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Do Android Felines Dream of Electric Mice: Tales of Suspense
by NightSSc7
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12 years ago
Do Android Felines Dream of Electric Mice: Tales of Suspense and Villainy - Prologue - Chapter 0
Soft foot-pads made hardly any sound as they carried the humanoid feline through his small library, his long, fluffy, solid colored tail, swished in the air behind him. It was the same color as the bulk of his fur, purple, although the rest of him had a mix of white spots with a long white patch from his jaw, down his chest and belly, the purple fur on his ears contrasting with his stark white hair. Some anthros had been engineered for speed, some for strength, and others, as was his family’s case, less than noble purposes. His feminine shape was accented by his short, but loose white t-shirt and low cut pants as he stood in the bay window, overlooking the ocean below his zeppelin. He looked lost in thought as he gazed over the twinkling reflection of the moon light on the waves below. His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of gears and sliding metals as the door opened and the tall, dark, cheetah-marked woman stepped in. She stood almost twice his height, dark as a shadow, with messy black hair nearly covering her ears. She was dressed, as usual, he noted, in not much other than a small red strip tied behind her, covering her chest and ending about mid-thigh, her long tail still behind her. He sighed softly and tilted his head, “What brings you here Soke?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Well doctor, you told me to bring this as soon as the drones all returned and analyzed the data,” she held out a small, square envelope to him, “Are you sure about this plan, it seems dangerous?”
He took the envelope from her, slipping it into his pocket, “Yes, I think it’s really the only thing I can do, besides,” he added with a wink, “My plans usually work perfectly.”
She narrowed her cool blue eyes, “And that’s why we’re here, instead of the moon base.” She let out a soft giggle.
He frowned, “Yes well, the best laid plans.” He paused looking up at the moon, “Always go awry when you trust everyone. That will be all this evening, keep everything going according to the plan and have the drones ready for sustained combat; we’ve got a shipment of tech to destroy.” He tapped his pocket and gave a small smile.
She rolled her eyes a bit, “Goodnight doctor.” Then turned and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
The purple cat sat in his chair next to the window, curling his tail over his lap and let out a long sigh, relaxing back into the plush velvet and letting his eyes have a moment’s rest. A loud click disturbed the peace and he opened them again to see the silenced barrel of a 9mm pistol in front of him.
“Hello doctor,” the stocky wolf in all black stated coldly, “Having a good evening?”
The cat frowned, “So they sent you then, Millhouse?”
The wolf glared at the cat with his slate blue eyes, the same color as his fur, except for his dark hair, “My name is Mark, you know that.”
“I can’t remember the names of people who betray me, people I trusted.” The cat stated venomously.
“You’re a terrorist with a base on the moon, that had a damned mind-control array pointed at the world, you’re the fluffy, purple version of a bad Bond villain. I did what I had to do to stop you.” The wolf said flatly.
The cat smiled a wry grin, “All for Queen and country then James?” He looked at the revolver across the room, “That’s a shame,” he slumped slightly, offering his paws “I guess I’ll have to go quietly, but tell me, how do you expect to get out of here?”
The wolf quietly slipped the handcuff onto the doctor’s wrists, “Simple Watson, I’ve got a parachute in the back of my tuxedo and my car-boat is parked below.”
The doctor raised an eyebrow, “Cute, what’s the real story then?”
The agent just smiled, pushed a button on his watch and the window of the library blew off from its frame, he slung the small cat on his shoulders and jumped out, the wind rushed up around them as he cradled the doctor, putting his head between the handcuff chain and the doctor’s body, then deployed his parachute, landing them softly in the water as a jet-black SAS boat quietly pulled close, “How was that?” the wolf said in rough chuckle.
“Touché jackass, your ego will hurt you some day.” The doctor replied, his fur now both wet in spots and fluffed up in fright in others.
A mix of human and anthro arms hauled them into the boat and they took off along the water, taking the world’s most wanted to a holding cell on board a naval vessel in UK waters, to await his fate.
Soft foot-pads made hardly any sound as they carried the humanoid feline through his small library, his long, fluffy, solid colored tail, swished in the air behind him. It was the same color as the bulk of his fur, purple, although the rest of him had a mix of white spots with a long white patch from his jaw, down his chest and belly, the purple fur on his ears contrasting with his stark white hair. Some anthros had been engineered for speed, some for strength, and others, as was his family’s case, less than noble purposes. His feminine shape was accented by his short, but loose white t-shirt and low cut pants as he stood in the bay window, overlooking the ocean below his zeppelin. He looked lost in thought as he gazed over the twinkling reflection of the moon light on the waves below. His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of gears and sliding metals as the door opened and the tall, dark, cheetah-marked woman stepped in. She stood almost twice his height, dark as a shadow, with messy black hair nearly covering her ears. She was dressed, as usual, he noted, in not much other than a small red strip tied behind her, covering her chest and ending about mid-thigh, her long tail still behind her. He sighed softly and tilted his head, “What brings you here Soke?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Well doctor, you told me to bring this as soon as the drones all returned and analyzed the data,” she held out a small, square envelope to him, “Are you sure about this plan, it seems dangerous?”
He took the envelope from her, slipping it into his pocket, “Yes, I think it’s really the only thing I can do, besides,” he added with a wink, “My plans usually work perfectly.”
She narrowed her cool blue eyes, “And that’s why we’re here, instead of the moon base.” She let out a soft giggle.
He frowned, “Yes well, the best laid plans.” He paused looking up at the moon, “Always go awry when you trust everyone. That will be all this evening, keep everything going according to the plan and have the drones ready for sustained combat; we’ve got a shipment of tech to destroy.” He tapped his pocket and gave a small smile.
She rolled her eyes a bit, “Goodnight doctor.” Then turned and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
The purple cat sat in his chair next to the window, curling his tail over his lap and let out a long sigh, relaxing back into the plush velvet and letting his eyes have a moment’s rest. A loud click disturbed the peace and he opened them again to see the silenced barrel of a 9mm pistol in front of him.
“Hello doctor,” the stocky wolf in all black stated coldly, “Having a good evening?”
The cat frowned, “So they sent you then, Millhouse?”
The wolf glared at the cat with his slate blue eyes, the same color as his fur, except for his dark hair, “My name is Mark, you know that.”
“I can’t remember the names of people who betray me, people I trusted.” The cat stated venomously.
“You’re a terrorist with a base on the moon, that had a damned mind-control array pointed at the world, you’re the fluffy, purple version of a bad Bond villain. I did what I had to do to stop you.” The wolf said flatly.
The cat smiled a wry grin, “All for Queen and country then James?” He looked at the revolver across the room, “That’s a shame,” he slumped slightly, offering his paws “I guess I’ll have to go quietly, but tell me, how do you expect to get out of here?”
The wolf quietly slipped the handcuff onto the doctor’s wrists, “Simple Watson, I’ve got a parachute in the back of my tuxedo and my car-boat is parked below.”
The doctor raised an eyebrow, “Cute, what’s the real story then?”
The agent just smiled, pushed a button on his watch and the window of the library blew off from its frame, he slung the small cat on his shoulders and jumped out, the wind rushed up around them as he cradled the doctor, putting his head between the handcuff chain and the doctor’s body, then deployed his parachute, landing them softly in the water as a jet-black SAS boat quietly pulled close, “How was that?” the wolf said in rough chuckle.
“Touché jackass, your ego will hurt you some day.” The doctor replied, his fur now both wet in spots and fluffed up in fright in others.
A mix of human and anthro arms hauled them into the boat and they took off along the water, taking the world’s most wanted to a holding cell on board a naval vessel in UK waters, to await his fate.
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