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Here it is, my latest story series! Hope you all enjoy! Off we go!

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The Mercedes-Benz 770 W150 Grosser Tourenwagen weighed more than three tons and was armoured like a Panzer tank. But the seven-passenger limousine seemed to glide over the thick cushion of snow, passing with blank headlights barren moorland that glowed eerily in the dim light of the moon. As the car neared an apparently deserted farmhouse that jutted out towards the road, the driver tapped down on the brakes. The car slowed to walking pace and approached the low-slung building with all the stealth of a stalking puma.

The driver gazed thoughtfully through the frosted windscreen with eyes the color of granite. The building appeared to be abandoned, but he knew better. And despite the hastily slapped on white paint over the cars black bodywork making it invisible against the snow, he knew that they had been seen even before reaching the farmhouse. Glancing down at the watch strapped to his wrist, the neon hands pointing towards quarter to midnight, he kept his paws tightly around the steering wheel. And waited.

The gentleman stretched out on the spacious backseat of the limo looked up as he felt the car decelerate. He sat up and looked towards the back of the drivers head with half-lidded eyes.

"Are we here?" he asked, speaking English with a faint eastern accent. His voice was low and authoritative.

The driver, revealed to be a coyote in the dim light of the vehicles interior, nodded once.

"Good. He should be here shortly. Stay alert" the passenger said, before sitting back against the seat, tipping the brim of the panama hat he was wearing down over his eyes.

As if on cue, a light flicked on in the supposedly deserted farmhouse. A few seconds later, the burly figure of a doberman wearing the olive uniform and cap of the old Red Army emerged from within the building and strolled towards the limo, machine gun in hand. The driver tensed automatically, even though he knew everything was going accordingly. The armed doberman walked towards the drivers side door and gestured for him to wind the window down. When this was done, the guard glanced momentarily over the coyote, and then to the rear of the car and the passenger. Satisfied, the doberman removed his head from inside and gestured forwards with his arm.

"Go ahead. They are expecting you" came the gruff reply.

The driver tapped down on the accelerator, and the massive vehicle groaned into life. Within seconds, both the guard and the farmhouse had disappeared into the swirling white as the limo continued down the track towards its destination. The passenger allowed a thin smile to spread itself across his muzzle.

Four headlights blazed on as the road widened and a set of thick iron gates emerged from the darkness. As the limo approached they swung open on their own accord, the resulting squeak escaping into the night as the massive machine passed through and onto a tarmacked drive leading up to a massive four-storey mansion. Giant spotlights lit it up against the brilliant snow, each one lighting it from a different angle. The limo slowed down to a crawl, finally coming to a halt in front of a large stone staircase, a luxurious red carpet leading up towards the buildings entrance. As the driver climbed out and walked towards the passenger side door, the heavy mahogany doors of the mansion swung open and two figures emerged from within. A man and a woman, wearing thick winter coats to combat the blizzard, strolled down the stairs with an air of intense calm and superiority as the coyote opened the car door and stood to attention.

The tall, well groomed form of a dingo dressed in a suit emerged from the dim interior of the limo. He was in his mid-thirties and had the handsome chiseled features of an actor. A thin mustache adorned his muzzle. His fur was a sensitive mix of gray and white, but there was nothing sensitive about the way his expressive green eyes looked up at the two figures in coats walking towards him. A thin smile spread itself across his face as he extended a gloved paw towards the male.

"Mr Sneider. At last we meet" his low resonant tones sent a chill through the coyote stood a few paces away. Sexy was the only word to describe how the dingo's accent edged voice sounded.

In the bright glow of the industrial spotlights overhead, a tall wolf gripped the dingo's hand and shook it, his bright white fur lit up against the snow in stark contrast to the black overcoat tightly wrapped around him.

"Mr Divellio. Its a real pleasure" the wolf flashed a bit of fang as he released his grip of the dingo's paw, the lenses of his silver framed glasses flashing around the edges. "I'd like to introduce you to Miss Sasha Adelle, my co-partner"

Divellio turned his gaze towards the slender form of the vixen stood next to the wolf. She looked as though she had walked off a modelling set, shimmering golden hair trailing down her shoulders in curls. Her rouge tinted lips parted into a smile as she held her gloved hand out, which the dingo accepted and planted a kiss upon.

"Delighted. To finally meet my business partners is almost worth the long trip" the dingo joked, gesturing for the coyote driver to begin unloading the limo.

"You have my deepest sympathies, Mr Divellio." Sneider replied with a grin that could melt ice. "Siberia is hardly the most welcoming of environments, but it serves its purpose"

The dingo let out a short laugh and a nod "Shall we?" he gestured towards the front doors of the mansion.

The vixen, Sasha, shook her head "Not yet. One more guest has yet to arrive"

Divellio frowned slightly, a mixture of irritation and cold, and checked his watch. A few minutes to midnight. "Are you expecting him any time soon?"

"Oh yes," Sneider replied. "He should be here any second"

"In fact he's right on time" Sasha cut in with a smile, and looked up towards the ink black sky, having put on a pair of shades from within her pocket.

The three canids looked up at the sound of an engine, as a helicopter appeared overhead, its single spotlight beaming down over the mansion. Its spinning rotors seemed to cut through the blizzard swirling around it, as it began to descend towards a patch of land several meters from the front entrance. A few moments later it landed with a bump, its rotors beginning to slow immediately.

Sneider let out a chuckle at the surprised expression on Divellio's face, and lay a well manicured paw on the dingo's shoulder.

"Come. Lets go meet our new business associate"

Walking at a stride, the three canids approached the helicopter as its rotor blades came to a halt and the side hatch swung open. A small body dropped down onto the snow, and in the industrial light was revealed to be an arctic fox wearing an expensive black silk suit and hat. He was several inches shorter than the other three figures, his white fur an exact match to the snow underfoot. Despite this height difference however, it was something in the fox's eyes that set him apart from the others. Sea blue in colour, clearly standing out from the black fur that lined them, they were absolutely gorgeous to look at. Coupled with his youthful exterior and clean fur, it wasn't a surprise when Divellio felt a twinge in his lower regions.

Sneider stepped forwards and locked the fox's paw in his own "Its a pleasure to see you again. I'd like to introduce you to Yannis Divellio, our latest banker" the wolf gestured towards the dingo, and Divellio had to fight the reaction to flinch when the fox's eyes locked onto his. He forced a polite smile.

"Mr Divellio," The fox sauntered over and shook the dingo's paw. "Its a pleasure. Nice to finally meet you in person".

Divellio smiled and squeezed slightly harder on the fox's paw "It's a pleasure. And please, call me Yannis"

That made the fox smile all the more wider "Okay...Yannis".

Divellio's ears flicked, which the fox noticed but said nothing of. Instead, with a final squeeze he released his grip on the dingo's paw and turned to face Sneider and Sasha.

"Is everyone assembled?" the fox cast a glance over at the helicopter, where two canine orderlies dressed in the same uniform as the guard from the farmhouse had began unloading the fox's cases.

Sasha nodded curtly "All here. We've been waiting for you and Mr Divellio to arrive before we began"

"Good. Good. Wouldn't want to miss anything, not at this late stage" The fox chuckled, reaching into his suit pocket and removing a cigarette packet. He lit one up, and soon blue smoke was wisping around his muzzle.

Sneider gestured back towards the mansion "Well, shall we get started?"

With the wolf in front, the small group began to trudge towards the mansion. Divellio made sure that he was walking just behind the cute fox, admiring the tight rear and swishing tail that greeted him.

"So tell me Darius," the fox called over to the wolf, who turned his head to face him without stopping. "How goes the task in Georgia? Can we expect any news soon?"

The wolf flashed his fangs at the question, and tapped his watch "Anytime now. We should hear about it before the meeting begins"

Beginning to ascend the stairs up to the mahogany entrance of the mansion, the fox stopped suddenly, allowing Divellio to walk past him unawares. The dingo let out a surprised yip as he felt a firm hand feel him up under the tail.

"I think me and you are gonna get on just fine, Yannis" the fox crooned, then resumed his pace as he walked through the doors. Flustered for a brief second, Divellio soon followed after the fox's tail with all the eagerness of a puppy. The doors shut as he ran inside.

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The sniper looking down over the glass balcony overlooking the main street knew that his target was about to appear at any minute.

The jackal was wearing a tight fitting black bodysuit which matched the dark texture of his fur. He was wearing rectangular shades and black gloves. In the dim lighting, he was all but invisible.

He squatted down and placed a silver case in front of him. Snapping it open, he lifted out the sections of a Magnum sniper rifle. He began to assemble it, trained paws snapping each separate piece in. He then snapped on a Laseraim AR-15 into place on top of the rifle and peered through it. A small red dot appeared on his boot. He added a silencer to the end of the barrel, and smiled lovingly as he stroked the rifle over, cold steel over warm pads. He was ready.

Getting the gun across town had been easy. Placed inside a sports bag, the silver cases lightness had meant that no one had so much as glanced at him. He had managed to walk freely without miss-hap. In his line of work that was essential. To remain unseen and unnoticed was the mark of a true assassin.

For that was what the jackal was. Carlos was an assassin, and a damn fine one at that.

He was lying on his stomach on the overhead balcony overlooking an office building on the other side of the deserted road. Getting access had been easy. Simply by using the service tunnels and elevator, he had managed to remain unseen as he had made his way to the top floor. If he had been seen, he knew one or two methods of submitting an opponent. A handgun tucked in the waistband of his pants would ensure he remained unchallenged when the time came to leave.

He could imagine how sexy he must look in this position. Black material fitted tightly over his toned frame, tail hiked up and swaying in a welcoming fashion. But there would be time for that later. Right now, he had a job to do.

The main glass door of the office building opened, and Carlos's target emerged. Tensing up, the jackal trained the rifle until the red dot was right over the victims head. From what Carlos could see through the scope, he was a middle aged dalmatian with graying fur and wearing a plain suit that wouldn't make him stand out in a crowd. But that was all irrelevant. None of that mattered to the jackal.

His pad tightening around the trigger, Carlos waited for the perfect moment. The target stopped and turned round, almost facing the jackal. That was it.

He fired.

Down below, the dalmatian flew backwards with blood trailing through the air. He was dead before he hit the ground, a bullet hole dead center in his forehead.

Carlos smiled in satisfaction, and began dismantling his weapon. His bosses would be pleased with him.

He had just completed phase one of "Risico".

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The neon blue haze of the fitted wall lights illuminated the entire space of a modern conference room with a rich shag carpet, dazzling portraits and a gleaming chandelier overhead. The only other furniture in the room was a large black table with a black mirror top surrounded by red leather chairs. There was an oak door on the other side of the room which was locked, guarded by uniformed guards carrying sub-machine guns. Safety was a big issue for this particular organization.

There were twelve people sat around the table, including Yannis Divellio and the arctic fox. One was an American bear, gray and fat and wearing an open necked polo shirt that failed to conceal his protruding beer gut. The person sitting next to him was a female Japanese raccoon, apparently in her sixties with an unearthly calm about her. The male opposite her was a badger wearing a crumpled black suit, whilst the person sat next to him was a black panther in full military dress. Each person sat around the table was from a different nation, and each one had the same business-like calm that radiated throughout the room.

At the head of the table sat Sasha Adelle and Darius Sneider. Now no longer wearing their trench-coats, the wolf was wearing a dark purple pinstripe suit, whilst his vixen counterpart wore a tight-fitting black business suit. Sneider was sat next to a smaller canine, a femmy looking black lab who was idly stroking his paw over the the other males arm. No one seemed to notice, or at least didn't seem to mind.

"Good evening," Sasha said, opening the meeting. "Thank you all for attending at short notice"

A few heads nodded in reply, but the silence remained.

With the exception of Divellio and the fox, the ten figures alike made up the executive body of The Forge. The bear was Tex Whitaker; the female raccoon was Madam Ling. The badger was Alexie Oramof, and the panther was Parish Trembell. They were there to go over the final details of their latest business venture. In just a few days, this particular operation would make them richer beyond their wildest dreams.

There had originally been fourteen members of The Forge. One had been murdered a few years back in Serbia and another had died of natural causes. The last two had both disappeared on a secret mission in Saudi Arabia. But considering they had been in business for some ten years, it was not a bad record. All ten were equal partners, with executive overseeing assigned to a single member for each new project. With this latest venture however, this number had been raised to three. Sasha Adelle, Darius Sneider, and the black lab,Pieter Stubbe, were in command.

"It is my pleasure to announce to you all that everything is progressing on time and on schedule" Sasha announced. "The final pieces are now being put together and all loose ends tied up. Our clients wishes are being serviced to the highest callibre"

"After all," Sneider cut in. "We provide excellence...at all costs"

There was a small amount of laughter around the table. Tex Whitaker remained solemn.

"Whatever our clients eventual desires once the poject is completed," Stubbe spoke for the first time, his paw now squeezing Sneider's. "He has offered us five hundred million to perfect this project. And as Mr Divellio has informed us, the first payment has already been placed into our overseas bank account today. Within the next three days we will be ready to move into Phase Two"

There were smirks all round. Madam Ling clapped her paws and Trembell flashed his teeth in a wide grin. This movement highlighted the left side of his face, which was scarred badly under his fur, the result of a car bomb in his native Israel. Trembell represented Mossad, although he was alone in his dealings with the organization. Two paychecks made for a very lavish lifestyle.

"How many does our client intend to kill?" Oramof spoke out. Typical of him to be so suspicious and to the point. A veteran of the Cold War, Oramof always made sure he was informed of everything in his various business dealings.

Sneider cleared his throat "We will kill no one, Mr Oramof. Our client has merely approached us to provide the services and finance. He will himself decide on how to use is new found influence once the project has been finalized. Is that okay?"

Oramof nodded stiffly. Sneider flashed a smirk and looked over at the other figures round the table.

"Any more questions?"

"Has the device been tested?" another of the assembled asked. He was a ferret wearing khaki.

"Not as yet, Mr Alliss. But the people responsible for the bulk of the work are the best in the business, and they have provided us with a new weapon that, he promises, will change the map of the world as we know it".

"And what of these specialists?" Trembell asked.

"They're part in this project is at an end" Sasha answered. "They know nothing of Risico's true purpose, so we have had to let them go. Don't worry, they were disposed of quietly. No witnesses".

"Is there anything else?" Stubbe asked, removing his paw from Sneider's grip and folding them.

"Yep" Tex Witaker spread his fat hands across the table. "I've listened to everything you boys have said and I've heard all there is about this 'ere project. And I ain't happy"

Sneider pursed his lips. He wasn't surprised Whitaker had something to say. The man was arrogant, and had a mouth the size of a train tunnel.

"I've earned a mighty fine sum of money from working with yall present over the years, but this project is where I draw the line. I've looked at the risk, and its too big"

"There is no risk" Stubbe muttered, his eyes narrowing at the American.

"Now look here boy," Whitaker raised a finger. "Now I've sat in this 'ere chair and listened to what you've gotta say, which was a damn more of an effort than you can imagine. I say the risk is too great for me to be involved in, and I ain't happy with all these risks we've been takin', and I especially ain't happy working under two gay dogs neither!"

Sneider stiffened. Next to him, he felt Stubbe do the same. "I'm a wolf, Mr Whitaker, and I would thank you to keep personal matters out of business dealings" his voice came out low and dangerous, a growl forming in the back of his throat.

"Whatever" Whitaker rebuked. "Now look boy, its none of my business how you two boys like to take it up the end, but this is business and I have money riding on it. I mean, how much confidence do you put in this Koldunov to ensure this whole plan comes together, hmm?"

"There is no risk of failure. Dimitri Koldunov is a man who we trust entirely. He won't fail. Your nervousness is misplaced, Mr Whitaker" Sasha replied, her lips pursed tightly.

"That may be true, but I know when a risk is too great when it comes to my money, and I am not willing to put that in jeopardy. I am hereby leaving this project"

"You can't do that!" Trembell protested angrily. Angry mutters reverberated round the table.

Sneider cleared his throat, the room returning to its previous silence. "We really don't need to argue about this. Mr Whitaker is within his business rights to leave this project whenever he wishes. After all, business is business"

Everyone watched as Sneider and Whitaker stood up from the table, almost holding their breath as they awaited what the wolf was planning.

"It's a real pity, Tex" the wolf continued smoothly. "But if your sure your doing the right thing, maybe its time we canceled our business dealings".

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They both walked shoulder to shoulder to the heli-pad

"It won't be the same without you, Tex" Sneider said with a smile.

Whitaker grimaced "Can it, boy!"

Sneider rolled his eyes as they reached the helicopter. A uniformed canine ran over carrying a leather attache case. He handed it to Sneider who past it over to Whitaker.

"Open it" the American demanded.

Sneider snapped the case open, revealing several thousand dollars in tightly wrapped bundles. Whitaker removed a cloth sack from his pocket and tipped the cases contents inside.

Sneider sniggered "You never did trust anyone, did you?"

Whitaker shook his head "Not when there's money involved. That's how you stay alive in this business boy, always staying on your guard"

The wolf nodded in agreement as the American climbed inside the helicopter. Whitaker span round and pointed a finger at him.

"I'll expect the rest of it paid into my account by the end of the week. If it ain't, you'll regret it!"

Sneider nodded his head as the choppers rotors span up to speed. Whitaker slammed the hatch shut, and Sneider stepped back at the helicopter rose into the air, fur ruffling slightly in the wake. He watched as it gained height, and carefully reached into his pocket. He removed a small device and held it in his paw. He began to count out loud.

"Five...four...three...two...one..." he flicked the switch.

The helicopter exploded in a ball of flame. Whitaker had been careful in avoiding a potential bomb being planted in the briefcase, but he hadn't even considered the possibility of the helicopter itself being wired up. Typical redneck stupidity, Sneider thought. Never looking at the bigger picture.

"Consider our business dealings...terminated, Mr Whitaker" Sneider smirked, a cruel smile that suited him perfectly.

He felt himself engulfed in a pair of soft furry arms from behind, and cocked his head to face Pieter, his beautiful face lit up by the helicopters burning remains.

"Your so sexy when you get like that, Darius" the lab purred, licking at the edge of the wolfs ear.

Sneider smiled, before catching the smaller canine unawares by spinning round, one arm around his waist.

"Soon we'll have everything, my sweet puppy" he growled through his teeth.

Pieter giggled in the bigger wolfs grip, before soft lips planted themselves around his muzzle, a warm tongue licking over his muzzle attempting to fins an entrance. Stubbe obliged by parting his lips, allowing his lovers tongue full reign as it passed over each tooth in turn, a dominant murr echoing through his ears.

From the light of the still burning remains of the helicopter, the two lovers embraced each other. "Risico" had begun, and nothing could stop it.

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Hundreds of miles away from the snow swept wilderness of Siberia, another culmination of love was wearing down.

Beneath the silk sheets of a king sized bed, Jonathan Steed finally allowed the sweaty ball of fur underneath him up for air. He couldn't suppress a low chuckle as his lover gasped for breath, feeling the fox's heart hammering against his chest.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have made it last so long" Jonathan cooed once the smaller fox had calmed down. "But its your own fault for having such an inviting muzzle".

Jonathan's bed mate replied by planting a soft lick on the tip of his nose, soft paws eunning up the larger fox's sides and scratching lightly with the tips of his claws. "Its a gift, and a curse. But I'm glad you appreciate it".

Murring softly at the feeling of the claws tickling his sides, Jonathan tightened his hold on the small black fox and snuggled into the inviting crook of his neck. Breathing in deeply his lovers sweet musk, Jonathan allowed his eyes to slowly close.

The phone on the bedside table broke the idyllic scene. Jonathan let out a groan and lifted his head up from the soft sweaty fur, cursing under his breath.

"One night. I ask for one night and they can't give me that. Why do I even bother?" he grumbled as he reached blindly for the telephone, finally grabbing hold of it and lifting the receiver.

"Steed. What is it?". He listened to the reply on the other end, trying to ignore the tickling sensation as the small fox's tail flicked over his sensitive sack which forced him to grit his teeth.

"Okay, I'll be there in...an hour". Putting down the phone, Jonathan let out a mock growl before gripping his lover by his sides and flipping him over until he was on top. The fox let out a yip of surprise as Jonathan settled him on his chest.

"You know you shouldn't do that when I'm on the phone. It gets me excited". Jonathan flashed his teeth before licking over the lithe fox's exposed throat, eliciting a shuddered moan from his lover.

"That's why I do it silly. Besides, from the sounds of it I won't have much opportunity to do it for a while. Another job?"

Jonathan nodded. "Yeah. Sounds urgent as well, so I'll have to keep my promise and be there in an hour. Sorry".

The little fox shook his head. "Don't be. You just go and do what you do best".

Jonathan grinned. "I thought I already did tonight".

"You know what I mean" the little fox giggled, kissing Jonathan on the nose. "Just promise me you won't take any risks. I'd hate the thought of you getting hurt and me not being there to help you".

Jonathan smiled happily at the touching comment. "Thank you Val. You always know how to guilt trip me into behaving".

Val nodded his head. "Its the only way I know I'll get you back. Off you go then, before the men in black come looking for you".

Sliding out from under the little fox, Jonathan stretched himself before picking up the discarded shirt from last night and buttoning it up. Behind him, Val snuggled back under the covers, one eye admiring his lovers toned body and swaying tail.

Forty minutes later, Jonathan Steed was on his way to his place of work. MI6

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