The day of graduation rolled round, and the sisters took their seats at the back of the graduating class, because litterally no-one could see past them. Vicki, slow to become concerned, was now trying to guess who the culprets where, when Jodi laughed. "Isn't it obviouse?" she asked. "I figured it out last night; Some-one in the police, who would do something that manipulates others, but in a benificial way? And prevent us from talking to our parents? It has to be..." She waves to the podium, where the new DCI is standing, giving his welcoming speach, a huge figure that makes even Bojo look small, broader and taller, but so, orange!

"DAD?" says Vicki in shock, as her now huge father waves to them. The two are the last to get their diplomas, with W being the lowest letter in that class, and the two head up together.

"I'm so PROUD of my, ahem, little girls!" said the hulking fox, putting an arm around their backs and getting them together for a photograph. "Your mother aproved the testing of the new SWAT formula on your year, and I'm glad you two were the best recipients, after your mother of course." he says, smirking.

"SWAT formula? What's that?" asks Vicki, before Jodi asks "Where's mom?"

A huge shadow falls over the group as the cheif for Precinct 1 looms over her husband and daughters. "Ok you guys," she says, flicking hair from her face. "Say Wilde!"

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Thanks to everyone who donated or commissioned me! There will be another growth drive later in the year, maybe 2 or 3 even, depending on the state of the world by then.

We hit the £100 goal in the last few days, so I had to re-draw parts, hence why it's late. But, next drive will be less muscle, more, curviture based, and I've got a few ideas, so keep an eye out for those options next week!