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The night was a newborn; the moon crawled across the sky as the droning hum of cicadas resonated in the storm-charged air. Somewhere lightning flashed, but nearly a minute passed before the resounding boom of its angry voice washed over Zato's perked ears. The feline paid it no mind. His steel grey eyes took in the muted colours of the scene which lay spread before him, all of it awash in the artificial glow of a half dozen floodlights. Well manicured grass stretched through that light, its emerald sheen seeming washed out by the glare the floodlights. For now, it was the building which held his attention.. The skyscraper--all forty storeys of it-- rose from the ground like a steel finger, stalwart and accusing as it pointed at the moon far overhead.

"Where are you, girl?" Zato muttered under his breath, eyes sliding upwards.

Movement occasionally fluttered in one of the still-lit windows; office workers or guards--the tiger couldn't tell which it was from this distance--still occupied the building, and he knew that meant trouble. It was a flash of movement near one of the upper floors that finally stole his attention, however. Unlike the passing bodies through those windows, this movement was outside of the building.

"Gotcha." A smirk crept across Zato's lips, his large body rising from its crouch. Gravel--which lined the roof he was standing on--crunched beneath his weight as he considered his options. Fifteen storeys up himself, the street far below the cat was a rush of people and cars, all of them passing indifferently to the drama about to unfold above them in a world far removed from their own. The shadow which had laid claim to Zato's gaze scuttled up the side of the building, its careful avoidance of the light drifting from occupied office windows marking it as no trick of the eye; Zato didn't need to see where it was going, he already knew who it was and why they were here.

The tiger wore a simple black gi, the loose-fitting jerkin hanging to his thighs and held closed with a thin black strap looped around his waist. Pulling a small pistol-like device from its resting place beneath that strap, the tiger refused to take his eyes from that shadow. That gaze did not falter even as he aimed the device and fired, a puff of air sending a metal spike--a braided cord trailing it-- upwards towards the building on the far side of the street. The spike punctured a darkened window, just as he'd expected it would, and immediately ejected several metal prongs which gripped the window and held fast; at this height the glass would be tempered and reinforced, more than enough to hold his weight for the several seconds it would take him to swing across. Still, even the bravery of the tiger faltered as he swung his large body across the chasm, his gut sinking as he imagined the creaking of the glass far overhead; it did not break.

Tying the grapple-launcher to his belt--a precaution should he lose his grip--the tiger began to climb. Wind whipped at his fur, chill and unforgiving. The tiger's fur kept him warm enough, though his Gi rippled and swayed in the bitter night air; beneath it, the occasional flash of the tiger's Fundoshi left little to the imagination. Taut muscles straining, the male bit his tongue against the cold and kept his focus on the shadow he was pursuing. The climb stretched on, and had he not been outside to start, the tiger would have been certain that more time had passed. As he reached an open window on the thirty-fifth floor the moon had moved only a few inches in the sky. The tiger's muscles screamed out a final litany of fatigue as he hauled himself onto the ledge which wound its way around the exterior of the bank of windows, and collapsed through the open window.

"Should have... brought... my climbing gear..." Zato panted out to no-one in particular. Never one for practicality beyond combat, the tiger's gear was comprised largely of weapons; a pair of metal rods--neither longer than three inches--were strapped to the small of his back, a dagger resting beside them. Catching his breath, the male's ears swiveled, trying to pick up any movement in the immediate area. "Where'd you go, Ichi?" The question hung in the air, as though it intended to stick around until someone answered. The only sound, however, was the tiger's own increasingly calm breaths. Wincing as he rose to his feet, thigh muscles protesting the simple movement, Zato readied himself for the fun he hoped would follow.

The tiger's surroundings were as non-descript as the building had appeared from the outside. A blue carpet ran the length of the plaster hallway Zato stood at the end of, several potted plants pressed against the beige coloured walls at regular intervals. Sconces beamed a dim version of the light which had flooded the grass so far below; semi-circular islands in a sea of dim shadows, the sconces gave Zato all he needed to slip quietly away from the yawning window he had entered through. Cheaply lacquered doors blocked his view into the offices he was passing by, but he had no interest them anyway. The elevators nearby would be where she'd have gone, Zato thought; entering the highest tier of floors would have been difficult from outside, but the elevator shaft would likely suit his quarry's purposes perfectly.

Rounding a corner, expecting to see nothing save the silver-doored bank of elevators, the tiger was surprised to see a pair of boots sticking out from the dark recesses of a decorative alcove. Likely meant as a seating area for those awaiting the elevator, the small niche in the wall had become a clumsy hiding place for the body of Ichi's first victim.

"Stupid girl." Zato's guttural growl broke the silence he had travelled through, the feline's large head shaking in a display of annoyance. He knew his prey was a novice, he had shown her that truth the last time they had met, but this was too much! As he approached the alcove he saw that while she had been clumsy in hiding the body, she had excelled in dispatching the owner of those feet.

A slim collie lay propped against the wall, his head drooping against his chest and a long, dangerous looking steel bolt jutting from his chest. The boy's legs were spread, one bent at the knee but both stiff in death. A cap rested on the dead canine's head, obscuring most of his face but not the slack jaw and the dangling tongue hanging from it. The single word 'SECURITY'' emblazoned across the cap's front was the only colour in the slain male's uniform. The rest of it was black; a shoulder harness sporting several small black pouches hugged a black tanktop, which in turn hugged his lithe chest; a swath of white bellyfur interrupted the motif before giving way to a pair of black briefs, lewdly tented in the front with the murdered guard's swollen cock. A thigh holster wrapped around the boy's right thigh still held his pistol; whatever had killed him had done its work quickly, even the radio strapped to his harness was still in its holder.

Considering his options, the tiger finally decided to clean up his prey's mess. Crouching down, ready to lift the dead male onto his shoulders in a fireman carry, the tiger let out a small hiss of effort; as small as the canine had appeared, the tiger's muscles were still sore from his climb.

"Hey! What're you doing over there!?" The sudden shout nearly caused Zato to drop the corpse. At the corner he'd just come around stood another guard. This one was larger; his muscles were easy to spot beneath the sheath of black feathers that covered his body. The newcomer was an avian of some type, but the tiger had never seen anything like him. Unlike the guard on Zato's shoulders, the bird wore no boots and it likely had something to do with the trio of dangerous looking talons which tipped each three-toed foot.

"Night custodian. I'm just doin' a little cleaning." Surprised as he'd been by the voice, Zato had not survived as a freelance assassin for so long without learning to roll with the punches. The joke slid from him easily, and the corpse on his shoulders was shrugged off, falling behind him with a thump.

"That ain't even funny, you prick" sneered the bird--A cassowary--as he reached for the radio on his shoulder. Zato's eyes snapped to the other male's wrist as a frown creased his lips. The dagger was loosed from his belt immediately, and in a well-practiced flick of his wrist it flew towards, then through, the bird's radio. Sparks fizzled from the ruined device and a sputter of curses tumbled from the cassowary's beak. The few seconds of distraction was all the time Zato needed to pound his way down the hallway, striking the bird in the chest with his shoulder even as an arm closed around the guard's waist. Both bodies crashed to the floor in a heap, tussling for position even as they struck the carpet.

Rolling through a pool of light, Zato spotted the name "Jacob" glinting on a security badge hanging from one of the pouches on the guard's harness. Blue feathers glimmering in that same light, the cassowary's fists sought to plant themselves in Zato's body wherever they may. Grunts of effort and little squawks of pain escaped both fighters as each sought some leverage over the other. Finally, it was Jacob that broke the hold. Getting a hand on each of Zato's hips, he shoved the tiger from him roughly, grimacing as the predator's claws left gouges in his arms as they were dislodged. Zato hit the wall with a dull thud, a crack appearing in the drywall where he'd struck it.

The two males scrambled to their feet, chests heaving as they sized one another up.

"No friends to help you?" Zato's casual sounding taunt was a shining example of self-control, his mind not nearly as calm as his voice.

"Don't need--" Jacob began, but Zato's fist interrupted him. It rocketed from beside the tiger's hip in an uppercut that nearly broke the cassowary's jaw. Head snapping back, Jacob stumbled several feet away. Either from the adrenaline, or the close contact with the muscled tiger's body, the avian's cock was half-erect in his briefs and it jostled with the unsteady movements. The tiger's eyes couldn't help but follow the movement, the bird's hips pushed forward slightly as he sought to regain his balance. Licking his lips, Zato advanced, fists pistoning out to punish the bird's sides and belly in a rain of well-trained blows.

Jacob fell back under the onslaught, blood trickling from his beak after a particularly harsh blow that cut open Zato's fist as well. The bird wasn't beaten yet, and using the training he'd been provided upon his hiring, the bird tucked in and pushed himself forward even as a fist swung over his head. His fist slammed into Zato's abs, the avian surprised by the pain shooting up his arm from the strike but relieved by the grunt of surprise from his opponent. Head practically colliding with the ninja's ribs, Jacob breathed in the scent of his own arousal--his cock now at full mast in his briefs--mingled with that of the tiger's. Like Jacob, the tiger had begun to harden within his fundoshi, the thin cotton of the traditional undergarment doing little to mask the scent of the pre-cum beading at his tip.

Zato's mind whirled amidst a storm of anger and pain. His body ached from several bruises already forming beneath his fur. The tiger could have lost himself in the delicious fury building in his mind, but his own training was far more thorough than the cassowary's had been, and he allowed it to guide him. The small metal rods were pulled from their sheath in his belt, extending into six inch batons as the male snapped them to either side of his heaving frame.

"Playtime's over" Zato growled; the longer he lingered here, the farther away Ichi became.

Jacob remained silent, but seeing those batons he knew his chances had just grown dimmer. Rather than go for the gun on his thigh--the tiger would tear him apart before he was able to lift it and fire--the bird instead shot his leg out in a powerful frontal kick. Talons seeming to shine in the light of the hallway, Jacob's unexpected move prevailed against the tiger's reflexes. Blood streaked across the wall as the razor-sharp claws made short work of Zato's gi, and the tightly packed muscles beneath it; blood oozed and the tiger stifled a roar which would have, doubtlessly, brought more guards down on him. Gi shredded, the tiger shrugged it off and stood before his intended victim in just his fundoshi.

Blood-tinted talons rose once more, but Zato was ready for them this time. Jacob howled for only a split second as one of the batons came down on his knee, shattering his kneecap and sending him to the floor. The flood of blows which followed washed what little fight Jacob had left in him away; prone on the floor, the bird scowled and waited for what he knew would come next.

One of the rods slid beneath his throat and forced his head upwards, back arching as a grimace spread over his features. Blood still oozed from his beak, but the bird's body was beyond pain now. All that was left, was the finishing blow. There was no strike, however, just a lingering, crushing pressure against his throat; immediately the bird realized that the tiger was going to choke him out. Fear spread through Jacob's mind just as his lungs began their first aching cry for air. Tongue poking from his beak, the male's body writhed beneath the increasing weight of Zato's body as it pressed down on him, crushing his spine even as the rod crushed his throat.

"Graaaaak!" Spittle flew from Jacob's mouth as he tried to cry out, vision already growing hazy as the monotonous thump of his own pulse in his ears grew louder. Beneath the blue feathers which covered his head, the avian's cheeks were growing dark. His body bucked slightly, but all the movement served to do was to crush his engorged prick and heavy balls against the floor; Zato would not be denied his kill!

"Fuckin' guards, all you guys do is waste my time..." hissed the feline, his body giving a hard shove against Jacob's back. Jacob's eyes rolled back, as though he were trying to see Zato through the back of his own skull, but he was beyond seeing anything. Cheeks purple and tongue still wiggling gently as it hung from his beak, the male's vision was a cloudy mist of red pain and electric lust. It raced through him and somewhere in that mist he was aware of his cock exploding in a gush of hot cum. It pumped from his cock in steady pulses of warm humiliation, filling his briefs and oozing down his length impotently; that his seed would leave a stain on the carpet was the last coherent thought to flicker through Jacob's mind before he died.

Zato watched all of this as best he could, the avian's final climax unseen but not unnoticed. Rolling his eyes and chortling deeply, Zato rose from his victim after another minute. "Pussy" rumbled the tiger, stroking his own rock hard shaft even as Jacob's softened. Rolling his prey over, the tiger watched that shrinking tent with an almost detached appreciation for it; the bird had made a proper mess! His briefs were soaked, and even patches of his lower belly were glistening with spent cream. Kneeling, the tiger rubbed a finger through the cooling mess before streaking it across Jacob's beak. "One for the road" all he said. The dumbfounded look frozen on Jacob's face--eyes wide, beak ajar, and tongue limp against a purple cheek--was the only response he got.

Head lifting, the tiger's combat rage faded; he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Though the bird was clearly dead, the tiger decided that he would not lose himself to the same arrogance and carelessness that had likely led to Ichi's mistake with the collie. The bird's neck was snapped with a casual grace, his expression unchanging but his head taking an unnatural lilt to it as it fell back to the carpet. His body--along with the collie's--was dragged back to the window and deposited on the ledge. They would be safe there, and someone would have to lean out of a window to see them--unlikely at this hour, and on this floor.

His task done, and the two slain guards safely hidden from the prying eyes of their peers, the tiger turned his attention back to his own mission; Ichi had to be around here somewhere...