# Unexpected arivals

Author: assilsasta
Tags: Blackmail, Chichilla, Kangaroo Mouse, Liger, Meeting, Otter, appartment, taser


(June 13 06:00 Portland Oregon)
 
Susan awoke and looked at the clock, a full six hours of
sleep. The plump chinchilla stretched then rolled out of bed, landing on her
hands and feet. Instantly she assumed the 'front-leaning rest' position and
commenced her daily exercise routine. Though she had increased the duration and
intensity of each exercise, she was unable to lose the slightly overweight look
to her body. For the past three years, she had spent so much time and money on
every body sculpting gimmick that showed up on late night infomercials and in
fitness magazines. If only she could find a way to get that feminine feline
shape Lilly had, maybe he would notice her again.
 
Thinking of Lilliana brought her current task list to the
forefront of her mind. Running through the checklist; Paperwork from Lilliana
received, Cecily's case files transferred to Dr. Sooner. Justification from court house sent out by
Jeff... The other thing still needed completion...
 
She rolled over and began her abdominal routine. Today's
list; Pick up drop phone to initiate next meeting, call Lilly to check on
progress and ETA...
 
Her train of thought was derailed as a knock came from her
apartment door, "Who the fuck is up at this hour? And why at my door?" She got
to her feet, tossed a housecoat over her nude body, quickly moved to the font
of the apartment, and looked through the peephole. When she saw nothing her
anger was riled even more. Ready to hammer the management for their lack of
effort to curtail the 'dingdong ditch' epidemic, another knock came, louder than
the first. Swinging the door wide open fast, "Now look here you little shit..."
Her angry tirade was cut short by the sight of a small kangaroo mouse standing
in front of her, not tall enough to be seen through the peephole, clutching a
denim backpack, looking at her with the widest fear filled eyes she had ever
seen. Dumbstruck, Susan stood there with her mouth wide open.
 
"Damn, the little Squeakers got you speechless already. I
knew she was good." Lilliana said, walking up the stairs with a duffle bag over
one shoulder and another in her paw. The six foot liger dwarfed them both as
she rounded the corner. "So, you going to let us in or just cuss at us all
day?"
 
"What the fuck, Lilly? You said three weeks." Susan finally
said stepping aside to let them in.
 
"Well I thought it might be better if we were here for this
little fiasco, just in case you needed us." Lilliana said as she led the mouse
past the chinchilla. "Besides, the Grand Canyon will be there next year, this
opportunity may not." Dropping the duffels in the middle of the small living
room then dropping her own weight on the couch Lilliana said, "God, Sisy, why
did you let me do that? I am not a young cat anymore; I need more than thirty
minutes of sleep at a time."
 
Susan looked at the small mouse. She only stood three feet
tall, half the height of Lilly. "You must be Cecily. A pleasure to meet you
young lady. I think they sent me the wrong files. What I got was for a fifteen
year old."
 
Not letting her continue, Lilly broke in, "Nope, you got the
right stuff. This is her, the fifteen year old art prodigy I found wandering
the streets of D.C. so far from home. So, what do you need me to do, Susy?"
 
Looking her in the eyes with the most commanding look a
chinchilla can give, "I need you to stay out of my way. You're going to go up
to Hank's and stay with him. If I need you, I'll know where to find you."
 
"You know what; you're really pushy for a squirrel."
 
"Damn it, Lilly. I don't want you to fuck this up. I have
been working hard to get things in order. I need about two more days to have
most of it set. You will need to take a five day class; I can set that up for
next week. Until then you need to stay out of it... and go see Hank." Susan ended
her little tirade with a sad tone to her voice.
 
"He's doing that bad?" Lilly asked, with a downturned face.
 
"Maybe worse, I saw him on Tuesday, and I don't think he has
bathed in months." Looking at Lilly, "I told him you were coming, but I told
him he had three weeks. I don't know if he's ready yet"
 
Mustering a smile, "Well then, Short stack, we're going to
meet the otter that saved my life." Pulling out her droid 4, "Can you beam me
his six digit grid?"
 
"Shit, Lilly, when are you going to drop the military talk?
It's been six years." Susan said as she sent the address via text message. "I
hope you can get him out of his three year funk. He won't do a damn thing I
tell him."
 
Stretching out on the couch Lilliana said, "Before I go, I
need to catch a few 'Z's. I am sure Sisy would like to stretch out as well,
maybe see a bed for a few hours. You two mice should be fine without me."
Lilliana said with a yawn.
 
Susan looked down at the mouse still clutching the backpack,
"You managed to put up with her for five days? You're a better woman than me.
So... Cecily, are you hungry? All I got is some cold cereal and eggs." Looking at the fear still in the mouse's eyes
Susan said, "Ok then, I have to get ready for work. Make yourself at home,
kitchens over there, bathroom's down the hall, and the bed is at the end of it.
If you want to watch TV the changer is on the table there, I don't have cable
or anything. I only watch the news." As Susan finished her little speech, she
saw that the mouse had sat on the floor by the couch and dozed off next to
Lilliana. "Heh, now there is something I can get behind. If she is not doing
some good for that kid, no one will."
Susan then went on with her morning routines before heading out to the
office.
 
---
 
(07:25)
 
Susan sat in the Jeep punching buttons on the new prepaid
cell phone. When she heard the line pick up on the other side, "The timeline
has been moved up... Next week... They have arrived earlier than expected... Can you
handle that?... Don't disappoint me... I
will see you Sunday for the package... Good... Yes, I am ready with my end... It has
been a pleasure doing business with you."
Once again removing the battery and SIM, Susan tossed the phone under
the Jeeps tier and headed out to the office.
 
Slipping the Bluetooth ear bud in and hitting the button, "Dial Dr. Sooner
on cell... I know you don't use this line for business... Is this really
business?... Half of what you have been doing in that office of yours isn't
business... No, I am not threatening you, just stating facts I have on record. If
you want, I can call you back from the office... I didn't think so... How is the paperwork coming along?... Can it
be ready by next Friday?... I know, but things have changed and we must all
adapt... I don't think you understand your position, Dr. Sooner... Ok, let me spell
it out for you. The complaints lodged against you have been substantiated. The
case files, all ten, are sitting on my desk... Do I need to remind you how old
they were?... You have three choices, two of which will end your nice cushy
job... the other is to bend a few little rules and maybe... FIND ...the needed
paperwork with the correct names on it... OK, you have seven days... At that time I
will close the cases and send them up the chain, what is included in those
files depends on you... I knew we could come to an arrangement... We will be in
your office after the seminars on Friday... That's not my problem, is it?... You
might want to change your habits if you don't want to find yourself in situations like this again... Have a nice day."
 
Taking the earpiece out, Susan shivered at the thought of
the deal she just made. If Lilly knew what she was doing, she would put an end
to it all. Susan just needed to keep her out of the way long enough to finish
the bad parts of this task. A sudden tickle in the back of her throat caused
her to pull off the road. She jumped out of the Jeep landing on her hands and
knees, gagging. As the reports of Dr. Sooner ran through her head she sat on
the side of the road, dry heaving the breakfast she never ate.
 
---
 
(07:30)
 
Cecily opened her eyes and looked around the unfamiliar
room. The only sound was the heavy breathing of Lilliana, sleeping on the couch
above her. The room they were in was decorated in a classic style with an
overstuffed couch and two arm chairs; one looked to be a recliner. The TV was a
modest 40" screen mounted on the wall, flanking it were two shelves filled with
books. She sat her back pack against the couch and stood to walk over to one of
the shelves. Looking over the books, Cecily found that they all seemed to be
some sort of College study books, nothing really for pleasure reading.
 
She then set out to explore the rest of the apartment. Walking down the hall she found the simple
bathroom, with a standup shower, sink and mirror, and a commode arranged for
best use of space, not much bigger than a walk-in-closet. At the end of the
hall was the only bedroom in the apartment, just big enough for the twin bed
and dresser that dominated one wall.
There was a small window on the far side looking at the window of
another apartment across the way. She
walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. It was so soft even her small
size sank into the memory foam mattress.
As she stretched out on the bed, she felt for the first time, how the
foam formed to her body. She closed her
eyes and just enjoyed the feel of the warm embrace of the inanimate object. Her
bliss was interrupted by the growl of her stomach. Rolling out of the small Mouse shaped
depression; she got up to find the kitchen.
 
Moving back down the hall and through the living room she
found her way to the Kitchen/Dinette area. The small breakfast area had a
simple square table with two chairs. The kitchen only had a small single door
fridge/freezer; one wall had a tall pantry cabinet next to a counter. Above the
counter there were four cabinets that she assumed held dishes, and below were
cabinets filled with cookware. Opening the pantry she found canned food
and a box of Cheerios. Her tummy growled again, as she turned to
look into the fridge. The sparse fridge only held a half empty carton of eggs,
milk, cheese, and butter. She pulled out the contents of the fridge and sat it
all on the counter. Not able to reach the overhead cabinets, she rummaged
through the pots and pans under the counter. Retrieving a saucepan and fryer
she set them on the counter. Then pulling one of the chairs over to the
counter, she climbed up and began looking for salt and pepper. Mixing three
eggs, milk, salt, and pepper into the saucepan, she whisked the contents
together with a fork she found in a nearby drawer. Sliding the chair over to
the three burner compact stove, she turned one on, and then sat the fryer on it
with a dab of butter. Waiting for the
butter to fully melt she rolled the pan with both hands to coat the bottom
thoroughly. Once warm and coated she poured the contents of the saucepan into
the fryer.
 
Waking to the smell and sound of eggs cooking, Lilliana sat
up "My God, Susan, I thought you had to work." Looking toward the kitchen she
saw the little mouse standing in a chair diligently working at the stove. "Well
now, Sisy, you never told me you were a chef as well. What'cha burnin up there,
it smells great?"
 
The soft voice spoke just above the sizzle of the fryer,
"Scrambled eggs. There's nothing else worth eating." Looking over her shoulder,
"You want some? There are three eggs left."
 
"What? No bacon? I'm going to have a word with that
girl." Lilliana said, standing to make
her way to the kitchen. "I guess after a quick bite we'll leave a note and head
out to Hank's. How does that sound?"
 
"Ok. " Cecily mumbled.
 
"You need any help in there?"
 
"I'm fine." Cecily said, seeming content with her
activities.
 
Lilliana sat in the chair remaining at the table and smiled
at the happy little mouse, slaving over the stove.
 
---
 
 (10:00)
 
Hank stood in front of the burn pile, tossing in papers and
boxes. There was still so much work to be done before Lilly got there. Most of
the trash was cleaned out of the cabin, and the three rooms were ready for
beds. He had no cash and was looking at cleaning up the wood pile by building
the furniture that the cabin lacked. He hoped that Susan would be willing to
take him into town to get mattresses, as he had let his license expire two
years ago. Why pay for something you never use?
 
Tossing the last bit of trash onto the fire, he heard the
familiar sound of a horn he had not heard in years. He shook his head to get
the sound out, My mind must be playing
tricks on me. She's not going to be here for two more weeks. The
sound of the horn infiltrated his senses
again. Turning to the drive, blinking, still not believing his senses, he saw
the bright candy apple red Camaro pulling up. It came to a stop next to the
rusted out Chevy truck near the cabin.
Hopping out of the passenger door was something that could not be real,
the smallest kangaroo mouse he had ever seen, clutching a denim backpack to its
chest. Looking over the top of the car
was the one sight he feared the most, Lilliana with her big toothy grin. She's not here. This is another dream, she's
not coming for two more weeks. Not with this place, I'm not ready.
 
"Hey there you stupid water squirrel. When did you become a
hermit?" Lilliana shouted over toward Hank. Walking around the car toward the
otter, "What the fuck does a guy like you do out in the woods? Go skinny dipping in the creek?" Looking over
at Cecily, "Now that sounds like a plan."
 
"L-Lilly?" he stammered.
 
"No you jackass, its Santa Claus. Are you really that out of
it? Get your ass over here, the fire can
burn on its own for a few seconds." Crossing her arms and tapping her paw on
the ground, "You need to show this greenhorn the ropes out here. I have
something I need to do over in Midway."
 
Still slightly drunk, not expecting to see anyone for at
least a week, Hank staggered over to the pair, "What day is it?" he asked not
sure if he had slept through any. Time in isolation takes its toll on the mind.
 
"Thursday." She said.
 
"N-no, what is the date? Is it the twentieth? The
twenty-fifth?"
 
"The thirteenth. Damn, you are out of it." Looking down at
Cecily, "OK, change of plans, you're going to take care of him instead. Don't
let him do anything stupid and dump all the booze you find, he's had enough.
I'll be back in a few hours." Kneeling down to her height, "You got all your
stuff?" Cecily shook her head, "Your CD player?... batteries?... sketchbook?... camera?... hammer for knockin
him in the head if he gets out of line?" the last one made Cecily chuckle. "OK then. PCF Heartken, I'll be back at the end of this
mission, follow Sisy's order or you will not like it when I get back."
 
"B-but... Lilly... I... " he gave up his attempts to talk as she
hopped back into the car and took off
down the dirt road in reverse. Dumbfounded, he looked down at the mouse
who was standing there in the same shocked silence. "Um... Cecily?" She shook her
head in confirmation. Dropping to the ground in a seated position, "My God, I
am such a fuck up. What do I do now; Susan is going to kill me... If Lilly
doesn't do it first." Looking back up at the mouse, "Hey there, Squeaky, why
don't you come over here and have a seat. We really can't do much until the
fire dies down. Don't want to burn down Oregon, do we?"
 
Cecily cautiously moved toward the disheveled otter. He was about
two feet taller than her when standing and it looked like all he was wearing
was a set of overalls and a straw hat. Clutched in his teeth was a piece of
grass. The picture reminded her of the Tom Sawyer stories she read. As she got
closer she could smell the alcohol on him. She sat on the ground about three
feet from him, still clutching her backpack like a new security blanket.
 
Leaning back on his hands, Hank looked over the little
mouse. "So... um... ah... Shit... What the fuck am I supposed to be doing here?"
 
In a soft voice Cecily said, "Growing a pair and manning
up." then she looked away shyly.
 
Slack jawed, Hank looked at her stunned for a moment, then
laughed, "My God, how long did she have you practice that one?" With a smile on
his face for the first time in months, "Ok, Cecily. I have a set... I think I
still have a set, so let's work on that manning up part." reaching out with one
hand, "Come a little closer. I won't bite."
 
"You stink... bad" she said barely above a whisper.
 
Lifting his arm and giving himself the man sniff test, he
cringed at his own scent, "Shit... well I really have no excuse for that, Susan
warned me you guys were coming. So... Um... want to go for a swim? I can douse the
fire. It's not going anywhere, hasn't for at least three months." He looked at
the mouse as she mumbled something too low to hear. "Repeat all after, over."
 
 
Cecily looked up at him, "I don't have a swim suit." 
 
"Well, neither do I." he said with a smile. Seeing the
sudden look of panic in her eyes as they darted from side to side, "Woah, Ok,
no skinny dipping." He looked down at the dirt, "How about a story?" He stood
and walked closer to her. With a squeal of terror she pulled something from her
pack and pointed it at him. Instantly pain shot through his body from his
crotch outward, and he collapsed to the ground. He could hear her paw steps
running away and the sudden slam of the cabin door. "Mother fucker, what just
happened?" Opening his eyes slowly he saw the taser cartridge on the ground in
front of him.

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