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The first part of a three parter, the first team up between two of my heroes. But this is just one side of the build up. Originally I did play with the idea of 
Snowfyre's Zaptail popping in for a cameo in this but went with a different approach. Cause I'm still unsure how to write Skaven speech.
Michael thinks he's got a lead on Clifford Hunt, that would eventually lead to a choice that would change his life.
Silently he crept through the city as twilight faded into dusk, surprised that even with his electric-blue fur he still avoided detection. Not that he was complaining, he didn’t want to be spotted. ‘Not yet anyway, he thought as he came to a stop, back pressed against an alley wall before turning his head a little to peer around the corner before exhaling. A sense of disappointment, yet a small amount of relief washed over him as he shook his head. ‘It’s just an animal,’ he reasoned as he saw it scuttle away, at least it allowed him to relax slightly.
Michael winced slightly as he felt a dull pain in his shoulder from a blow he had received a week back. He had gotten careless, left his guard exposed, and took a painful blow. He could still see bruising under the fur which had made getting dressed to do this difficult. Closing his eyes for a bit and running a hand over his face, the folf contemplated on why he was out here tonight. He shouldn’t be, not with an early shift tomorrow, but he couldn’t let this slide.
The past month or two was finally coming to a head, the work, the muggings, break-ins, and other crimes he had stopped while operating under the radar of the police and even that Whitescar. But he got a break just last week at the same time he got that hit. Before his cover was blown, he overheard them talking about a meeting that was to take place, one that he hoped that ocelot would show for. Yet, he had his doubts about this. He was no fool, the chances of him showing up were well, he couldn’t exactly count how low it would be. If he was to be honest, this would be most likely just some meeting or deal going through between members.
They most likely worked for him. If he could foil their operations, even just a setback, that would be enough for him. Perhaps enough to get his attention, but he needed his head in the here and now.
Peaking around the corner, he saw no one before he moved, his back still against the wall. He paused at each small sound for only a second, but continued. By the third time this happened, he slapped himself. “No, no more pausing for every small sound. Got stuff to do,” he muttered.
Quickly he ran, mentally going over the map in his mind. The target is a ‘courtyard’ made from different alleyways meeting up. It made him wonder just why the hell so many of these meetings always seem to happen out in the open like this. ‘Don’t they have a better place to do all this?’ He paused in thought before he shrugged. ‘Eh, makes my job easier if they are this dumb.’
Soon he found himself at what he thought was the location, but no one was there yet. Sighing a bit, he allowed himself to relax a bit and rub his shoulder a bit more. Out of sight but also made sure he could see anything that would happen. Of course, he could have got his internal sense of direction all screwed up and he’d spend most of the night just wasting time. It was something he didn’t want to do, but it was ultimately a risk he would take.
After half an hour passed by, he fiddled with the prod to see if it was still in working order when his ears perked up. A door closed followed by the sounds of footsteps, more than one if he had a guess that caused him to sit at attention, his hand gripping the prod as he shifted his weight to see the group in question. An impala and a possum, but he would bet there was someone else joining them soon. The bright lights confirmed his thoughts as a van pulled up just getting through the narrow driveway before coming to a stop. Michael sat up, more alert, as he waited for the door to open.
When it did, he was disappointed to see a snow leopard and not the ocelot. ‘Guess he wouldn’t be here either way,’ he thought in a dejected manner that faded after a moment. He could still learn and perhaps fuck up whatever was going on. With a plan in mind, he moved closer, being cautious to not make any sounds or draw attention to himself as he came out of his hiding spot.
Everyone tensed, even Michael himself as sirens blared, but he relaxed as they appeared to be going somewhere close but not here. ‘Good. Don’t need the cops here,’ he sighed as he came close enough to hear a bit of what the three were talking about.
“You sure this is a good investment? Because our bos...”
“Tell Mr Hunt that this would be worth it.”
“We still would like to see the sample.”
“Of course. I would've called you crazy for not wanting to. No point in trying to rip off future customers.”
Michael just shook his head as the talks drifted to them, hammering out a deal and whatever the samples were. He used the time and distraction to move close, rounding the van as he got a better look at what he was dealing with. He spied just the three, but he saw movement within the van, no doubt a lackey, a goon, or something. A chill ran down his spine as a thought crossed his mind. Were they dealing with the mafia?! Even he started to have doubts about messing around with this gang.
No… he’d have to press on. Take them down and stop their operations. That was the only plan. Well, that and not get killed. It broke his heart just thinking about how his parents would react to the news. But he steeled himself as his grip tightened on the prod, closer and closer, until his worldview suddenly shifted as he tripped over a box. Twisting, he tried to catch himself on a pipe that lined the wall, to no avail.
“SONUVABITCH!"
The shout echoed through the buildings as the folf paused, catching onto his mistake a couple of seconds too late.
“Who was that?”
“I think it came from behind the van.”
Michael pulled himself up, using the pipe with his good arm, too distracted to hear what the other three said. Once he got up to his feet, he quickly saw that he had gained an audience as all three men stared at him. All three appeared to be in confusion and thought as they looked at his odd get-up.
“Ok… bit weird to be dressing up, don’t you think?” The impala said as he turned to look at the others.
“One with a cattle prod on the ground,” the snow leopard replied.
The possum, however, was in deep thought as he looked the costumed hybrid over. “Mmmm. Didn’t Jones mention that a Folf with that same get-up and fur colour gave the boss that warning?” he asked, glancing toward his comrade.
“H..hey yeah, I think so.”
As the two chatted, the snow leopard’s expression turned to one of concern as he tapped the side of the van in a rhythmic pattern one that the others would ignore. But the driver got the message as the van started up, which caused all of them to perk up as Michael took a step closer. The van burned rubber as it sped away from the scene, leaving the three there. Another step as the two got a bad feeling about this.
“Hey dude. Listen, we don’t want any trouble… Whatever problem you have with the boss... it’s not with us, right?”
Michael just ignored him as he noted the possum already backing up. His mind was a raging turmoil of anger and cussing himself out for being so bloody stupid, not being mindful of his surroundings. He growled as narrowed his eyes at the two.
“James, I don’t think he’s listening. What should we do, beat him up?”
“Run...”
The Impala turned around and saw his buddy already running down one alley. The wheels in his head clicked into place as he looked back to the hybrid before he turned tail and ran as fast as he could. The vigilante gave chase, not wanting to let this one out of his sight. A task easier said when the other guy had a head start, but he would not let that deter him.
He rounded the corner and onto the street when he saw several people shoved to the ground as he continued to run. The chase round through several streets, and cut through several alleyways as the gang member shoved aside or even tripped people to slow down his pursuer. None of them worked as he swerved, and jumped but continued the purist, so focused he didn’t pay attention to his shoulder burning or the smell of smoke drawing ever closer.
Round another corner, down an alleyway, he leaped over the knocked-over boxes and crates. A grin crossed his muzzle as he saw the Impala come to a sliding halt, franticly looking at a fence and over his shoulder as Michael slowed down. His chest heaving as he glanced around for anything that could help him fight or a way out. Anything! He would not be picky.
The folf reached down to his hip for the prod, though he paused, confused why his hand met only empty air. Why wasn’t it there? He must have dropped it back in that other place when he took the fall. He growled as he shook his head at the mistake, breaking eye contact for a moment. But that moment was all that was needed.
The ram jumped up as his hands caught the top of the fence, using a nearby crate to hoist himself over. Though he couldn’t kick it over, he just opted for running again as his pursuer came back to his senses and saw him fall out of view.
Michael could only just growl to himself. He was making so many damn mistakes tonight! He can’t let this one go. He HAD to get the information he wanted from this guy. Using the crate to clear the fence, he continued his chase through the maze of buildings, though he feared he lost him a few times. Hell, he counted him lucky when one or two blind runs brought him closer, even in front of his target, and caused him to double back and go down another route.
The chase lasted for a few more minutes as the Impala took one look over his shoulder before breaking out onto the streets again and tearing down in a random direction. A few seconds later, the hybrid panted as he exited the confusing maze, kneeled over, and took in a few deep breaths. But when he did, he noticed something was wrong. A heavy smell of smoke made him cough as he looked back up and paused at what he saw. A building engulfed in a raging inferno, several fire trucks and ambulances parked in front as fire-fighters and paramedics rushed about. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought it was a community building, maybe a centre. Though he was close enough, he wasn’t able to hear what the emergency services were saying. He could see that they were frantic, possibly over their heads with this fire.
He snapped back as he remembered why he was there. He glanced up and down the street before he spotted the retreating form of the guy. Michael was going to give chase again, but he found his gaze drawn back to the fire as a fireball erupted from one of the upper-level windows. The emergency services became even more frantic, as he could only assume they were calling for backup. For once tonight, his mind was in chaos as he looked from the building to the street. The thought of potential information, of getting a lead closer to Hunt, was too great. But when he looked back at the building, all he could remember was the security guard who was shot all those years ago, a wasted opportunity to help someone or to stand up to that ocelot. Thoughts which also turned to his father, who worked at one of these places part-time back in Wolfden.
He gritted his teeth as he screwed his eyes shut… He needed to make a choice now!
As the seconds ticked by slowly, an almost agony amount of time, his mind became clearer. He knew what he had to do as his eyes snapped open and his face hardened into an expression of determination. One foot in front of the other, he moved away from the alley’s exit. This time he will not make a mistake if he could help it!
If anyone asked Michael to describe his situation right now, he would say he was in literal Hell. Or how he would imagine that infernal place. The heat from the flames was like nothing he had experienced before, even with the fire-fighter jacket he took from the back of a truck. The smoke was almost unbearable, and he was forced to keep his muzzle covered by the sleeve of the jacket as he wandered through the building from the side entrance he had taken to avoid getting in the way or having too many questions asked. This was better, he thought as he shoved a door open and glanced into the room. Seeing it empty, he hurried down the hall, as the screams of people could be heard even over the roaring flames. ‘Yeah, definitely what Hell would be like,' he thought grimly as his heart sank. He couldn’t fathom the fear those trapped here were going through.
Another room was checked, but he backpedaled quickly as the roof caved in. The embers threw up as he turned around to shield his face with the jacket. The heat was uncomfortable as he looked in a few more rooms, seeing them empty, but he knew that was both good and bad. The building looked to be large. He wasn’t sure by how much and the screams… the screams. He was sure this would haunt his nightmares for a while. But he kept ongoing, as he thought he heard movement. Well, he was sure someone was nearby or his hearing was playing tricks on him.
He followed the direction he was sure it was coming from, could be one of the fire-fighters or someone who needed help to get out. He wasn’t sure what to expect when he rounded the corner and came to a dead stop as his eyes went wide when he saw them. Of all the people he could have run into, of all those that would've answered the call, he should've guessed, yet it never crossed his mind as the other person turned around, the smoke briefly obscuring their face. When it cleared slightly, there was no mistake it as they looked back at him in shock.
"Whitescar."
Snowfyre's Zaptail popping in for a cameo in this but went with a different approach. Cause I'm still unsure how to write Skaven speech.Michael thinks he's got a lead on Clifford Hunt, that would eventually lead to a choice that would change his life.
Silently he crept through the city as twilight faded into dusk, surprised that even with his electric-blue fur he still avoided detection. Not that he was complaining, he didn’t want to be spotted. ‘Not yet anyway, he thought as he came to a stop, back pressed against an alley wall before turning his head a little to peer around the corner before exhaling. A sense of disappointment, yet a small amount of relief washed over him as he shook his head. ‘It’s just an animal,’ he reasoned as he saw it scuttle away, at least it allowed him to relax slightly.
Michael winced slightly as he felt a dull pain in his shoulder from a blow he had received a week back. He had gotten careless, left his guard exposed, and took a painful blow. He could still see bruising under the fur which had made getting dressed to do this difficult. Closing his eyes for a bit and running a hand over his face, the folf contemplated on why he was out here tonight. He shouldn’t be, not with an early shift tomorrow, but he couldn’t let this slide.
The past month or two was finally coming to a head, the work, the muggings, break-ins, and other crimes he had stopped while operating under the radar of the police and even that Whitescar. But he got a break just last week at the same time he got that hit. Before his cover was blown, he overheard them talking about a meeting that was to take place, one that he hoped that ocelot would show for. Yet, he had his doubts about this. He was no fool, the chances of him showing up were well, he couldn’t exactly count how low it would be. If he was to be honest, this would be most likely just some meeting or deal going through between members.
They most likely worked for him. If he could foil their operations, even just a setback, that would be enough for him. Perhaps enough to get his attention, but he needed his head in the here and now.
Peaking around the corner, he saw no one before he moved, his back still against the wall. He paused at each small sound for only a second, but continued. By the third time this happened, he slapped himself. “No, no more pausing for every small sound. Got stuff to do,” he muttered.
Quickly he ran, mentally going over the map in his mind. The target is a ‘courtyard’ made from different alleyways meeting up. It made him wonder just why the hell so many of these meetings always seem to happen out in the open like this. ‘Don’t they have a better place to do all this?’ He paused in thought before he shrugged. ‘Eh, makes my job easier if they are this dumb.’
Soon he found himself at what he thought was the location, but no one was there yet. Sighing a bit, he allowed himself to relax a bit and rub his shoulder a bit more. Out of sight but also made sure he could see anything that would happen. Of course, he could have got his internal sense of direction all screwed up and he’d spend most of the night just wasting time. It was something he didn’t want to do, but it was ultimately a risk he would take.
After half an hour passed by, he fiddled with the prod to see if it was still in working order when his ears perked up. A door closed followed by the sounds of footsteps, more than one if he had a guess that caused him to sit at attention, his hand gripping the prod as he shifted his weight to see the group in question. An impala and a possum, but he would bet there was someone else joining them soon. The bright lights confirmed his thoughts as a van pulled up just getting through the narrow driveway before coming to a stop. Michael sat up, more alert, as he waited for the door to open.
When it did, he was disappointed to see a snow leopard and not the ocelot. ‘Guess he wouldn’t be here either way,’ he thought in a dejected manner that faded after a moment. He could still learn and perhaps fuck up whatever was going on. With a plan in mind, he moved closer, being cautious to not make any sounds or draw attention to himself as he came out of his hiding spot.
Everyone tensed, even Michael himself as sirens blared, but he relaxed as they appeared to be going somewhere close but not here. ‘Good. Don’t need the cops here,’ he sighed as he came close enough to hear a bit of what the three were talking about.
“You sure this is a good investment? Because our bos...”
“Tell Mr Hunt that this would be worth it.”
“We still would like to see the sample.”
“Of course. I would've called you crazy for not wanting to. No point in trying to rip off future customers.”
Michael just shook his head as the talks drifted to them, hammering out a deal and whatever the samples were. He used the time and distraction to move close, rounding the van as he got a better look at what he was dealing with. He spied just the three, but he saw movement within the van, no doubt a lackey, a goon, or something. A chill ran down his spine as a thought crossed his mind. Were they dealing with the mafia?! Even he started to have doubts about messing around with this gang.
No… he’d have to press on. Take them down and stop their operations. That was the only plan. Well, that and not get killed. It broke his heart just thinking about how his parents would react to the news. But he steeled himself as his grip tightened on the prod, closer and closer, until his worldview suddenly shifted as he tripped over a box. Twisting, he tried to catch himself on a pipe that lined the wall, to no avail.
“SONUVABITCH!"
The shout echoed through the buildings as the folf paused, catching onto his mistake a couple of seconds too late.
“Who was that?”
“I think it came from behind the van.”
Michael pulled himself up, using the pipe with his good arm, too distracted to hear what the other three said. Once he got up to his feet, he quickly saw that he had gained an audience as all three men stared at him. All three appeared to be in confusion and thought as they looked at his odd get-up.
“Ok… bit weird to be dressing up, don’t you think?” The impala said as he turned to look at the others.
“One with a cattle prod on the ground,” the snow leopard replied.
The possum, however, was in deep thought as he looked the costumed hybrid over. “Mmmm. Didn’t Jones mention that a Folf with that same get-up and fur colour gave the boss that warning?” he asked, glancing toward his comrade.
“H..hey yeah, I think so.”
As the two chatted, the snow leopard’s expression turned to one of concern as he tapped the side of the van in a rhythmic pattern one that the others would ignore. But the driver got the message as the van started up, which caused all of them to perk up as Michael took a step closer. The van burned rubber as it sped away from the scene, leaving the three there. Another step as the two got a bad feeling about this.
“Hey dude. Listen, we don’t want any trouble… Whatever problem you have with the boss... it’s not with us, right?”
Michael just ignored him as he noted the possum already backing up. His mind was a raging turmoil of anger and cussing himself out for being so bloody stupid, not being mindful of his surroundings. He growled as narrowed his eyes at the two.
“James, I don’t think he’s listening. What should we do, beat him up?”
“Run...”
The Impala turned around and saw his buddy already running down one alley. The wheels in his head clicked into place as he looked back to the hybrid before he turned tail and ran as fast as he could. The vigilante gave chase, not wanting to let this one out of his sight. A task easier said when the other guy had a head start, but he would not let that deter him.
He rounded the corner and onto the street when he saw several people shoved to the ground as he continued to run. The chase round through several streets, and cut through several alleyways as the gang member shoved aside or even tripped people to slow down his pursuer. None of them worked as he swerved, and jumped but continued the purist, so focused he didn’t pay attention to his shoulder burning or the smell of smoke drawing ever closer.
Round another corner, down an alleyway, he leaped over the knocked-over boxes and crates. A grin crossed his muzzle as he saw the Impala come to a sliding halt, franticly looking at a fence and over his shoulder as Michael slowed down. His chest heaving as he glanced around for anything that could help him fight or a way out. Anything! He would not be picky.
The folf reached down to his hip for the prod, though he paused, confused why his hand met only empty air. Why wasn’t it there? He must have dropped it back in that other place when he took the fall. He growled as he shook his head at the mistake, breaking eye contact for a moment. But that moment was all that was needed.
The ram jumped up as his hands caught the top of the fence, using a nearby crate to hoist himself over. Though he couldn’t kick it over, he just opted for running again as his pursuer came back to his senses and saw him fall out of view.
Michael could only just growl to himself. He was making so many damn mistakes tonight! He can’t let this one go. He HAD to get the information he wanted from this guy. Using the crate to clear the fence, he continued his chase through the maze of buildings, though he feared he lost him a few times. Hell, he counted him lucky when one or two blind runs brought him closer, even in front of his target, and caused him to double back and go down another route.
The chase lasted for a few more minutes as the Impala took one look over his shoulder before breaking out onto the streets again and tearing down in a random direction. A few seconds later, the hybrid panted as he exited the confusing maze, kneeled over, and took in a few deep breaths. But when he did, he noticed something was wrong. A heavy smell of smoke made him cough as he looked back up and paused at what he saw. A building engulfed in a raging inferno, several fire trucks and ambulances parked in front as fire-fighters and paramedics rushed about. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought it was a community building, maybe a centre. Though he was close enough, he wasn’t able to hear what the emergency services were saying. He could see that they were frantic, possibly over their heads with this fire.
He snapped back as he remembered why he was there. He glanced up and down the street before he spotted the retreating form of the guy. Michael was going to give chase again, but he found his gaze drawn back to the fire as a fireball erupted from one of the upper-level windows. The emergency services became even more frantic, as he could only assume they were calling for backup. For once tonight, his mind was in chaos as he looked from the building to the street. The thought of potential information, of getting a lead closer to Hunt, was too great. But when he looked back at the building, all he could remember was the security guard who was shot all those years ago, a wasted opportunity to help someone or to stand up to that ocelot. Thoughts which also turned to his father, who worked at one of these places part-time back in Wolfden.
He gritted his teeth as he screwed his eyes shut… He needed to make a choice now!
As the seconds ticked by slowly, an almost agony amount of time, his mind became clearer. He knew what he had to do as his eyes snapped open and his face hardened into an expression of determination. One foot in front of the other, he moved away from the alley’s exit. This time he will not make a mistake if he could help it!
If anyone asked Michael to describe his situation right now, he would say he was in literal Hell. Or how he would imagine that infernal place. The heat from the flames was like nothing he had experienced before, even with the fire-fighter jacket he took from the back of a truck. The smoke was almost unbearable, and he was forced to keep his muzzle covered by the sleeve of the jacket as he wandered through the building from the side entrance he had taken to avoid getting in the way or having too many questions asked. This was better, he thought as he shoved a door open and glanced into the room. Seeing it empty, he hurried down the hall, as the screams of people could be heard even over the roaring flames. ‘Yeah, definitely what Hell would be like,' he thought grimly as his heart sank. He couldn’t fathom the fear those trapped here were going through.
Another room was checked, but he backpedaled quickly as the roof caved in. The embers threw up as he turned around to shield his face with the jacket. The heat was uncomfortable as he looked in a few more rooms, seeing them empty, but he knew that was both good and bad. The building looked to be large. He wasn’t sure by how much and the screams… the screams. He was sure this would haunt his nightmares for a while. But he kept ongoing, as he thought he heard movement. Well, he was sure someone was nearby or his hearing was playing tricks on him.
He followed the direction he was sure it was coming from, could be one of the fire-fighters or someone who needed help to get out. He wasn’t sure what to expect when he rounded the corner and came to a dead stop as his eyes went wide when he saw them. Of all the people he could have run into, of all those that would've answered the call, he should've guessed, yet it never crossed his mind as the other person turned around, the smoke briefly obscuring their face. When it cleared slightly, there was no mistake it as they looked back at him in shock.
"Whitescar."
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