Colmaton Universe © TRAIN
Misha Westfeld II © Wolfrider & Me

New Years Eve 2015, Vancouver, Canada

The skies outside were clear, at least compared to the past few days, a mixture of overcast and rain, but the weather was set for a wonderful new years eve in Vancouver. Of course just like any other city in the world there were criminals at work, and the largest port city in Canada was no exception. Within the restaurant of the Fairmont Pacific Rim hotel there was a party, high class guests from various companies and businesses throughout British Columbia gathered in one location, their meals sponsored by various corporations. However at this event there was a prize that everyone was after, a special item that had been kept under lock and key, the Fennec Stone. A pized gem believed by many to have supernatural properties, however many museums throughout the decades claimed to have gotten a hold of the fennec stones, only for it to be proven a fake in inspections or thefts that followed. In the past few hours however, a good source had provided CSIS with information that the true Fennec Stone was located in Vancouver, after being stolen from it's home, the vaults of White Cage Prison in 1994.

CSIS had sent in a member of their super team, Arrow Three, Misha Westfeld II to retrieve the Fennec Stone from the event. For hours as the sun descended over the horizon and downtown Vancouver's skyscrapers lit up in the night, the Eurasian Lynx mingled with the guests, catching up on politics in the wake of the election that had occurred in October. A new government, a new Canada, but not for her and not for CSIS, there were still super villains and terror organizations to combat in order to keep the country safe.

Something the men of the party didn't realize, as they flirted with the feline, is that she could drink them under the table. Misha had been born bonded with an inter-dimensional organism, meshed with her entire being, and as she consumed various solids and liquids, it processed them for energy and among these was alcohol. There would be no way they would be able to get her drunk before succumbing themselves, and that is just what she needed, impaired minds and loose lips. Soon she met with one of the bankers, offering to dance with him and moving out onto the floor, she could tell he was a little zoned, but luckily the tall girl could keep him up. Now it was time to make her move, the skin along her back rippled and a black tentacle pushed it's way through, moving down her dress and in keeping close, moving up between the two of them and staying hidden by their moving bodies. It didn't take long before the end was gripping an expensive smartphone and pulling it back under the lynx's dress. She let the banker be, watching the dog dance off into the crowd as she moved back over to the bar, pulling the phone out as if it had been her own.

She frowned at the lock, but it was nothing that couldn't be taken care of. Her eyes blinked twice and she held her thumb down on the screen, watching as dozens of different line patterns blinked in front of her until the device unlocked. Luckily for her she came equipped with devices just for things like this, the smallest gear hidden on her body. A quick scroll through the texts, and sure enough what she was looking for was there. A delivery to the banker's suite, and with that confirmation she wandered away from the party towards the elevators.

The doors opened on the fifth floor, the hallways were silent except for the occasional member of staff. The lynx waited under she was sure that they had left, stopping silently in front of suite 403, th target room. A soft sigh, after a long night she was going to be glad to get in some actual action. She reached shivered for a moment, a set of four of the earlier tentacles crawling out of her back, spikes protruding from them and resting hanging down behind her. There was a soft knock on the door, and after a few minutes, a suited canine was dumb enough to open it. The tendrils shredded the lynx's dress at the back, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him out of the room, only to be thrown against the wall when Misha stepped out of the way.

The feline was left in a red bra, save for the lower half, the dark boots, stockings and the protective boxer style black undergarments she wore on her lower half. The other suit within, another canine rushed the door, although failing swinging his arms at the tentacles that reached forward, only to be struck in the neck by the needles of a stun gun that the lynx had pulled from the revealed holster on her waist. One pull of the trigger and he tensed up, the tendrils grabbing him and tossing him to the floor. Once her work was done, the agent stepped over the threshold, tossing the remains of the dress aside and dragging the first stunned bodyguard behind her into the suite.

"Mr.Stanton needs to hire better men. You two wouldn't even make good mall cops if you fail that quick you know?" Only one could hear her, the one being dragged, the other unconscious, but he was already quick dazed. He was lifted into the air, where she removed his upper clothes, pulling the shirt onto herself and doing up the lower buttons before putting on the jacket. "Thank you sir, you're quite a gentlemen making sure a woman doesn't go cold on New Years Eve!" With that his head began to clear, only for a fist to be his first proper sight as she hit him hard in the face and dropped him to the floor.

Her eyes wandered to the safe sitting under the end table, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she reached for another tool at her belt. A small little disc with an adhesive end, which would be quite useful here. The sticky cover was peeled off, the device planted on the lock and then pressed. Misha backed off as it blinked before going off it a puff of smoke and taking the lock with it.

The door was swung open and hazel eyes peered in, ignoring all of the heirlooms, the money, anything that an average person might find important and pulled out the small cardboard box within, allowing her tentacles to take hold and tear apart the packing tape. There was a small gleam and sure enough as she held out her palm a golden gem, shaped almost like what one would expect out of the classic "emerald" shape, landed softly in her palm. The core glowed softly in the light, almost as if there was a miniature fire burning at it's core, this, was the real Fennec Stone indeed.

The agent closed her hand around it, placing it into one of the metal pouches o her belt and smiled at the two unconscious guards. "Happy New Years boys, you've been a service to your country." She laughed, moving out of the room and into the hall. If anyone had heard her they had not made themselves known, but the halls were empty and the lynx made her way to the stairwell before anyone could make things complicated. Mission Complete.