taken care of. The first lead I had was that two of the five worked in our district for a bunch of Eq-5 Dealers. If things went as planned, this lead would take up most of my day, then I would return to interrogate the Avian we caught, then I would have another lead to follow on...if everything went according to plan, of course.

"You have a visitor." The Fox pointed at the door as I made an attempt to leave. I saw Elle standing at the door, though this time her biosuit was completely white, her facemask was clear and showed the red markings around her face.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Rush." Elle smiled, receiving a smile from me in turn. By her lack of surprise, she must've already known that I was now 'infected' with Red-Scale. Her smile was swept away and replaced with concern. "So how are you holding up? Adapting?"

"As far as I can tell." I replied bluntly, clipping my belt around my waist and holstering both my handguns, then my knives. "A lot of heat, a lot more resistance to pain...hard to get any sexual satisfaction though."

"Welcome to my life." The Dragon said glumly, looking behind me at Doctor Caro, who was already clearing away the stained bedding from last night. "You should probably get to work now. I have a few things to discuss with the Doctor."

I nodded at her and exited quickly, taking one last glance at the locked door leading to the room holding the captive Avian. As far as I could hear, he was sleeping soundly, though it could have been a trick. Nevertheless, I took a quick peek into the room through the small grating just on head-level. I saw the Avian lying down and only half-covered by the sheets Caro provided him, revealing the ruffled and messy feathers around his rear. Just the sight of it caused my mind to stray back to the events that took place the previous night.

But I didn't have time for some more 'release'. I still had something to do.

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Year: 2080, May 16th.

Time: 11:40am

Location: Southeast District, Warehouse Streets.

It was easy enough to talk Viggo into letting me go for a few days, at least long enough to sort things out. He was too distracted with his sister to worry about me. As far as Viggo let on, he and his sister were talking, so at least he had that worked out with her. Celeste had even decided to stay with us for a while - long enough to take care of anyone still chasing after 'escaped slaves' - in Viggo's room. It didn't matter much to me though.

My first lead was in the warehouse district where two of the five - the canine and the fox - worked. From what I knew, most of the warehouses smuggled illegal goods, most importantly Equaliser-5, the cross between a Stimulant and Aphrodisiac. The basic layout of each warehouse was simple enough to memorise. Usually the layout would be a single floor stretching up to three stories high and around sixty meters around...but this wasn't 'the usual layout' I was dealing with. Fawx made sure I was informed of that.

The warehouse I was aiming for lay in the rough centre of the warehouse district. The first floor was a maze, made up of many different cubicles and rooms only separated by half-inch hard-plastic walls. The second floor was made up of floor-grating that snaked along the top of the first floor so people could monitor everything that went on beneath them. The third and final floor was made up of a large office housing whoever runs the whole business - the same person I had to get to.

Luckily for me, the warehouse district was tight as the Fox 'in charge' of it, hence why it gained the nickname 'The Narrows'. Two people couldn't pass one another unless they were very good friends or had enough money to bribe the other in order to get past. Still, as long as you stayed out of knife-range, you were mostly alright, 'mostly' implying that anyone who wasn't holding a knife was holding a handgun. The trick was to not be 'mostly alright' and hold a handgun of you own. That way, everything was fair game. Not enough space for a knife fight and even less for a gun fight.

The district was only an hour's walk from Club Nova, but even then it took twice as long to navigate through The Narrows and try to avoid any unwanted attention. By the first hour I had already ended up running into three or so people, though we avoided each other purely for the sake of not getting shot at. My phone had even lost signal from how closed the spaces were. Until I could either get out of The Narrows or onto a rooftop, I'd be getting no help from Fawx. Hopefully my first lead wouldn't be holding a grudge against me for killing two of his employees.

Sometime into my second hour, I had finally reached an opening into a much larger street that presented half a dozen warehouses to me, in the same arrangement as the ones I had already passed. I scanned from left to right with my eyes until my vision had landed on the warehouse just in the centre of the row. Like all the others, there were no windows or points of entry whatsoever - other than the garage door at the front - and a number was painted onto the entrance, marked twenty seven, the number that Fawx told me to look out for.

As far as I could see, the street was completely empty, giving me the opportunity to break into the warehouse without rousing any suspicion. I quickly drew one revolver out with my left hand and ran up to the alleyway on the left side of the warehouse, constantly scanning my surroundings and making sure nobody was around to see what I had planned. Once my body was pressed firmly against the wall of the adjacent warehouse I looked straight up towards the roof, my only point of entry that wouldn't attract any more unwanted attention. I holstered my handgun and prepared to climb up.

There were a few advantages of being in an alleyway that was as tight as a Fox's rear-end. One of the advantages was that it is much easier to climb up to rooftops. The trick was to plant one part of your body on one side, and one part on the other, then it was only a matter of balance and movement in order to get up to the very top. I utilised that advantage and planted both foot-claws on the adjacent wall and pressed my back against the wall of warehouse-27. I then rested both arms against the same wall as my back and slowly lifted both limbs, raising the top half of my body; with half of my body raised, I carefully lifted up my legs and levelled it out with my torso, lifting my body by about one foot overall.

Climbing up a wall is harder than it seems. Unless you had a lot of friction on your side, you would keep falling down, but if you had too much you wouldn't be able to drag the rest of your body up the wall as quickly. Luckily, I had more-or-less the right amount of friction needed to climb up the wall in a short amount of time, even if I only raised myself by about one foot for every step I took. Still, I was thankful that I was wearing something protective; the thought of having my back-scales torn out if I accidentally slipped was unbearable.

After what seemed like forever, I had finally climbed up to the roof, or at least the portion of wall just underneath the roof. Now came the hardest part of all; I had to get onto the roof. I began by slowly lifting my arms up to the edge of the roof, bracing myself as I lifted my legs up to rest on the opposite edge. I mentally counted down from three, preparing to kick off of the opposite wall and roll back onto the roof. Fortunately, it went better than I had expected. I had put all my force into my legs, sending the bottom half of my body into the air as I rolled back onto the roof, landing on my back after one more successive roll.

I got up quickly and observed my surroundings. The roof was dimly lit by the grey sky overhead, which told me that a storm was going to happen very soon. I only managed to spot a small vent on the far side of the roof. It was large enough for me to fit through, but it would be a tight fit nonetheless. I quickly strode up to the vent and kicked the top off, drawing both revolvers simultaneously. Fawx said that all vents pass through the office-section at some point, so it was only a matter of dropping in.

I took one deep breath and leant over to look down the vent shaft. As far as I could tell, it wasn't a long drop, but it was long enough to hurt my legs if I jumped in right away. The bottom of it needed softening up first, so I had to unload a few rounds into it. I kept my eyes set on the bottom of the shaft as I drew both revolvers, raising them both until they were aimed directly at the bottom. I only ended up releasing six shots; I still needed something to take most of the impact once I landed, otherwise I'd end up going straight through the vent and breaking my legs on something else.

Once I had weakened the bottom of the vent, I wasted no time and simply jumped down, managing to slow my fall by planting all four of my claws onto the walls to my sides. For once I was thankful my body was protected - and cut off - from the outside, otherwise the scales on my claws would have been shredded off in moments. In barely two seconds, I felt a sudden impact at my foot-claws as the vent broke beneath me, taking most of the impact and allowing me to fall softly onto the floor further down.

I subconsciously aimed both revolvers at the only figure I could see in the room as I observed my new surroundings. From the feel of the impact, the floor was carpeted. The blank walls matched the worn red appearance of the floor, with only a large window at the far side of the room and a single door on the opposite side. In front of the window lay one large, empty desk with my target standing behind it. My observations barely lasted a few seconds before I refocused my attention on the figure I was aiming at.

The figure turned out to be a white Wolf, though what surprised me most was that I was looking at a Female. She was dressed in a blue, leather-ribbed jacket with nothing but a bra underneath. The lower part of her body was masked, but I noticed a pair of dark blue jeans around the waist. I cursed out loud upon noticing that she had a gun pointed at me as well; a very small rifle that she was able to hold in one paw as the other was holding an already lit cigarette. We both stayed motionless for a few seconds, waiting for the other to make a move or at least speak.

"...I killed two of your guys, by the way." I said out loud, not able to think of anything else to say other than that. I hadn't really thought of how I was going to ask her any questions. "I figured you would know a little more about them. It seems a little odd that they'd be hanging around a slave-club."

"I knew someone would be coming along to ask about that...not through the ventilation shaft though." The Wolf sighed, taking one quick puff from her cigarette and still aiming at my head. "So what's this about? Did they try to kill you or something?"

"Tried and failed." I replied bluntly, smiling at her behind my facemask and receiving a smile in return. "I'm from next door. I work for Club Nova. We dealt with two of your guys a couple of days ago, then they jumped me at a slave-club last night, along with two more guys I dealt with on the same day."

"Why were you at a slave-club, I wonder..." The Wolf mused. I looked at her sternly, giving her the impression that I wasn't there for the reason she had thought of. "...so you took down a slave-club and killed two of my men in the process. Why is that any reason to break into my warehouse? Who were the other two guys that were sent to kill you?"

"A couple of blackmailers that pissed off one of our clients." I replied, lowering one of my handguns but still keeping one aimed at her heart. "Well, there were four or five of them, but I only left two of them after I was sent to sort them out. Then there was this Crow that was sent to kill me if the other four failed. He mentioned that someone else was behind it all. Someone I haven't met yet."

"This goes way beyond what I'm paid for." The Wolf sighed, putting out the cigarette and rubbing her forehead slowly with one paw. "...so all five of these guys you've met were sent to kill you, but someone else was behind it?"

I nodded my head slowly. She sighed again, lowering her rifle as I lowered my second handgun. "...I might have something useful to you. My two guys sometimes mentioned a name; someone called 'Artsua', saying they used to work for him. I think he'd know more than I would about all this."

My eyes widened as soon as the Wolf mentioned the word 'Artsua'. The only person that I knew with that last name was one of our clients...the very same Artsua that hired me to kill the people blackmailing him. It turned out the two that I had left alive had teamed up with the two that used to work for him. The only problem was that there was very little reason why the four should team up against me. I wasn't even sure if they were actually targeting me. Maybe it was something much less personal and was aimed at the Club instead. Either way, I had another lead.

"I hope you're intending to pay for the vent you just smashed in order to get here." The Wolf threatened, raising her rifle very slightly as an extra warning. I slowly got up and holstered both pistols, nodding to her slowly. The Club would sort it out, and it wasn't as if we were strapped for cash.

"Trust me, it'll get..." I began to reassure her, but something caught my eyes. Behind her - behind the window - on the rooftop of the opposite warehouse was a small figure, no larger than I was and dressed in some kind of full blue bodysuit. But what really attracted my vision was the large rifle he had aimed at the room I was in. "Get down! Now!"

As soon as I said those words, the assailant had pulled the trigger, sending a barrage of bullets shattering through the glass window and filling the room.

This just wasn't my day.