“I CAN’T BELIEVE this” a voice loudly protested, jarring Axle’s attention away from the bright camera flash of the room ahead “All you got is five cents and some pocket lint!”

Axle, instinctively reaching for his jumpsuit pocket, found it pulled inside out. Looking up to his side, he found himself staring back at a pair of striking green eyes.

The raccoon’s expression, noticing Axles bewildered face, quickly changed to an excited, almost violent, grin.

“Ah. First time, huh?”

Axle looked down without answering. Procyon didn’t seem to care.

Flash

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Axle was next in line. The raccoon was still looking at him.

“Ya know, I’m feelin’ charitable tonight. And since you ain’t exactly Meridian Island material,” Axle glared. Although the raccoon was rather small compared to most of the inmates on the island, he was still much stronger than average.

Procyon continued. “Meet me in the back of the cell block, I got something to show you,” Axle could see a glint of excitement in his bright green eyes. “And bring me your shirt too.”

Despite his best efforts, Axle couldn’t help cocking his head at this curious request.

Flash

You can find the full comic here: https://nightshiftcomic.com/?pg=6#showComic