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I wonder how persistent the caller is...This is after all the fifth fucking time he calls... Arlen thought as he layed in bed while the phone continued to disrupt the calm he had awoken to. Thankfuly Tamra had at least not been awaken by the sharp ringtone.

He was propped up on an elbow,Tamra sleeping soundly beside him.

He was gently dragging his fingers through the space between Tam's ears,massaging that sensitive part of her head. She was purring in her sleep. He surprised himself when he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

He re fluffed his pillow before laying down once more. His gaze once again turned to his sleeping lover. Tamra's tail was bent in a curve around her body,who rested in a fetal position of sorts.

The tailtip twitched as she dreamed,and she curled closer to his warmth. She was tired it appeared, He smirked when he remembered the reason why...

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Arlen drove up the thin,dusty road lined with old,gnarled oaks. Their leaves shone and glowed neon green in the golden rays of the setting sun. "And just continue straight from here and we'll be there shortly!" Tamra carefully instructed. Her eyes were alight with a gleefulness,not so different from the same glint a kit has on christmas morning. And soon was he pulling up at the house.

House did not really fit the description of the building. A small manor was a better word for it. Shining white and liquid black was its colors. Big open windows, the kind of windows that was from floor to roof. The mansion even had a little tower!

"You said I was taking you to your grandmother's house Tam, and well this is not exactly a house in my eyes!" He made a pretentious gesture to the manor.

"Grandmother was wealthy, thanks to the unique minerals that was bellow the house, in the hill it was built on!" She explained with a light shrug and a lifted eyebrow.

"Still , it is not appropriate to call it a damn house..." he muttered under his breath. She rolled her eyes and slapped him lightly on the arm before she said "Come on, I'll show ya around!" She turned around, and Arlen smirked when he caught the unmistakable seductive sway of her hips. Looks like she was ready for round two!

Tamra stopped at the front door in deep brown mahogany, complete with ornate Celtic knots carved on it.

Just the door must have cost a fortune... Arlen noted quietly to himself.

She rumbled around in her handbag for a few seconds, cursing in spanish under her breath.

"Aha! Success!" She exclaimed,jiggling with the keys before putting one of them in the lock and turned. It clicked in response and she then proceeded to open the door.

"After you!" She said with a small smile. Arlen found himself smirking back at her before he entered her house.

The hall had a red (if slightly dusty) carpet. And drawers and a place for you to put your shoes. Nerly at the end of the hallway there was a little table with a mirror.

He looked up and his eyes winded slightly in astonishment. The ceiling was slightly curved and on the tilt there was a giant painting. It looked to be a lot of flowers and different birds on it , among other things.

Areln gave a low whistle of awe. "Reeeeal nice!" He commented with a jerk of his thumb at the ceiling for emphasis.

"It is from the eighteenth century...This house has been in my family for generations...My grandmother gave it to me...when she passed..." She was hugging herself with one arm while the other one was lightly caressing the other, up and down.

He gently patted her on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, he was not good with emotions and people after all.

Tamra turned and rose on tip-toes and surprised Arlen by kissing him softly.

Arlen closed his eyes and began to kiss her back more passionately and at the same time started to unbutton her west...

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Still smirking at the memory, lost in thoughts and feelings, and paw still massaging the feline in question, he laid and wriggled in the warm sheets. Closing his eyes, chuffling,he prepared to take a nap,maybe even sleeping...

Ring!

Ring!

That's fucking it!

Brimming with spite , Arlen snatched the phone from its stand on the bedside table, stuffing it under his pillow , before he crashed down on said pillow.

Snickering to himself in victory,he failed to register movement beside him.

"You know that the phone is going to stop ringing if you would just stop dragging balls and answer it...right?" Tamra drawled dryly.

He sucked in a breath and turned to her.

She was laying on her side, weight resting on an elbow, long,lithe body covered sporadically by white sheets, curves illuminated by dawn's first golden rays.

He was so taken by the radiant creature before him, that he forgot completely about her request.

Tamra rolled her eyes before she crawled over and straddle him.

"Looks like someone needs a little convincing!" She purred throaty.

Arlen answered by growling,snatching her by the waist and started nipping at her neck with his fangs.

She moaned as he nipped at her neck,while simultaneously peeling of the sheets that clung to her ample bust.

Kissing a trail down her shoulder and throat, Arlen stopped to admire the way the light curved and shone off of her naked chest.

He brought a dark-furred paw to her right breast,before he gave the round mound a passionate squeeze.

That gesture drew a quick inhale and moan from the smaller feline.

Chuckling slightly, Arlen continued to squeeze and massage Tamras's breast while he felt how she grew wetter against his tight.

He craned his neck suddenly, capturing her left nipple in his muzzle before he gave it a hard suck. Tamra gasped loudly and clutched his head closer to her.

"Please...Nng!..Don't stop!" she begged while her pants and moans started to fill the bedroom.

Arlen had no intentions of stopping, quite the contrary actually!

He sucked so hard on her nipple that her breast rose up against his face.

Suddenly Tamra hissed and squeezed his waist hard with her tights ,before she started writhing and shiver in his arms,wetness gushing,coating her twitching tights.

She had climaxed.

Licking her forehead,Arlen rested his chin on her head. He moved closer to her ear before he whispered;

"Good girl, kitty cat...good girl!" He licked her once more before he reached for the still ringing phone were it lay under its pillow-prison.

He put the phone to his ear, a twitching and quivering Tamra still clutched to his body.

"Hello?... Is this Arlen Blacktiger I'm speaking to?" The voice on the other end of the phone was definitely female, soft and pleasant to the ears as well.

"Yeah that's me...who wants to know?"

"This is Dr Azuka...We have a job you might be interested in..." The female voice trailed off, waiting for his answer.

"Can't hurt to listen at least..." Tamra murmured. Arlen forgot about the call for a second and glanced down.

Tam was resting her head against his chest. Lightly trailing small shapes and figures on it with her fingers, a soft, distant smile on her face while she did it.

Arlen realized that it could be a good investment and a good chance to corner the cat in his arms to tell him the truth about her one year trip to London.

"What's the deal then?" He asked, trying to sound as goodwilled as possible while the paw that was not occupied trailed itself up and down Tamra's arm.

"I'm not authorize to tell you that over the phone.Only face to face. Shall I send you the information about were to meet us?"

Arlen did not like to be left in the dark about something. But did he really have any choice?

Shit...

"Send the info and time of the meeting" he replied curtly, usual gruffness back and leaving little space for arguments.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to be working with you, Mr Blacktiger!" The voice sounded just as polite as before, completely undaunted by the edge in his voice.

Arlen sputtered something that not even he could make out of, before he removed the phone from his ear and pressed the little red button. With a light frown on his face that was a mixture of aggravation and playfulness he turned towards Tam.

"I hate you so much now. How do you do it?" Arlen's eyebrows rose up in a gesture of confusion.

Tam layed sprawled on her side, legs neatly crossed with an amused look on her beautiful green-eyed face.

"Must be my charm!" she snickered as she stretched, her naked form bare to his eyes. Her tail swished to and fro on the sheets.

He smiled mischievously back at her.

"You? Charming?" Arlen scoffed.

"You're as charming as a bucket full of toads,Tammy!"

The lazy, slightly amused look was swept away in an instant.

Tamra spluttered.

"Wh-What did you just say!?"

Arlen took on a mock expression of haughty boredness.

"Oh I'm sorry was that to fast for you? I said th-

Smack!

Arlen's words was cut of abruptly when the pillow connected with his face.

As he was dusting of feathers from and around his muzzle, the crystal laughter of Tamra echoed in the bedroom.

"Hahah! So much for the charm of a toad, huh?" she challenge with a haughty toss of her head.

"Your goin' to pay for that-" Arlen's mobile beeped suddenly.

Grunting as he went down onto his knees on the floor, pointly ignoring it when he got another quick laugh from Tam, he fished up the mobile from his tattered jeans pocket and looked at it.

The place for the meeting as well as time was written in the message. And a request to delete it as soon as he had read it.

He snorted but did as requested.

"As I was saying...you're going to pay for that pillow throw later" Arlen said it a bit off handedly, as all of his concentration was on the little message.

Suddenly he felt how Tamra pressed her busty chest and curvy body against his back.

Her tail wrapped around his waist and her arms careful snaked themselves around his neck.

Confused, he turned his head a bit to the side,and seconds later felt her lips against his own. Exited, he started to trust his tongue against hers.

He turned around, slipped from her grasp without breaking the kiss, her tail still woven around him, and wrapped his muscular arms around her waist.

He gave the muscles on her back and waist a little squeeze, before he slowly pulled away from her lips.

He leaned in and gave her ear a little nibble.

"Lets get dressed and get some grub,yeah? They are expecting us in two hours..." Tamra said as she hugged his waist.

He kissed her on the forehead before he went to pick up his discarded cloths. Not in the least confused or surprised on how she knew what the message had said.

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Arlen was sitting in the warm room, on one of the stuffed white chairs which was positioned at the long, slightly narrow glass table. Fanning himself with a piece of paper in one paw and trying to open his shirt's collar with the other paw, with no success.

Fucking great! Going to suffocated and die before the mission's even started...

Just as he was about to use his claws to rip the collar to shreds and finally get some air, a pair of white paws came into his field of vision.

One paw put a glass filled to the brim with ice cold water, while the other one easily opened the buttons on his shirt. The paw who did the buttons was careful not to touch him too much. Like the owner of the paws knew how hot it was and did not want to cause him any discomfort .

"There's more water behind you, if you want more..." A voice said.

"Thanks..." Arlen muttered.

Arlen felt and heard movement behind him. His sharp gaze followed the individual, until the unknown fur had sat itself across from him.

It was a white tiger.Muscular and as wide chested as Arl himself and with black stripes. But he was younger than Arlen, perhaps twenty. By the looks of it, he had just reached adulthood.

Sure he was by no means an eyesore, quite the contrary!

But his eyes...

Arlen found himself mesmerized against his will by those eyes.

They were a fantastic shade of ice blue.Clear and hypnotic.

The younger male had a small smile on his muzzle, almost cheeky.

"Seeing something you like?" The younger tiger puffed up his cest in pride.

Arlen rolled his eyes, but other than that ignored the comment.

"Thanks for the....um... water..." he rubbed a paw against his sweaty neck.

The white tiger shrugged one shoulder."Don't mention it, you looked like you needed it"

He then gracefully reached out to Arlen with his paw.

"I'm Jorek by the way!"

Arlen looked at the paw stretched out to him. He did not make any move to take it.

The white tiger shifted slightly, smiled a bit and moved his paw away.

"Yeah, as I told you I'm Jorek!"

Arl nearly groaned in annoyance, the kid said his name like it was the name of an ancient god. Arlen slowly moved the water glass to his lips.

Talk about Hubris...

"Got any name I can remember you by, sexy butt?"

Arlen choked on the water and for one second contemplated spitting it out on the younger tiger.

Thinking better of it , he swallowed it down and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Arlen Blac-" Arl began to speak but the younger male cut him off.

"You know, I'm really horrible with names, so can't I just call you sexy butt?" The white male shrugged.

Arlen felt a twinge of annoyance and how a curse was forming on the tip of his tongue.

Taking another gulp of water,swallowing that and the swearword, he started to examine the place and the furs who were there.

Besides from the white tiger there was a female Snow leopard who was standing a bit to the right of the glass table, talking quietly with a female Cheetah.

Sweeping his eyes over to a lone figure sitting in one of the corners,Arlen raised both eyebrows.

It was a female black Jaguar. And a very beautiful one at that. But her beauty was tarnished by the ice cold expression she wore.

Her eyes shifted suddenly and nailed onto him. Her eyes were a brown color, beautiful like the rest of her, but cold.

He gave her a glare in return to the one he got. Holding her gaze unflinching for a time, both snorted before they turned their gazes away from each other.

"Mr Blacktiger?" A soft voice said directly behind him.

Arl whirled around as much as the chair would allow.

The female snow leopard he had seen before was standing before him. He realized seconds later that she was the one who called him earlier this very morning. She wore a white t-shirt and a dark blue skirt. And resting on her nose, was a pair of black ,tinted sunglasses.

Who in hell wears Sunglasses inside?

"Yes?" He answered gruffly.

"I'm Dr Azuka, we spoke earlier this morning..." She asked as if she was afraid he had forgotten.

"I remember", he made a gesture to the room, "So Doctor, why am I here?" Arlen rested his chin in his open paw.

"Oh hold on a second..." The snow leopard reatch for the sunglasses, took them off, before hanging them on her shirt.

Arl unintentionally squeezed the armrest until his knuckles turned white under the fur.

The snow leopard's eyes had the most amazing violet color he had ever seen. Arlen swallowed noisily and felt how his stomach flipped a few times.

And it was first now that he became conscious of her sharp beauty.

"Now what were you saying?" Her long lashes fluttered prettily when she smiled.

Arlen felt like a nervous teenager who was going to ask the girl he liked on a date for the first time, and he barly resisted the urge to roll his eyes against his own stupidity.

Fuck, get it together Arlen! He strictly remprimened himself.

"I just wondered why we are here..." Arlen barly could keep himself from fidgeting with his paws, there was something about this female, something that was not really normal. Her gaze was to sharp, to seeing.

Like she could see every bad or horrible thing he had done, like it was all open to her.

She, however,seemed oblivious to the effect her unnatural eyes had on him. Or she just simply ignored it.

Taking another nervous gulp of water,scratching behind his neck once more, Arl did not know what to say.

All the while aware that her eyes had not moved an inch from his face. He could feel it, like a pressure on the right side of his face.

And just like that, was it gone.

"Okey,can I please get everyones attention ?" Doctor Azuka did not even need to raise her voice. The woman was deserving of respect,even Arlen knew that.

The soft hum of voices quieted down,before vanishing completely.

All of the present furs eyes turned to Azuka, who was standing at the top end of the glass table.

"Good.Now firstly I would like to thank the agents of the Goza Empire for joining us,and also give you all a warm welcome back again..."

There was a few "Thank's" and "Feels good to be back's" that made the snow leopardess smile softly to the small audience. And Arlen to lift an eyebrow.

"And secondly I'll tell you all way you are summoned here at such an ungodly hour!" There was a few chuckles around, but other than that it was all business.

"So six months ago we sent one of our agents to a secret base in Brazil. We had gotten rumors that spoke of some unusual things going on. And I must say, that even for my experience on some of the craziest situations I have ever been through,this is... very unsettling."

She made a waving motion and a white paper screen was lowered behind her.

She then proceeded to drag an old movie projector on a metal trolley in front of the screen and pressed a button on it.

The little fan in the square shaped machine began to rotate and cones of light flicked and escaped from the spaces. A truming sound began to fill the room.

A ray of light lit up dust particles in the air and the screen.

The light in the room began to dim and when it was so dark that Arlen could only see the contours of his paw as dark lines,Azuka clicked forth the first picture.

A monochrome picture slid onto the light clad screen.

A group of American soldiers posed before the camera. Mud covered and some wore bandage, but the happy expressions all of them wore gave the picture a happy and relived atmosphere.

"This picture was taken by one of the soldiers who was with the group which raided a base who under The Second World War did horrible and unartual experiments on innocent furs as well as humans."

But the real focus of the picture was not the soldiers, A snow leopard cub was sitting on the knee of what looked to be the group's CO, a burly lion. She wore a white dress, as equally muddy as the soldiers, with a smile that was a mile wide.

"The cub that you see was the lone survivor of the base's test subjects. All other subjects were gassed or otherwise killed to prevent information from falling into enemy hands."

"The cub would later grow up to be Azima, my great-great-great great grandmother. She wrote a diary that my family kept until this day,and that is how I first learned that I was...special."

She then turned of the movie projector,and light slowly filled the room once more.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the base that I talked about earlier...Has been completely obliterated..."

There was slight movement in the room, furs shifting nervously tails and paws in worry for an teammate.

"How long ago since its destruction?"

Areln heard it very close to himself. Shifting gaze a bit, he realized that the question had been asked by the white young tiger,the same tiger who had been teasing him before, Jorek.

"...Three days ago..." came the curt but calm answer.

Arl saw how the white tiger tensed up, chest muscles tightening against the black t-shirt he wore.

He tensed up even more,"Have you heard anything from the agent you sent in?"

"Nothing..." Azuka seamed so calm,so unprovoked by all of it.

Not necessarily cold,but if she had any emotions on the matter,she hid them well.

Jorek on the other hand swore vehemently under his breath.

Arlen saw that the white paw he rested on the table's glass surface shook violently.

"Now onto the mission at hand, You will be sent to the remains of the base in Brazil. There you'll look for any suvivors, any one at all, seams simpel ,right?" Azuka's right eyebrown rose.

There was a few nods,a few "Hu huh's" and "Thats all's?"

"Good. Everyone is dissmissed untill futher notice."

The sound of papers moving and chairs being pushed around filled the room as the many furs left the bothersome hot meeting room.

"Oh Mr Blacktiger,a word if you please..."

Arlen let a sigh part his lips before he turned around were he stood at the door, door handle pushed down and redy to leave.

He walked before her and crossed his muscular arms over his chest,the white shirt's sleeves rolled up, the scars on his arms a stark contrast to his dark stripes and fur.

"Yes?" Arlen chuffled.

"Well it seams that you have caught Joreks's attention...And I'll would be careful around him if I were you..."

Arlen's brown drew up into a frown and his gaze darkened " Is that a treat ?"

Azuka laughed "Ahaha! No of course not...he is just...just a bit special...yeah a bit special!"

"And by special you mean...what exatcly?" He waved a paw around in a confused gesture.

"Oh now it would not be fun if I just told you,now would it?" You'll see for yourself soon..."

"But take my advise,She smiled playfuly now,"He plays dirty,so you better do the same!"

He rolled his eyes and rested his paws on his hips."Anything else?"

She shook her head slightly in return. "Nope that would be all, thanks for your time Mr Blacktiger."

"Call me Arlen..." He responed.

"Of course Arl!" She said back, with a smile that could rival the sun on her face.

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"Wow ! That place looks like shit!" Jorek exclaimed as the chopper lowerd itself down onto the dusty ash covred ground. Its blades whirled the ash and dust particles around them.

Arlen rolled his eyes heavily at Joreks comment as the four diffrent teams started to exit the chopper.

Arl looked around. The base was pretty big, or had been. Now it was mostly a big pile of dust and concrete.

Some pilars and other basic parts,walls,outside and inside metal constructions had survived fairly well.

He grunted as the glaring golden rays of the setting sun shone right into his eyes, irritated, he shielded them with a paw.

Seconds later he felt a paw clamp around his shoulder, turning around , he meet eyes with the ever happy, ever smiling Jorek.

"Hi there sexy butt!" Jorek exlamied and stuck his pink tongue out at Arlen.

Arlen groaned and answered in an irritated voice: " Ugh! What do you want now!? He then crossed his arms over his unifom clad chest.

Jorek did not reply verbaly, but insted carrassed Arl's chest with a paw. He leand in close to Arlen's ear,and with a hot breath against it he whispred;" I wanna fuck you!"

What the fuck!?

Arlen scoffed "Lisen cub, I...appreciate the compliment, but I'm not intrested..."

Jorek snorted," I have seen the way you look at me, you'll come around, everyone those..."

Arlen grunted again "You know, has it ever crossed your mind that not everyone wants you?" Arlen raised a patronizing eyebrown.

Jorek shrugged nonchalantly " No one has been able to say no to me before...well exepct you, but then again I don't think you're serious, not after how you looked at me back in the meeting room!" His tone was light,as equally nonchalant as the shrug earlier.

Arlens rage started to boil slowly. He was so... irritating!

Insted of starting to curse and try to throttle the younger fur he started to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth.

Just as he was on his second go Arlen felt a pressure slam onto his lips. Eyes snapping open only to bulge out of his head as he was meet with the gloating, mischievous eyes of Jorek.

Grunting angrly behind the kiss he waited with his muscular arms by his sides and paws turned into fists.

Jorek slowly pulled away,smacking his lips in obivous sadisfaction. "Mmm you taste good, really good! Can I have one more?"

"Absolutely fucking not!" Arlen snarled.

"Aww come on man! It was good and you know it !"

Arlen chuffled "It was surely not the best kiss I ever had!" He crossed his arms over his chest and glowerd at Jorek.

Jorek just smiled a toothy grin at Arlen,before he was hit on the back of his head by a golden furred paw.

Smack!

_"_Ow! What the fuck did you do that for John!?" Jorek whined,rubbing his aching head.

"Technically, you just sexually abused him? My eyes are still in perfectly good health, I saw what you did you little whippersnapper, so why don't you try to controll your cobra and listen up?"

The rumbling voice belonged to a lion. Big and muscular, With a brown-red mane that was slightly curly. He had the face of a harsh veteran, but his amber eyes were kind.

He was dressed in an army outfit; Army pants and west, shiny black boots that would probably be not so shiny at the days end.

A red ribbon was tied to his right shoulder,and a Machine Gun rested on his back.

"Okey people! Listen up! We'll divide into groups of three and two and search the place, We'll reassemble at the chopper at 1200 for lunch. But be careful of still existing fires and no lone wolf ideas, keep to your partner!"

There was a chorus of "Sure!" and "I wonder what lunch we're getting this time..."

The kind and friendly replies of the subordinates made Arlen raise an eyebrown.

And in the CO's eyes there was an almost unnoticeable glint of pride.

"Okey fine I know the drill , come on Alren!" Jorek said and grabed Arl's paw and started to drag him along.

"Hold it there Casanova ! I'm coming with the two of you!" The lion said , half joking half seriously.

"Dawww but why I'll be a good boy , a very good boy!" Jorek smiled that toothy smile again.

"One; I know for a fact that it is impossible for you to keep your paws to yourself if I were to leave you two alone. And two; I'll personally rip every strand of fur from your body if I see you touch him without his consent again!"

Jorek snorted in response and said in a bored and dry tone;

"Fine! I'll keep my paws to myself, but you'll be sorry when I get blue balls!" before he stomped of.

"Is he always like that?" Arlen scratch his neck and jabbed his thumb in the direction Jorek had stormed of to.

"Pretty much!" The lion shruged.

"How do pepole stand him!?" Arlen asked with bewildered expression.

The lion crossed his arms over his chest and raised his left eyebrown.

"He has...a special way of endaring others, He could probably become friends with the most rude and unsocial of persons, and then as the day ended they would act as if they had known each other for their whole life!"

The lion spread his arms to the side, the muscles in them flexing as he did, as if to say that their was no other way of explaning it.

"I'm John by the way, but maybe you alredy picked that up!"

The lion smiled and,when he reached out his paw,Arlen felt compelled to shake it.

"Arlen Blacktiger..." Arl did not really know how to response otherwise then that.

"You're not much of a talking person , are you?" John chuckled and raised an eyebrown.

"I think actions speak louder then words Sir" Arlen replied.

John shook his head slowly. Amused. "You really are short on words,you know?"

"When I want to" Arlen shrugged.

John chuffled and smirked,"You'll fit in just right Blacktiger!" He clapped Arl on the shoulder fondly.

"Now let's see what the cubs have found!" John dug around in his pocket before he fished up a black communicating earpiece, complete with a little microphone on a felxible metal cord.

John taped the earpiece once.

Blip

"Yeah, John here...Hey Danny! Have you found anything yet?"

The lion was soon in a full fledged coversation with the other team mate.

John smiled, noded and sometimes said things like "uh huh" and "No really!?" before he took a quick glance at Arl.

"Okey, but keep looking, and report to me if you found anything or anyone". With that he clicked the earpiece again and turned to Arlen.

"Here!", he said and tossed him something. Arl caught it, and looking down on whaterver John had thrown him. It was a earpiece just like his own.

"I thought you wanted be involved in the community!"

Wordlessly,Arl put the earpiece into his ear. John noded before he opend the com-link once more.

"Hey Jorek, you with Danny or what?" Arlen heard him both through the earpiece and voice at the sam time, it sounded weird.

"Yup! I'm here!" Came the quick and happy response.

"What have you got , anything at all?" John questioned.

"Well, I'm in the Tank room , seamed like they had a supply of oil here...It looks like the devil farted on them!"

Arlen snorted " Can you be morespecific ?"

"Six of em' and I'll you gotta move that sexy butt and see for yourself!"

That was directed to him, Arlen knew that, if the sultry tone was any indication.

"Manners Jorek, we'll be there in five!" John softly reprimened, but he did no efforts to hide his amused expression from Arl.

"See you in five!...Work up some sweat for me,huh?"

Shaking his head slowly at the younger furs antics,John turned to Arlen.

"Let's go!" he said.

The tank room was big...or what was the rest of it.

Six big barrel shaped tanks with teared up tops,covred with ash and grime loomed over the three furs.

John gave a low whistle;"Shit! This is some destruction!"

"Sure is!" Jorek replied, he almost sounded proud over the destruction.

Great! I'm traped with a lunatic for about God know how long!

"What do you think,Jorek ?" John asked, his big arms crossed over his muscular chest.

"Hmm,by the size of the building and the amout of soot and stuff, I'd have to say that someone did this manualy!"

"That's bullshit! How could one person do this much damage?" Arlen scoffed in disbelief.

Jorek waved him over were he stood leand against one of the tanks.

"Becuse of this!" Jorek pointed down at a small metal lever on the tank. Jorek grabed it and twisted.

There was a small sound as metal struck metal, so faint that one could have missed it.

"All of the tanks were opened very differently, some were fully opend and others not. But the by the way that this one is still open, I don't think that any of them were closed! Futhermore, do that pretty head of yours wonder why all of the tanks exploded?"

Arlen gave him a fiery glare that had made lesser males piss themselves.

Jorek , as ever just smirked and winked at Arl in return.

"Who ever opend the tanks knew that he did not have much time to complete this...Or did not count on surviving..."

"But! To answer your earlier question, By the looks of the poor tanks, who ever came up with the bright idea to make this place as flat as a witch's tit used fire to complete this!"

"How do you know this? You don't look so smart!"

For the first time since Arlen meet Jorek , he saw anger cross that handsome and beautiful face.

Whait! since when do I find him attractive!?

_"_Well, at least I did not drop out of school!" Jorek retorted hotly.

Arlen moved closer until they almost stood nose to nose. "What the fuck do you know about me?" He grolwed.

"I know alot more about you then you know about me!" Jorek replied with smugness so thick it was almost touchable.

"You can fight or fuck it out later, for know cut it out, both of you ,before I whoop your asses!" John barked angrly, body tense and the muscles in his arms cuting against his fur.

Arlen and Jorek both growled under their breaths, and a clear agreement shone in both golden and ice blue slitted feline eyes; This is not over!

Still glaring and not moving his eyes away from Arlen,Jorek asked;" So whats next on the agenda,boss?"

"She's almost 12:55, well go back to the chopper for lunch and then-

"John! John! Come in John!" John's mic suddely sparked to life.

"Yeah I'm here?" His reply was calm and collected to the almost hysteric words of the other fur.

"We have-have..."

"Calm yourself solider, take a dreep breath Danny." John paced slightly as he whaited for the younger fur to calm himself down.

He straightened up suddenly , years of army traning kicking in.

One hard word came forth from his tightly sealed lips; "Are you sure?"

A quick reply.

"Don't toutch him, or anything else...Goddamnit!" He cursed harshly.

"What's wrong?" Jorek had a worried and anxious frown on his face.

The lion turned to them both, his eyes glazed over with ice,and stone cold.

"The cubs are not used to see a corpse."

---

As Arlen and Jorek drew near to the younger furs,Arlen felt how his gut curled into a hard stone.

The recruits were huddled toghther in a bundel around something. Some of the females were crying, and some of the younger males were standing or sitting there wide eyed,paled faced and shaking uncontrollably. A particular poor male was bent over a boulder, heaving and puking violently.

As they reached the small group, they tried to straighten up and show that they were not scared.

Females brushed away smeard mascara from teary eyes, males tried to stand tall and proud, bodies still ratteling with hysteric shakes and shivers.

The group parted like the red sea when Arl and Jorek with John in the lead,walked into it to inspect the body.

It was a Doberman, Eyes wide and glazed over, staring unseeing into the dark heaven, mouth slightly ajar. A fly walked over his left eyeball.

With a gentel gesture,John closed the doberman's eyes.

"I did not think you would die out on the battlefiled,old friend." He muttred it so quietly that only Arlen and Jorek heard.

"Where are his dog tags...His wife would surly like to have them..." Jorek remarked softly.

John swopped his gaze over the body.Eyes used to death's cold embrace gave nothing away when he saw the six bullet wounds in the chest of the corpse.

Blood drenched shirt...will probley never get used to it...Was supid to think I had.

He carefuly and respectfuly opend the army west, before his eyes searched for the dog tags. After a few minutes of fruitless seartch,John stood up with a confused frown.

"They aren't here..."

"What! Where are they then!?" Jorek hissed angrly.

"Jorek I don't know! But it have to whait, I have to calm the cubs down first!"

Jorek crossed his arms over his chest and Arlen heard how he muttred something along the lines of "Big babies,"Should never..." and "Too young!"

John moved from youngster to youngster. Offering warm words and pats, sometimes hugs if they were asked for. He gave tissues to the females so they could wipe the ruined cosmetics away.

Afterwards, they all sat on a hill of crubled concreat and metal pilars. John stood before them. Not so different from a coach standing before football players before an important game.

"This was the first,and wont be your last time seeing a dead body. It is just something -as horribel as it sounds- you will get used to." There was a few nods,but all of them were unsure.

"This is a rough and violent life we who have the gene has to live...And perhaps the crulest truth is...that no matter how many times you see and experince it,losing a friend never gets easier..."

John looked up at the cubs. His eyes seamd very,very tired suddely.

But he blinked once and it was gone just as quick as it had appeard.

"Has anyone found anything else,anything at all?"

A fluffy female fox eagerly stretched up her paw in the air and waved.

"I have!" she yelped exitedly.

John chuckled."You don't have to raise your hand,Katy! We're not in school! Just tell me what you have found!"

Katy bent down to pick up something that rested against her legs.

The fox held up the object high above her head, like a pagan priestess with an offering.

It was a black metal box. It had two rectangular shaped boxes coverd with a glass slices. It also had many diffrent buttons on it.

"What is that?!" Jorek said.

"It is a recorder!" John exlamied.

"Good work,Katy!" He continued and patted her shoulder. Katy giggled and blushed in response.

"Let's check on it after lunch and see if we kind find anything usefull!" He took the recorder from her, inspected it a bit, before he put into the chopper. as he was in the chopper,John reatch for a big grey plastic box.

"Guess what todays lunch is,boys?" He had a wide smile that almost streatched from ear to ear.

"Hamburges?"

"Nope!"

"Pizza?"

"Nope!"

With a slow,graceful gesture he removed the lid of off the box.

"Woohoo! Subway!" Jorek whooped and threw his arms up into the air.

"Okey everyone, stand in a line,Jorek and I'll give you some groub!"

The recruits eagerly did as they where told, some of the males started to shove and bicker. Almost like small pups would do.

"Hey! Hey! Cut it out! Everyone will at least get two whole subs, so theres no need for that!" He sounded more amused then angry.

And after a mixed time of waiting, everyone was munching on a fresh,tasty sub.

"Hey wha' bout tha recorder you bug gup Gaty?" Jorek said through a mouthful of turkey and garlic sauce Subway sandwich.

"Let's check on it!" John put his half eaten sub down,and insted picked up the recorder. It was very dirty, had a few scratches and dents, one of the glass lids were a bit cracked, but other then that it looked functional.

John scratch behind one ear as he looked at all the buttons on the mini console on the recorder,grumbling under his breath.

With as sheepish smile he turned to the closest recruit he could find. Danny , a young dalamtian with saphire blue eyes. The same fur who John had been talking to earlier eagerly stepped forward.

He gently instructed John were the start,along with the revind and pasue buttons were located.

"And make sure that you actually have something to play before you start it, otherwise its just a dented pile of crap!" The blue eyed dalmatian blushed, well aware what John thought about swearing.

John gave the guilty dalmatian a soft glower,before he opend one of the glass lid, and with a suprised expression picked out a little cassette tape. It was a black color with the usually shiny tape black tape dirty but other then that okey.

He slowly read the label on it: 'Month 1'.

Thats odd...I wonder if there is another one in the other lid..

He carefuly opend the other lid and found,there too, another cassette tape, this one with the label 'Month 6' on it.

"Okey everybody, gather around, we'll start listening to the first tape!"

The recruits egerly gathered around him in a semi circel. Some was still shewing on their subs.

John pressed the green little button with the white text START on it and he saw through the dirtyglass lid that the tapes two small white wheels started to spin.

"Please, have a seat" A voice said through the small speakers.

The sound of an chairs metal legs scraping onto cold concreat floor could be heard for a few seconds, before who ever draged the chair sat down onto it.

"Do you know why you're here?" Asked the voice , still cool and just as polite as before.

There was silence for a few minutes, perhaps four or five. During that time, Johns gaze never moved an inch from the recorder.

"Maybe you don't feel to talk right now , that's fine" the voice said, a slight weight of irritation creeping into it as it said so.

"I don't like to speak to assholes,thats all"! The other voice was younger and much softer then the previous voice.

It also had a cold,haughty coldness to it.

The other voice chuckled a bit before it said again_;" I'll ask again, do you know why you're here?"_

There was a slight rusling of clothes as one of the persons shifted in one of the chairs.

"No..."

"You're part of something greater then you could possibly understand!" The first voice hissed excitedly,and John could imagen that who ever had that voice was leaning forward when he said it.

"Why are you doing this?" the younger voice had lost its coldness, now it just seamed tired and scared.

"Now now , don't take it personly, You have something that we want, thats all!"

"They are kids! Kids! Do you hear me!? What your doing to them is unspeakable!"

"Perhaps if you did not struggle so much then we would not have to be so harsh with you all!" The voice barked.

"But-"

"Guards, escort this one back to the cell and bring in the next one!"

"PLEASE, IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME PLEASE HELP! HELP! TAKE US AWAY FROM THIS HELL!!!"

The tape clicked and stoped moving.

"Shall we listen to the other one?" John opend the other lid, took out the first tape and insted put in the other one. He then pressed start...

The tape started to slowly move.

"What are you planning!?" It was the same voice as before, sweltering with rage.

"I'm not planning anything!" The other voice was no longer soft, it had the harshness of someone who had been screaming alot for a very long time.

"Listen, twelve children has died here! Twelve! There are only two left! Thee younger voice shook and was thick and watery,close to crying.

"They died quickly!" The voice sneered, it had no emotion what so ever on the matter of the dead children.

"You gassed them! The younger voice accusingly replied.

"So? They are dead not you! Why do you care so much about a bunch of dead kids?"

"I care because no one else does !" The younger voice retorted back passionately.

"So there is no way to sway you to our cause?" The first voice drawled in a bored tone.

"Never! Not after what you did to me and those other children! I will see this place cruble in flames and I will spit on your corpses!" The young voice screamed.

"Like that is ever to happ-"

The first voice stopped mid sentence, gasped before he started to blurt out.

"I-It we--We did it, it worked! Look at how you glow! Oh it is beautiful!"

There was sudden movement, a body being thrown against the wall. Tabel being struck back, metal legs screeching agains the floor.

"Look all you want, becuse I'll be the last you'll ever see! You shall reap what you have sown!"

It began slowly, a cough and then turned into ghastly chocking sounds.

"Aghh! I...I can't bre-breath!"

"Of course you cant,silly!

"Stop it I...I comand you to..to stop!"

"No! This only a little taste of my hell! I haven't even begun yet!"

There was a cold smile in the young voice, it was unmistakably.

"Ugh...ahhh!" The voice started to grow fainter and more wheezing by the second.

"Oh look at juts how pale you are, look at you!" The young voice crooned in unmistakable pleasure.

"This is only a fraction of how my hell has been, day in and day out, month in and month out! But no more, no more! Do you hear you son of a bitch!? This ends now!"

The words were followed shortly by a wet pop and a snap. And John had heard that sound many times; A neck getting snapped.

Here the tape cut abruptly.

"Well...Seams that the rumors were true after all!"John said, eyes still studing the recorder.

"Oh please John, look at this! Hello! No one can have survived this! Who ever was on that tape is surly dead now!" Jorek said and made a gesture to the destroyed base around them.

"When a being fight for something they truly beleive in, they can do the impossible!" John said.

---

Some nice telepath I am, can't even find one living thing in this hell-hole! Cassandra thought angrily to herself.

I wish I had a cooler power, Sala can force someone to kill themselves, Jorek can lift and burn things!

And then there's me, I can read thoughts and block things...Yay!

Ugh That's enough self-pity! Time to get back to work!

Cassandra slowly let her consciousness seep out of her, touthing objects and structures. She felt small streeks of emotions and by-gone thoughts flutter inside her mind. Even though there was no one here, the whole place had a taint of emotions on it. Many had died.

She suddenly rememberd a very spesific thing why she resented her power so much.

She had been walking out on the street one early morning. She came across a burning building.

The firefighters had gotten most of the residents out of the builiding. She, however felt that there was some one still in there, inside the flames.

It was a small child, a young boy. She had found out later that he had burned to death. No surprise for her, really.

She rememberd that it felt as if she was there inside the three-story house. Burning with him. She had collpast right there in the street.

Stop thinking about it...

Cassandra expanded the teleptaic search field. Moveing it over a building with half of its celling fallen in.

She remeberd what the burnings boys last thoughts had been, he had hoped that he would come to heaven,and get to eat as much chocolate ice-cream as he would have liked and played with is favorite toys and-

Stop thinking about it!

Suddenly,memoires exploded inside of her, like a white-hot knife stabbing itself into her brain.

Memories,emotions and impressions crashed over her at a fast pace,to fast for her to see what whas really going on , but the message they all had was clear;Pain.

Paws shaking, waves of nausea rolling around in her stomach, Cassandra reatch for her mic.Clicking it once.

"J-John I have found something!"

---

Areln was sitting on John's right side,when his earpiece blipped loudly. John stoped in the motion of taking another bite out of his sub, sighed,before he reached up and tapped it once.

"Yeah,John here!...Cass, calm down everything is fine! Okey...Uh huh... You said that you didn't find anything...Okey...No I'll send some one else,just rest sweetie! He chuckled suddenly,"Yeah it is an order!"

He slowly turned to Arl,the request was clear in his eyes.

Arlen shrugged;"I'm going!" He stood and started to walk.

John coughed.

Arlen turned around,raised an eyebrow and said "What?"

"Here!" John threw him something. Areln caught it in one paw and looked at it.

It was a small rectangular shaped device, it kinda looked like a IPhone.

"Whats this?" He asked.

"It is a tracking device, it is connected to your earpiece, so don't take it of. You type in a name,and then the device will find the one you're looking for! That is, if they are wearing a earpiece,of course!"

John smiled and flicked his tail, almost as if to say"Man! I love tecnology!"

Arlen hummed in reply , pressed a few buttons,and a long list popped up.

"Who am I looking for?"

"Her name is Cassandra.A cheetah. She'll know when you are coming..."

Arlen snorted as a reply, gave John a thumb up, and started to walk.

---

The sun was nothing more then a golden ribon on the horizon, stars starting to glow on the darker part of the heaven.

"What the fuck is wrong with this thing!? It is pointing downwards like a fucking limp dong! Must be broken or something, god fucking damn-Oof!" Arlen grunted,as he suddely, stumbled over something.

Crashing onto the ground on his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs in the processes.

Spitting and swearing, Arlen rose on unstable legs. With a heatful glare and a angry scowl on his face he whirled around and glared down onto the object he triped over.

The object was fuzzy and had a human-ish shape. He grabed a twig and poked at it.

No response.

He poked at it a few more times, and suddenly, a spotty paw snaped upwards at suprising speed and snatched the twig and threw it away.

The object then proceded to bounch up from the ground.

A female cheetah stood before him, sleek and curvaceous, dressed in army pants and a thick brown leather jacket against the evening chill.

beautiful grey eyes glared at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" She snarled betwen flashing fangs.

"What the fucks wrong with me!? What the fuck is wrong with you!? Laying on the ground like that! You could have been injured or something! If you have a problem contact your team , if you were in trouble, then how the hell are we suppose to know if you don't contact us!? We were worried!" Areln bellowed right back, pointing at her with a finger.

"I have a fucking migraine right now!" She hissed.

"Firstly;Don't svear to me.Ever. Secondly; sweetie, as I alredy said if you have a problem.Contact.Your.Fucking.Team! Futhermore, Don't you watch TV!? Don't sleep outside on cold evenings!"

Arlen then crossed his arms over his chest. His face had softened a bit , but his eyes were still glazed over with anger.

"And as I alredy told you, I.Have.A.Migrain!" She hissed betwen her teeth.

"You know that there are medicine that helps with migranes right?" He chocked an eyebrown at her.

"That medicine is completely worthless against this! Look at my fucking eyes!" She pointed sharply agains her eyes to emphasize.

Arlen leaned forward to get a better look at her eyes. His eyes in return grew until they looked like saucers. He almost fliched visibly.

Her grey eyes was a strong contrast to her crimson eyewhites, they were so blodshot that they almost apeard to be made out of blood.

"What the hell is wrong with you!? Are you on drugs!?" Arlens face scrunched up in disgust.

"No! I used my telepatic powers!" The female cheetah screamed to him, making a sharp gesture with her arms,paws balled into fists.

Okey She's crazy!

"I'm Not crazy!" She snarled at him with flashing fangs.

"Okey! Okey! Take it easy, I was just-"

"Trying to help? She cocked an eyebrown at him."You're doing a wonderful job!" she drawled sarcastically and rolled her eyes at him.

"Listen-

"No You'll listen! It feels like my brain is burning inside my skull! So please Arlen James Blacktiger, just shut up and do as I say!"

His face became angry in an instant again. He whirled around.

In reality, that was not why he had turned from her. He was shaken from the fact the she knew his whole name. With out asking him. Arlen slowly turned to face her.

"I felt a wave of painful memiores coming from that building over there..." She pointed over the crumbled base.

She suddenly smiled

Oh and by the way,I'm Cassandra

Her sensual mouth was closed.

He heard her voice inside his head.

Roused to uneasyness once more he turned and began to walk to the building she indicated.And he swore that he heard her light laughter flutter inside his head as he walked.

---

Arlen cautiously entered the ruined building. Dust fluttred around in the metalic blue light of dusk.

He sneezed suddenly.

He groaned.

Well there goes the element of surprise!

His ears stood at attention on his head as they caught a sound.

In a flash, Arlen had pulled his pistol from its holster, and was pointing it at the sourse of the sound.

There in the sharp light of dusk,seaping in through a few cracks in the wall, sat a huddled figure.

Areln carefuly took a step forward.

The figures head snapped upwards, so fast that it looked like it might smack agains the wall.

A pale face meet his. It was a human.

As Arlen got a more full vew of the face, he winced. The child was so pale, the skin was almost transculent! He guessed that it was a boy.

The boy had a full mouth, long lashes and sleek long eyebrowns and pale blond hair.

Arlen suddely squinted his eyes in confuson. The boys eyes...were they white? Was he blind?

No...He saw,almost felt how the boy was staring, almost glaring at him, he got another chance to study his eyes.

They were a striking white color, like the sharp, pale light of the moon.

"If you're pointing that at me, you better use it!" The boy hissed so suddenly that Arlen twitched involuntarily.

Arlen then realized that he was still pointing the gun at the kid.

He felt how adrenaline was awoken by the challenging tone and words.

Slowly,he pulled back the safty on his gun with a click that almost seamd loud in the dim darkness.

He took aim and...

Here he stoped, incapable of continuing.

The boy slowly shook his head , a harsh, almost angry expression on his face. His mouth was set in a thin, white line.

Arlens forefinger rested on the trigger. But it was frozen, petrified.

The boy shook his head again, chin-lenght hair sweeping around his head like Medusa's crown of snakes.

The boy suddenly smiled a devilish smile, as steel-cold like fire blazing in his eyes.

"You should have killed me when you had the chance!"

Suddenly, and without any warning an unknown force griped him, and slamed him forcefully into the wall.

He felt a sharp, stabbing pain on his right side. And years of military traning and instincts told him a rib had been snaped.

He looked at the boy in a hazy daze of pain. He stood up, hands turned into claw like shapes, surounded by a white shimering cloud or mist.

The mist trailed away from his body, slithering through the air in billowing snake like movements.

Arlen suddenly felt how a pressure around his neck tighted,like a invisibel rope being tide around it.

Instinctively, he reached up to his throat to yank away whatever was cuting of air to his lungs. He grabed and grabed. He found nothing.

He was begining to see stars, he would pass out soon if he did not do something...

In pure adrenaline and survival insticts he started to gurgel.

"W-we got your...message" His voice was a weak hiss of air from his dry lips.

The boys fierce exspression softend a bit.

His eyes slowly grew wide. "What did you say?" He whisperd.

The pressure waned slightly, enough for Arlen to take a deep breath of much needed air.

Suddenly the pressure that held him plasterd to the wall disappeared.

Arlen fell heavely on paws and knees, coughing and spitting.

He groand and massaged his soar troath. He looked up at the boy's face.

The boy was bitting his lip and slowly shaking his head.

The change was subtle at first. The boy's balled hands started to shake. Then his lips started to tremble as they tried to form words.

And then the boy crumbled onto his knees and started to cry.

His lanky and thin body shook with eatch rough sob that escaped his mouth.

Arlen looked at him were he stood in pure bewilderment.

The boy was so bare so naked, the pain was too real.

He slowly removed his hands were they had been pasted to his face to hide the tears.

He looked at Arlen, tears still runing down his face. They painted a saltwater trail down his dirty,pale cheeks.

Shit! For him to cry like this...What did the bastards do to him?

He suddenly felt a pressure yet again on his chest and waist. However this one was...more real...firmer. He glanced down and tensed.

The boy was hugging him. Face burrowed into Arlen's muscular chest and still crying.

The unexplainable urge to hug him back , to ease the pain, just a little bit, almost overwhelmed the usual gruff tiger.

His arms felt like lead, however, and would no move.

The crying stoped suddenly. The boy slowly looked up at him with strange glittering and glassy eyes.

He slowly opend his mouth and suddenly vomiteda yellow colored liquid all over Arlen's uniform.

"Eww, Thanks, I really needed that!" Arlen said sarcastically.

The boy started to slowly swoon and toppled backwards.

"Shit!" Areln hissed and caught the boy before he fell to the floor.

The yellow liquid oozed out of the right corner of his mouth.

He clicked his mic and nerly roard out "I found a suvivor! He needs immediate medical attention!"

The reply was there nerly before he had finished. "We hear ya Blacktiger, be there in a few seconds."

He clicked of the earpiece before with a grunt carried the boy in bridal style out of the building.

His tailtip twitched as the boy turned in his arms and vomited again.

Beads of sweat was runing down the boys face, gleaming and shining like crystal pearls.

His mouth shiverd.

Arlens ears twicthed when the sound of car weels drew close.

And no sooner had he looked at the direction were the sound was coming from, before John and company came speeding onto the place in an army jeep.

He waved them over.

John hurried to them and carefuly cheked the pulse on the boy.

"He may not make it...But hell, we're sure gona try our best, get him in the car!"

Arlen nodded before he carefuly slipped the boy from his grasp and put him in one of the jeeps back seats. He swiftly but carefuly fastend his seatbelt before he climbed inside and sat next to the boy.

---

They were flying back to the base in the helicopter that took them there.

Arlen was carefuly holding his side, the broken rib pounding and pulsing with pain.

"You okey,Blacktiger?" John asked with concerned eyes.

Arlen wiped away some cold sweat on his forhead before he replied "Yeah I'm okey, worry more about him" He cocked his head at the boy , who rested betwen Jorek and Danny.

A silence stretched before them then, The tudding of the Helicopters wings the only sound, all that time Jonh never took his eyes off of Arl

He noded suddenly, pleased that Arlen had spoken the truth.

"I'll ask Azuka to take a look at that rib of yours when we get back. Hold on a little longer" He turned away from Alren after that.

"Shit! He is really fucking hot!" Jorek exlaimed, lightly toutching the boy's forhead.

Arlen's battle-tired body tensed. "Keep your fucking paws of off him if you can't control yourself Mackgart!" He snarled at Jorek.

Jorek looked confused before it dawned on him what Arlen meant.

His face scrunched up in disgust. " Eww man! Not like that, I meant feverish!"

Arlen's sharp gaze pinpointed onto him " You better be!" He growled. Jorek growled back,puling his cheeks up and into a snarl, challengingly showing his fangs.

"Pull yourselves together,soilders! As I told you back on the base, fight or fuck it out later, but for now drop it!" John barked them both.

With a final glare from both of them, Arlen and Jorek turned away from each other.

Arlen turned his gaze out onto the clouds and the landscape below. He slowly felt how exhaustion and battle fatigue that the adrenalie had keept back started to seep into his bones, and soon enough he was lulled to sleep by the rytmic waving of the helicopters wings.