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Chapter 1: Love Long Lost/A Rude Interlude

A husky stared absently at the ravaging waters below the dam. She had a coat of white with a black and brown streak that stretched from the tip of her nose to her tail, she wore a vest with the words LCPD printed on the back and loose cargo pants that betrayed her athletic appearance.

It had been three years since the incident. She was now the chief of the police department, but that stature felt meaningless to her. This was the third year anniversary of the fated event. A tear fell from her eye as she. She raised her hand, examining the ring that he gave her. It was a fourteen-carat gold ring, emblazoned with precious stones and diamond in its center. Within the ring the words 'Carpe Diem' were engraved. Her tears came unceasingly as she replayed memories in the back of her mind. The car chase in forty-fifth street, which nearly left her handicapped and had Des taking care of her every night, or the time Des witnessed a murder and was kidnapped, the husky rushed to rescue him.

She felt lonely, pressured by her job and by those oaths she made. Living past the three years was difficult, she had entertained the thoughts of killing herself and would have if not for friends who cared for her. That's where the sky and sea meet, she told herself, I wish Des could see this. She looked far into the endless horizon.

As if speaking to her self "It's such a sight is it, Des?" she said with emanating sorrow, watching the sun set. "I'm chief now. I got promoted a few years ago. So far the city is safe. Crime rates have dropped, citizens don't fear much going out anymore as they did several years back. Thanks by the way, you gave your life to save me, the police, and the city. They've just recently built a monument, a bust actually, of you in the middle of the new Hallford Park." She sighed. "I'm so busy with work. I don't think I have the luxury of meeting other men like you. Please wait for me Des. I'll join you soon" She leveled the muzzle of the gun to her head, pulling the trigger she felt resistance, as if the whole gun was rusted and had not been oiled.

Click! She expected a sharp pain and blinding white light, but nothing. "Fucking safety lock!" and threw her Glock, in frustration with such force that it shattered on the road without discharging. She was picking the remains of her gun when her cellphone rang.

"Hey, Anise here. I'm just calling to make sure you don't do anything stupid," said the lapine on the phone. "Look, there are pretty much other ways you can vent out your sorrow."

"Shut up. You don't tell me how to run my life."

"You see here now, lady, even if you are chief of police, that rank means nothing to me. Don't make me drag your soul out of hell, just because you killed yourself. I also do not want making Satan my bitch just because he won't let me have your soul," the lapin answered back.

That comment made Natalya laugh. She would have never survived those three gruelling years if not for her true friend. It was an unusual kind of friendship considering that Anise was the princess of the Ravenshau Mafia, and that Natalya had placed her father behind bars for more than several occasions. She recalled that they used to go to the same private school together. Natalya, still remembered how she dressed: plaid long red skirt that nearly reached her ankles, large round black-rimmed spectacles, and the typical pink blouse nearly everyone wore, save for some who felt like rebelling-like Anise. In all those years she drew memories of the fights with Anise. It was the bunny who with her socialite friends bullied her by calling her names like nerd or freak. She smiled, remembering how she reacted. She calmly strode towards them raised her dukes and unleashed a flurry of paws at them. The rabbit's friends would scatter leaving her to the very enraged female husky geek. Anise, however was ready for her, making such a huge scene which attracted nearly three quarters of the whole school in the the play ground-teachers even bet on both of them. In the end they were sent to the Principal's office to resolve the problem, and there begun the seeds of their unbreakable friendship.

"Then again, I'd be declared mistress of hell before I even get to you." The lapine said on the other side of the phone, bringing the husky back to reality.

The husky gave a sigh, the sleepless nights had exhausted her. "I'm tired, maybe I'll just sleep on it. Do you plan on anything?"

"How about, we go to Hermes, get drunk and crash the place. And if I'm lucky maybe I'd get banged by someone. Someone who doesn't know me well," the rabbit's voice beamed with hope.

"That's the problem Anise. Everyone is too afraid to go near you or even touch you, since your daddy's little girl."

"Oh thanks a lot bitch! You just ruined my evening." the Lapin said glumly. "Let's just meet at Hermes. You are so paying for the drinks if I so happen to land a nice guy."

"When pigs fl..." she was cut short as the line hung up.

Hermes was in the corner of Dillan Avenue and McCartney Drive. It had flashing neon lights and a line of attractive furres in front of the threshold; only a blind furre would miss it. The building itself was old, already lasting the third world war, it was a small warehouse, repainted and remodeled by the son of a wealthy business magnate who wanted to add to the night life in the very heart of Lancaster City. Now it was the most visited night spots of the whole city.

Natalya waded through the mass of furres tangled with each other in the dance floor. The music was slow, so was the beat. Barry Mannilow was being played. She saw all of them and grew envious. If only Des...Oww! Slapped at her rump, she looked back to see a well-endowed lapine dressed in a strapless backless emerald garment with a smug look in her face. Her fur was the purest white which reminded Natalya of the first elegant drops of snow in the first day of winter. Her eyes looked slightly weird as her left was yellow and the right red. The rabbit placed both her hands on her hips, which shamelessly exposed her lovely curves, and sighed.

"I was really hoping you would arrive much later. I nearly met someone interesting." Anise said "Ohh by the way your butt is still in the right shape."

"What happened?" she asked taking a seat. The bartender seeing her immediately started mixing beverages.

"My back happened. His friend saw it, warned him, and he like an animal without balls makes up a lame excuse and takes off. Damn!" she cursed out loud. "What a terrible liar. I can tell whether someone's married or not. It's not my fault that my back's tattooed!"

Natalya tried to hide her smile. That was no tattoo; it was more of a mark. A mark indicating her affiliation with the Ravenshau. Anise's father did that to her. It wasn't a sign of ownership. It was a warning, that whoever messes with her messes with the Ravenshau. The Ravenshau's used to be feared by everyone in Lancaster, their notoriety raised to heights in the days when both Anise and Natalya were still in kindergarten and continued till Natalaya and Des placed the head, Ivan behind bars for twenty years on accounts of extortion, bribery, gambling, smuggling, drug pushing, and murder. Despite the vast decrease of criminal activities, the Ravenshau were still respected and feared by the public.

"I'll have my usual Sam,"said Anise

"Bloody Mary please with...you know..."

"No you are not!" Natalya screamed.

"Ok, so I'll just stay sober," Anise staring dreamily at the crowd.

City Hall...

A plump figure of a bear cowered behind his office chair. The heavy black ebony doors creaked and thudded with each resounding pound that filled the hallway. The mayor brows were blanketed perspiration. His hand fiddled the handle of his revolver, eliciting tiny clacking noises that could be barely heard. The bear stretched his arm out; the alarm button under his desk lay mere millimeters away from his fingers. The bashes on the door intensified. The hinges bending and giving way under the series of pressure with each successive pound. Then the door ruptured in wooden splinters and a jaguar in a sleek black overcoat stepped it.

"You sold out the city. What kind of mayor are you. Our job just got harder. It could have been a walk in the park, if you could have just shut your trap!" the intruder said, fingering his pistols.

The mayor out of popped out of his cover and raised his gun. A loud shot was heard for a second, followed by silence. "Oh fuck! Ahhh...!" the bear held his hand. He could see the torn muscles and the warped skin on where his paw was hit.

"You know, mayor, that the most important part of the politician is his mouth not his hands, because he only promises but does not commit. Am I right?" the Jaguar said pointing the gun and firing again.

"MY ARM! AHHHH....SHITT!" the politician cursed. The second shot he received pushed him to the floor not because of the force but the pain. The bear lay wriggling on the floor trying to nurse his blown finger and injured arm, somewhat hoping it would mend back. "Please...ahh...I was scared. I didn't know what to do... Matteus, knew you were working for me and he threatened to report me.....when I didn't tell him what was going on... Ahhh shit! It hurts," he whimpered shedding tears at the same time.

"You sent the army after me, you suck-up! Look where it got you this time, a thousand times deeper than the shit hole you were previously in, and come to think of it I am pretty sure your aware of what happens to those that betray us." The jaguar approached him and cracked his fists. "So what now Mr. Richardson, sir your family or your life, hmm... maybe even both."

He cried louder. "Leave them out of this," the bear saw the gun aimed point blank at this head. Then he looked peaceful with the color suddenly returning to his face. "I know you would..." the mayor smiled.

"You fucker!"

BANG!

"Freeze! Drop your weapons and but your hands in the air." A SWAT team emerged from the broken threshold. The brandished the MP-40's and bullet proof riot shields. Most of them wore their ballistic helmets that complemented their vests. A somewhat intimidating sight too behold. However this was not the case for the feline intruder. He just smirked and conjured a quarter from the empty air.

"Tell you all what. I'm going to flip this coin and the moment this lands on the concrete, we start shooting each other." The feline said tossing the round metal piece in to the air.

"Sir put your weapons down and surrender!" The captain, a raccoon, said bracing himself for the ensuing gun fight. The SWAT's laser guides were all aimed at the intruder, forming several dots on the cat's ebony overcoat.

The jaguar, smiled and said, "May the fastest animal live." The coin gave a clang when it hit the ground.

---NEXT DAY---

BREAKING NEWS: MAYOR AND SEVEN SWAT ENFORCERS FOUND DEAD IN CITY HALL.