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Dimitri lays on the roof of a building looking through a set of binoculars beside him is his rifle his old reliable Dragunov. Carefully he scans the people below, he sees the ambassador begin to arrive at the hotel. Then he sees the first of his targets, a fox like himself, he is riding a bike quickly he sets his binoculars down and looks through his sniper rifle scope. Tracking the target, he fires, the sound of the shot is not much more then a puff of air with his suppressor, but through the scope he sees the back of the fox’s head explode. Then quickly he tracks the ambassador, then spots his second target in the building across from his own at a window, like the first target he fires and there is almost no sound and like the last one he hits dead on. He smiles then flips the scope cover down, carefully he picks up the cartridges to his rounds, then begins disassembling his rifle.

“both targets down, package is entering hotel, who is covering inside.” Dimitri says with a heavy Russian accent.

“Spot is on the inside” a female voice says in his earpiece

“Jaga, good choice, any other business” He asks wondering he might get some down time.

“nothing for you, we know where to find you” the voice says and with that he takes off the earpiece slips it into his jacket pocket.

The rifle now disassembled sits in its case, looking like nothing more threatening then a suitcase. Taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket he flicks one out and lights it with a match using the claw on his thumb to strike the match alight. Planting the smoke in his mouth he makes his way thought the building smiling and moving though the crowds without problems. His job done he makes his way home, a simple one-bedroom apartment in the lower income part of town, but what does he care, he’s barely home anyway.

Once inside he sets the case with his rifle down the only other piece of furniture, a desk, with a simple chair. Walking to the kitchen he opens the fridge and pulls out a gallon bottle of vodka, pouring himself a tumbler with some ice he sits in the chair by the desk and flicks on the tv, nothing much on it carefully he opens the desk and begins to sort through some files, each of them are marked with the same symbol in the corner, a red circle with a dagger diagonally inside it, the mark is not much larger then a quarter. There are only three folders, carefully he flips open the first, the picture shows a large polar bear, the file tells him that it is in tundra town…..reading more of it he smiles, this one only needs persuasion, also looking he sees that he is known to be a body guard to the mafia don, Mr. big.

Taking a deep drink of the vodka he rolls the idea in his head, the bear is known for operating outside the normal means, that doesn’t matter much, but he is doing business with the enemies of the syndicate. He’ll have to find out if it is big or the bear doing the business, if it’s the bear then he will be doing it behind the bosses back, but if it is the Don, then he will have to inform the don that he is not as powerful as he thinks he is. Closing the file he slides it back into his desk and thinks about what needs to be done, how to approach the situation. When suddenly there is a tapping at his door. Carefully he looks the door then pulls a pistol hanging on the back of the chair. Checking he makes sure that there is a round in the chamber then carefully he peeks through the peephole making sure none of his body is in front of the door. Looking through the peephole he sees that at the door is an otter. Smiling he opens the door and watches as the otter steps in and shakes his head at the glass of vodka on the desk.

“hell, of a hello” The otter says and with that turns and smiles at the fox, even if he does have a pistol in his hand.

Dimitri puts the pistol back in the holster hanging on the back of the chair, then gently takes the otters chin in his hand and kisses him tenderly then breaths deep taking in the otters scent.

“god I’ve missed you” He says and the allows his hand to move down the otter’s chest moving slowly toward his nether regions.

“Stop, we need to talk.” The otter says and gasps as Dimitri’s hand finds its way into his pants and grips his sheath.

“I have no need for talk right now” he says his eyes staring at the otter hungry

“but we are going to….I’m….I’m here to say goodbye” The otter says stepping away, then turning his head in shame

“What, but…. i care for you, and you care for me, where is problem” Dimitri says lowering his head confused.

“ I care for what I think is you…..but what do I really know about you. What do you do, where is your family, are you Russian, you accent tells me yes, but I don’t know? Hell, I don’t even know if Dimitri is even your real name.” The otter says crossing his arms in front of himself.

“when we started, I told you that things would stay hidden, you said you okay with this. Do I not show love enough?” He says trying to keep calm, to keep from breaking down.

“I thought I could handle it, but I can’t, I do care about you, your sweet, tender, affectionate, but I don’t know you, I don’t know anything about you. I’m sorry, we’re through” The otter says and with that leaves the apartment, he knows that this will hurt Dimitri, but it was something that he had to do face to face.

When the door shuts Dimitri sits right down and kills the glass of vodka in a single tilt. Then pour another, killing half of that one in another tilt. Taking a deep breath, he lets first the depression sink over him. This is not the first relationship that has gone sour on him cause of his job, and I most likely won’t be the last, then the rage fills him. Who are they to judge him? Sure he cannot tell them anything, but if they knew what he did and why, hell some of the things that he has done had prevented war in the streets of Zootopia, some even ended conflicts in other countries, he’s one of the good guys, true he wasn’t always but he is now. He then tips the drink back and kills the rest of it slamming the glass on his desk furious. Growling he makes up his mind to go back to the office, get another file, something dirty. Carefully he straps two shoulder holsters over his black turtle neck then slides his two favorite pistols into them, a set of custom colt 1911’s both fitted with silencers with those in place he slips his best knife along the small of his back, a simple Ka-Bar fitted with his weapons he pulls on his cotton dark blue trench coat. Walking into the bathroom he checks to make sure neither pistol can be seen when the coat is open then reached behind himself to make sure the knife is easy access. Finished he steps out to go back to the office.

Along the way to the office he decides to make a small stop. Walking through he city he finds himself standing on a bridge looking over what looks like some kind of squatters home, a folding chair, a box and a bucket. Sitting in the chair is another fox this one looking a few more years them himself, he seems to be asleep, his head tucked into his chest and slightly off to the side. Dimitri brushes a tear from his eyes as he looks at the fox. Nickolas Wilde, his older brother. Now living under some bridge. How many times has he come here and watched his brother from a distance, and how many times has he come so close to walking up and saying hello, letting him know that he is now in the country, hell he’s been in Zootopia now for almost 12 years, since he was 16. He saw their mother when he first got here, she was happy to see him, well to start at least. Then she asked what he did and when he told her that he couldn’t say, she told him to leave, and don’t come back. He understood, she had separated with his father because he was a part of the Russian mob, and when dad died, work related, he took up the spot. So, she thought he was still Russian mob. And nick probably did to. But to see his brother reduced to this, Nick was always the optimist, he wanted to be good, to do good, now he lives under a bridge. The urge to talk to his is almost overpowering but instead he pulls out a smoke, lights it then lets out a puff as he walks away. No, his family has closed the door on him and who is to say that it is not for the better.

Nick snaps awake from his little nap with the sudden sensation that someone is watching him. Looking around he sees nothing and no one out of place, just a bit of a blue coat near the top of the bridge, but then a scent catches his nose, cigarette smoke, Belomorkanal, that was his father brand he would know that scent anywhere, but they were old Soviet cigarettes. He doesn’t remember much about his father, not even what he looked like. His parents had split up when he was only 8. It was the same year he tried to become a junior ranger. Who would smoke that cigarette here? Quickly he dashes to the street but looking around there is no sign of any blue coat, and the smell of the smoke is mixed in with so many other scents that tracking it would be almost impossible. Smelling it though, he goes back to his chair and sits letting hazy memories flash to him, the sound of his mother singing to him, in Russian, his father, holding him on his knee smoking, the sound of something clicking and clacking, older now he knows it is the sound of a gun being taken apart and put back together. And, Dimitri, his little brother. Always yapping at him, bugging him to play. He wonders what ever happened to his brother. He asked his mom once what happened to his father and she only told him that it didn’t matter, he had made his choice and they all had to live with the consequences. Shaking his head of the memory he slips his shades back over his eyes and goes to slip back into his nap, as he begins to drift back to sleep all he hears is the gentle singing voice of his mother, singing some kind of folk song in Russian, and the click clack of a firearm being put back together.

Dimitri steps into a 12-story building in the heart of Zootopia, at first inspection it looks like any office building, people typing on computers, filing papers, drinking coffee, you would never know that this building is the heart of the syndicate. Walking in he nods to one of the security guards, a large tiger, new, he can’t remember his name. as he walks thought the metal detector it immediately goes off, but instead of going back through he pulls out his wallet and flashes his ID at the tiger, showing him that he is an operative, the tiger only nods, operatives are always armed, they would be fools not to be. HE then steps into an elevator and smiles to see that the other person in there is a smaller leopard, Jaga, the one he was sharing this mourning job with.

“How did job work out” He asks calmly

“once the outside threats where eliminated it went smooth, no problems with the meetings, they’ll be hammering out the details of that peace treaty through satellite radio now. Your kills were calked up to some radicals trying to take out the diplomate, one trying to kill him, the other trying to defend, killed each other, nice and clean” He says then shakes his head smelling the Vodka on his friend.

“good, Boss likes nice and clean” He says and blows out another puff of smoke.

In any other building he would be demanded to put out his cigarette, but in here, well a lot of them smoke, and drink, some take medication, if it doesn’t get to out of hand they let them have their vices.

“Dude you okay, you smell like you fell out of a Vodka bottle.” Jaga asks a little worried about his friend.

“Fine, just looking for work” Dimitri says and when the door opens, he steps out.

The floor is just like some of the others, but this close to the top there are fewer people. And only four major office, each is two offices, the main one, then a smaller office you must go through that belongs to that person’s secretary, everyone here has a secretary and they get their own office. As soon as he is out of the elevator, he makes a straight line for the deployment office, they would have all the files that need taken care of, and hopefully something dirty enough that he can let some of this rage out. But before he even gets halfway, he is stopped by a large hand on his shoulder, turning he sees that it is a large timber wolf, his eyes a bright blue and a smile on his scared face. Dimitri doesn’t say anything but only lowers his head and follows the wolf to his own office. First the two passes through the secretary office where a young lioness, Trish, types away at her desk. Then into his office.

The wolfs office is simple and clean, not a lot of stuff on the wall, not a lot of stuff on the desk either. Dimitri takes his seat in a large plush leather chair, a lot of operatives have found themselves here, Uther, the wolf, a Norwegian is the syndicates shrink. Keeps everyone level and makes sure that problems get taken care of before they get out of hand. He must admit that the Uther is good at his job and a lot of his friends have benefited from him, he just doesn’t know why he’s here.

“what’s up” Uther says leaning back in his own chair,

At first Dimitri only stares at him but is happy to see there is no tape running and the Doc doesn’t have a pencil or tablet.

“Just looking for work” Dimitri says but looks away.

“Oh, I thought you have a few files at home, did you go through them” He asks not sure, his job is to care for the men, not keep track of their work.

And he does care for them, most of the men here are the dregs, half of them care from the streets with nothing but jail to look forward to. But the syndicate looks for just those people, people willing to bend if not break the rules, but they also must have the need to make things better. This place is a home to them, and everyone one here is like family. They look out for one another and he has seen that they do care for each other, after all for almost everyone here, this is all they have.

“No, but I was hoping for something more……dirty” He says but still does not meet the wolfs eyes.

“I see, and the vodka. You know you walk into operations and deployment; they’re going to take one sniff and send you to me. So, tell me, what’s up……and lets cut the act you and I both know your not leaving this office tell I get something.” The wolf says but chuckles, he wants to let Dimitri know this is only a conversation, not an evaluation.

“Nothing….at least, nothing new” He says and looks down.

“Go on, trust me what ever it is, I’ve heard it before. And I don’t judge, no one here does.” The wolf says and watches as Dimitri puts his cigarette out on the ash tray.

“I was seeing someone, an otter, it ended. I knew it would but…. I am tired of it” Dimitri says and lets out a sigh, then lights another smoke.

“I wish I had the solution to that problem, but I don’t. I’m guessing it was the same reason as I always here, no truth, he didn’t know you. So, on and so forth” The wolf says and with that pulls out a pad and pencil, then begins to scribble some things.

“Da” He says with a nod

“Give this to my secretary, a new folder, recon nothing else. But It’s overseas in a nice area, get you out of town for a week or two. Let he reset so to speak.” He says sand hand him the paper.

“I am not cracking up, I am still as good as always” Dimitri says flipping the paper over, not even bothering to read it, trust is everything here.

“I didn’t think you were. Dimitri, you know how much the Director thinks of you, how much he relies on you. You were one of the few that helped build the syndicate all those years ago, what was it, four of you. I’m doing this to keep you in the field, keep you well. A little R&R on a working holiday that’s all. take the time and enjoy yourself” He says making sure that Dimitri knows that he is sincere.

Dimitri smiles a bit, but nods, he knows that he is perhaps only one of ten people who have seen the director, the man in charge of everything. And it was true he and the four others built this place. He was 14, and his first mission, the bloody sands of Moscow they call it now. He had to kill the mafia family he was working for. 35 men, all in under an hour. He was the directors first operative, and stil his best. Standing he shakes the wolfs hand and steps out of the office, and hands the lioness the paper, she quickly reads it then smiles.

“Let me print the forms” She says with a silken voice and types something into her computer, then gently putting a finger into her earpiece whispers something into it.

Once the forms are printed she slides them in front of him and hands him a pen, he will have to fill them out before they will give him not only the file, but the transportation and funds to get where he needs to and stay for the time he needs to. As he fills out the forms the lioness slowly slips behind him. Waiting she smiles as he turns to leave, but before he can say of do anything she locks in a sweet and tender kiss. Dimitri shocked only stays stunned, then his arms slowly wrap around her waist, but she keeps one hand free slowly slipping it down, then carefully never breaking the kiss she undoes his belt, then his pants,

Dimitri’s eyes flash open as he feels her reach down and begin to work his sheath, a moan escapes him as in no time his sheath fills with his cock. The lioness only chuckles and keeps working him, feeling the tip slide from the sheath, and then begin to drip pre-cum. Dimitri only whimpers and lets out a soft little yip as he feels her continue her work. His mind at first was only a blur of wondering why, but now, all that is gone, all that is left is the red lust of what she is doing and the need for her to continue. The lioness keeps up the work but is shocked at the amount of pre-cum he is leaking, in no time her whole hand is almost covered. But everything is stopped as the door opens, and Dimitri sees with horror the man standing in its frame.

A large lion, lean and powerful, Saladin, this vary lioness’s husband. With a chuckle she steps away from Dimitri her hand coated is the clear fluid of his cock. Both watch as she brings her hand to her mouth and begins to lick it clean, leaving only the two forefingers still coated in his pre-cum.

“Saladin, I….” Dimitri starts, but what can he say, that she started it, why would he believe him. They have been married for 3 years now.

But all that is quickly tossed out of his mind as he watches Trish, walk up to her husband and kiss him, then Saladin takes her hand, and gently slides the pre-cum coated fingers into his mouth and smiles.

“You were right, he is sweet” He says and looks over his wife’s shoulder at the fox.

“I told you, he eats a lot of fruit” She says and goes back to her desk as if nothing happened.

“What” Dimitri says wondering if he might be drunker then he thought.

“Come, I’ll explain” He says and with that the two leave the office.

In only a few minutes the two are sitting at a table in the cafeteria, the lion with a burger and fries,

Dimitri with a burger as well, but a bowl of mixed fruit. Knowing that the fox will be in a daze until he has answer Saladin figures it is best to get right to the point.

“Uther wrote something on that paper, the otter is out of the equation, is that true” Saladin asks wanting to make sure of that at least.

“Yes, but, Trish and you, back there, what the hell” He asks shaking his head.

“Dimitri, I have been hunting you for almost 4 years now. But my timing was always off. Trish was dating me when I brought it up to her. She likes the idea, but fist there was that tiger of yours, at least that ended on good terms and there is no animosity. Trish, Sarah and I got married, you know how it is with lions, you take one you get her sisters, at least Trish only had Sarah, she’s young but not innocent. Then you hooked up with that other fox, what was her name” He asks cocking his head trying to remember.

“Silvia” He says remembering her, a beautiful white artic fox. but her problem was she was too stuck in the upper class to be any good, kept trying to change him. Really the only thing they had in common was that they were both from Russia.

“I never liked her, but by then I was dating Jason, my cute little cheetah, nervous little thing he is too, but it was a quick courtship and he’s part of the pride too. Well after him I did some thinking, I wanted you, but my timing was always off and by the time I talked to all the pride and made sure it was okay with them, it was too late. So, you hooked up with the otter. I hoped it would work, well, mostly, I still wanted you so you part of me is happy it’s over. Either way, when you started dating the otter I took the initiative and talked to the pride, made sure all of them were okay with taking you in, if and when the opportunity came up, and here it is” He says and watches as Dimitri stares at him, then begins to eat his fruit.

The two sits in silence for a bit only eating. Saladin expected this, and knew it was coming.

“I am not ready for a relationship” Dimitri says not sure the lion understands.

“I get it, you just got out of one. but here is what I am offering for you. You move in with us. You don’t have to worry about withholding the truth, Trish works here and so do I. Sarah and Jacob know what we do is secret and are okay with it, have been for years. We just tell them that you work with us. You dictate the terms of what is and isn’t allowed. You won’t be alone, and we get to hunt you…. slowly, trust me, what happened back there won’t happen again tell your ready. That was just to get your attention” He says with a chuckle as he watches the fox blush.

“It worked, okay, I will move in, but I dictate terms, and not tell after this mission.” He says and the two shakes on the deal.

Both of them happy, Dimitri happy knowing someone might want him, and Saladin cause he now has a chance to get the prize he has always wanted.