Dora Schutzhund shook her head, trying to clear some of the fog from her head. She could only guess how long it had been since she had been taken. Last thing she could remember, she was on a job... but it all had been a setup. She was ambushed by that jaguar, seized by a bunch of burly guys in military style uniforms, and a foul smelling rag had been pressed into her muzzle. Now here she was, stripped of her weapons and gear (though she supposed she should be thankful that she was still clothed this time). She was also cuffed to the chair she sat in with both wrists.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and a black jackal stepped inside, taking a seat across from her.

"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" Dora growled.

"Well. First of all, hello. I am Admiral Vincent Cross, commander of the ICDF" The jackal replied with just a hint of smugness in his voice. As for what I want, I have a job for you. "I do apologize for the manner in which you were brought to this meeting, but I have read your resume, Miss Schutzhund. You're quite the dangerous lady."

"And you thought, knowing that, it was a good idea to basically kidnap me. Helluva way to introduce yourself, admiral. Why the fuck would I work for you?"

The jackal looked over what looked like a glossy photograph in one hand, and in the other held a disk of some sort.
"You know, Miss Schutzhund, this is some rather incriminating and embarrassing information, were it... to be leaked."

"You're blackmailing me?" The shepherd snarled, jerking at her handcuffs, as if she could snap them with her physical strength alone. "You kidnap me, take away all my weapons and gear, and chain me to a chair, and threaten to blackmail me? And you're supposed to be the good guys?"

"Do not underestimate what I will do to ensure that the people sleep safe at night, dog. Agree to this job, and you will receive your standard fee. I will also make sure that you and I are the only people that ever see this. Decline my offer, and this will be the top story on every major news network in the country. There will be no more holes for you to hide in. Or I could simply turn you over to Interpol now. I'm sure some eager young inspector would love the career boost as you spend the rest of your miserable life in ADX Florence locked in a concrete box for 24 hours a day."

Dora ground her teeth together and bit back a slurry of nasty curse words.

"FINE."
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Sort of a continuation of the previous piece. Commission I got with featuring his jackal Vincent, and I discussing the prospect of doing some some shady government work. I'm less than pleased with the arrangement, but government goons can be quite persuasive when they're holding multiple life sentences in a supermax prison and some rather embarrassing information over your head.

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