Prologue "Wolf" 5 Year Ago
The sun was shining upon all the citizens of New York City. In the bustle of the city, business men rushed off to meetings, friends walked off to get a beer at the local pub, and in the middle of it all, stood one lowly husky.
He wore a tattered sweatshirt and jeans. He stood out against the $800 Italian suits, and brand name shirts. People walked by and payed him no attention. He was tall, about 6' 1", with dull gray fur. Their wasn't anything about his face that made him stand out, aside from his deep blue eyes. For twenty minutes he sat on a bench across the street from the NYC Apple Bank, occasionally glancing up at it. Finally, almost as if a spark went off in his head, he stood up and hustled across the street, and entered the bank
Inside, the lines were stuffed with people trying to make a quick with drawl for lunch, checking their balance after a shopping spree, or making little Jonnie's first savings account. Looking around, he saw two guards, both of which were not paying any attention. From his bag he pulled a large package, and tossed it in the garbage can by the door. Moving with purpose, he entered the safety deposit line.
The line moved slowly, but surely. No one looked at him, except the few that gave him the "What the hell is he doing here?" An hour and a half later he arrived at the counter. The feline teller greeted him with a fake smile, and an under enthusiastic "Hello."
"Welcome to the Apple Bank. How may i help you today?" she asked.
The husky opened his mouth, but no words came. With his second try, the thought escaped his lips. "I need to access safety deposit box number 318." his deep and raspy voice seemed to intimidate the teller.
"Uh... OK, that box only requires we have a 5 digit pin number. Do you have it.?" she responded with a sense of fear. The husky slide her a small slip of paper. The teller unfolded it and glanced back and forth from her computer. After only a second, she lifted the partition and ushered the husky back to the vault.
The two walked together past the desks and employees, heading towards the vault. With only a few feet left, the husky reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device. The small black brick only had one button which he proceeded to press.
A thunderous boom sounded from the front of the bank, followed by a shock wave an debris. People screamed as the smoke filled the room. Both guards turned and started to rush the vault. The husky emerged with a large black crate on a cart. The two large rottweilers stood firm with their weapons drawn. Before either could squeeze of a shot, two automatic bursts rang out from a pistol the husky had drawn. The guards fell.
Rushing out the back door, he saw people screaming and running from the explosion. Amidst the chaos, there was one street cop, trying to keep control. Some one from the crowd pointed and screamed. The cop swung around to face the husky. He was a fox, about 22, and about 5' 10". His red-orange fur stood out against his navy blue uniform. Desprite, he reached for his 9 mm, but it was too late. Three shots rang out through the street. Everyone stood in silence as the cop fell. Stepping past the fallen police officer, the husky threw the crate in the back seat of the officers squad car. He climbed in the front and sped off, sirens blaring.
From the pool down the street, a 16 year old tabby boy sprinted to aid the bleeding cop. The kid rolled the bloodied officer over and started CPR. Seven minutes later the ambulance arived.