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Danny and Lanin attempt to elude Davian, unaware the scalper has a team of mercenaries watching over them.
CONTAINS LAUNGUAGE AND VIOLENCE.
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Alright, so there was the time he encountered a bunch of muggers in an alleyway and killed them all with a knife, there was the time he got shot at by his friend Carlson when he got drunk, there was the time he got into a major fight with his brother and wound up getting tossed off a roof, there was the time he nearly cut off his hand chopping an onion, and so on and so forth. Danny had had a really rough life, and now it was only getting worse. Nothing could be better than a blue crocodile threatening to blow your brains all over the wall, right? So Danny was in the living room, his paws tied to the wall so he couldn’t move, the blinds closed and the door locked so no one would disturb the croc. Lanin was tied up and gagged as well, lying on the floor and desperately trying to escape. However, he could do nothing but thrash around like a fish out of water and attempt to bite through the tape on his mouth. Davian was pacing the carpet, trying to scare the wolf to death. Well, not to death, but enough so he’d reveal the information about what he saw at the house. Sure, Davian could kill Danny right off the bat, but if he did that, he wouldn’t know whether or not Danny told anyone else about the murder. He had a knife in his scaly hand and a gun in his pocket. That was more than enough to convince him.
“This isn’t hard. All you have to do is tell me whether or not you told anyone else about the little ‘incident’ you saw last night.”
Danny started sweating and hyperventilating. At first, Danny thought the croc was just a random mugger or someone trying to rob Lanin, but now he knew it was related to what he saw the other night. Like every other movie or TV show he watched, he knew this would only end with him being thrown down a river with cinderblocks tied to his footpaws. Or perhaps he’d be tortured first, having his eyelids cut off or his eyeballs boiled with a hot needle, or his chest would be cut open, or he could get a penectomy. Not that Danny knew what that meant but he saw a picture of it by accident, and five seconds later he ran into the bathroom to throw up. He just had to hope this guy didn’t go that far.
“Um…I don’t know what you’re—”
Danny yelped once Davian chucked his knife in-between his legs, missing his testicle by an inch or two. If Danny had an erection part of his foreskin would’ve been cut off right now.
“Let’s skip the whole ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ phase and the crying and sobbing and pleading for God shit and get to the point. I already know you saw the murder and I already know you saw the murderer, so all I need you to do now is tell me if you told anyone else about it.”
“But if I do that, won’t you just kill me?”
“Not unless you irritate me and I deem you a liability.”
“But wouldn’t it make more sense just to kill me so you wouldn’t have to worry about the risk of me telling the cops who you are and what you look like and about the murder and junk?”
“No, no, I’ll just cut out your eyes and tongue. Can’t tell the cops anything if your speech isn’t comprehensible and if you have no eyes, then how can you remember what you saw?”
Danny gulped. “That-that doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Unless you want me to kill you?”
“NO!!! Gouged eyes are fine! I am totally okay with that; I was thinking of getting those new cyber ones anyways, the ones with the red laser sighting built into it?”
“Now tell me…have you told anyone about the so-called ‘incident’ you saw last night?”
Danny exhaled loudly. “I’m not sure what you mean. I think I saw something but my vision was obscured and I was smoking marijuana at the time, so perhaps you have the wrong guy—”
Danny barely had enough time to squeal before the crocodile grabbed his KM2000 knife and placed it underneath the wolf’s eye, on the verge of piercing the iris and letting all the fluids and blood ooze down his face until the eyeball itself was inoperable. Before the tip of the knife touched his retina, Lanin grunted and started panting. Somehow he managed to chew through the tape on his mouth and he was able to talk now.
“HEY, WAIT A SECOND!!!” he shouted.
Davian snarled and jerked his head in the panther’s direction, quickly putting his knife back into his pocket. He growled and walked over to the feline, trying to see what the problem was.
“I suggest you keep quiet. The only reason why I haven’t started on you next is because you’re of no value to me.”
“But uh, um…I gotta pee.”
Davian stared at the panther for what seemed like an eternity before he raised an eyebrow and said, “What?”
“I-I gotta take a piss real bad.”
“So?”
“I can’t do that if I’m tied up now can I?”
“You have boxers on. Use them.”
“Uhh…that is NOT a good idea man. Trust me when I tell you that you do not want to smell my piss. It’s like ammonia; if there’s enough of it it’ll knock you out and I doubt you’ll be able to interrogate a wolf while you’re gagging every five seconds.”
“Listen to the panther bro! We got stuck in the elevator for five hours one time and he had to piss in the corner. It stank so bad I wound up vomiting and someone else in the elevator passed out.”
Davian looked back at Danny and Lanin a few times, pondering his decision. The crocodile had met a few individuals whose urine was…aromatic, and he himself admitted that the smell did distract him, even enough to the point where he would have to leave the bathroom until it was cleared out. And knowing how unhygienic the apartment already seemed, urine would certainly add a stronger odor to it.
“Fine. Just don’t try any funny stuff.”
Davian stood Lanin up and shoved him over to the bathroom after opening the door. The bathroom was rather small, only able to fit at most four furries inside, and that was if one of them stood in the bathtub. The toilet was right in front of the door, so Davian simply pushed him forward and he was right in front of it. He didn’t need to worry about Danny; he was tied up to the wall so he wouldn’t be able to move.
“Go.”
“Uh…I can’t go if no one pulls down my boxers.”
Davian grumbled and cut through the tape that had the feline’s paws tied together, giving the animal the freedom to move his paws again. He was about to go, but he turned around and noticed the assailant was still looking at him.
“What?”
“Kinda hard to piss with you watching me, dont’cha think?”
“If you really have to go that bad you won’t give a shit if I’m watching you.”
“But I can’t go when someone’s watching me! It messes with my bladder and makes me nervous.”
“You’ll manage.”
“And what if I can’t go?”
“I’ll make you.” growled Davian, stepping dangerously close to Lanin from behind.
Lanin quickly pulled his waistband down a little and he sighed before he started urinating into the toilet bowl. It was funny, because Lanin didn’t even have to use the bathroom; he was just attempting to distract the mercenary from Danny. He guessed when the croc threatened to “make him” use the bathroom that all the urine he was holding suddenly rushed to his bladder like magic. While Davian was watching the panther like a hawk, Danny was trying to yank his left arm from the wall. The crocodile had him tied pretty tight through a small hole, and there must’ve been some sort of metal beam or support on the other side, hence why it was so hard to escape. Danny knew Lanin was gonna try to subdue the hostile, otherwise he would’ve just gone in his trousers. The wolf started grunting and making as much noise as possible, banging his elbow against the plaster and yanking his wrists in an attempt to get free. Davian heard the commotion, and turned his head sideways, away from the feline.
“Stop moving.”
Danny disobeyed the crocodile and started grunting even louder, even going as far as biting and nibbling on the rope. Lanin finished urinating and pulled his waistband up a little. He turned around to see what the mercenary was doing, and he shifted his eyes back to Lanin. Lanin pretended to walk over to the sink, just in time for a loud thud to be heard.
“HEY!!”
Davian stepped away from the panther and Lanin made his move. He grabbed the toilet lid and kept a firm grip of it in his paws. He peeked over the corner of the bathroom and found Davian with his back turned. The panther smiled slyly and crept behind the crocodile with the lid held in his paws like an ordinary baseball bat. He inhaled sharply and swung the lid at the back of the croc’s head. The lid made a hollow clunk sound as it was whacked against his skull, and Davian shouted in pain, faltering and dropping his knife. Lanin started panting because the assailant still wasn’t down, so he promptly grunted and hit the crocodile again. The lid shattered in half like rotting wood and pieces of marble flew all over the carpet, some almost getting in Danny’s eyes. Davian was lying prostrate now, his knife and gun sprawled on the floor.
“Smart move. Now get me outta these restraints!”
“Yeah. Just be glad I didn’t fart in his face; I was seriously considering doing that.”
“As if this apartment doesn’t stink already…” murmured Danny.
Lanin kneeled down and cut the ropes around Danny’s wrist and feet, allowing him to get up and hold the red marks around his wrists.
“Alright, now all we gotta do is call the cops and they can handle the situation and we’ll be brought into protective custody or whatever the fuck you call it.”
“Lanin, wait a minute, this isn’t the guy I saw who did the shooting.”
“So what?”
“How do we know if this guy doesn’t have anymore friends who know the guy who did the murder?”
Lanin put on a pair of dark blue nylon shorts and walked over to the front door.
“We don’t. Like I said, we’re going to the police station, talking to the cops, and we’re gonna stay there till this whole thing blows over. It’s just one murder buddy. You really think they’re gonna send a whole army against us?”
Lanin opened the door of his apartment and gasped dramatically when he saw three burly wolves standing in front of him. None of them had the same color fur, but they were all wearing the same clothing: blue camouflage cargo pants and a black vest. However, Lanin wasn’t paying attention to their clothing or the color of their fur or how tall and muscular they were. He was paying attention to the massive assault rifles in their paws. FNCs from what Lanin remembered from his shooting range lessons and these looked modified with a red-dot sight on the top of them. If Lanin looked in one of their pockets, they’d notice a silver SIG Sauer pistol and a pair of KA-BAR knives. All three of them looked like mercenaries, highly trained ones that obviously have some kind of military background. The lead wolf leaned forward, his teeth gritting, and growled viciously at Lanin, like he was ready to eat him. The panther responded by slamming and locking the door, pinning his back against it and breathing so hard his chest was puffing in and out.
“You should duck.”
“Why?”
The wall beside Lanin exploded and he yelped and dropped to the floor like a venomous animal infected his blood stream with a toxin that would paralyze its victim within seconds. He put his paws over his head and started shaking, his counterpart lying on the ground next to him. One of the wolves just blasted a hole in the wall with his shotgun, almost hitting Lanin on the tail.
“GIMME HIS GUN!!”
“WHAT!!?”
Lanin and Danny screamed once a hailstorm of bullets came through the wall, leaving several holes a furry could see through with one eye.
“GIMME THE GUN!!!”
Danny scurried over to Davian, still prostrate, and grabbed the USP he dropped. He chucked the gun over to Lanin and subsequently, a wolf kicked the door in and snarled, aiming his gun at Danny. Lanin quickly turned his body over so he was lying on his back and he screamed as he erratically fired multiple bullets into the canine. The Swiss cheese walls were sprayed with a mist of crimson and the wolf had six small pieces of metal in his gut. His body jerked each time he was shot and he let out a guttural yell as he fell down, shooting a few bullets from his FNC as he plummeted to the ground.
“GET THE GUN!!”
Danny couldn’t process what was going on. He saw a murder, he got his friend involved in his mess, he almost had his eye gouged out, and on top of all that, he was in the middle of a gunfight. Beside him was an unconscious crocodile and not far from him was a deceased wolf. There was so much adrenaline pumping through Danny he didn’t know whether to go all out, or to run into the bathroom so he could throw up. All he knew was that he was shaking like crazy. He also knew that the front door was open, the door that acted as a portal for all the mercenaries to rush through. Instinctively, he ran forward and picked up the assault rifle, yelped and ran over to where Lanin was. A wolf tried rushing inside the apartment, but Lanin shot him in the footpaw and he shouted and retreated, hiding behind the wall. Danny shut the door again, despite the fact the mercs could simply blow it down with the shotgun.
“You know how to shoot a gun?!”
Danny always pictured Lanin to be the lazy furry who half-assed everything at the last second. He pictured him as an individual who’d be better off sleeping than licking his fur clean. And yet, now, Lanin seemed to act like he was some sort of retired law enforcement officer. Maybe he was. Danny never bothered delving into his friend’s past.
“Yeah! I take lessons down at the shooting range! What about you?!”
“Does it look like I know how to use this bigass machine!!? I need a two minute lesson on how to shoot a gun!”
Another shotgun went off, causing both furries to hit the floor.
“Just aim the pointy end at whatever you see, squeeze the trigger, and look where you’re aiming! And if someone’s far away look in the telescope and fire at what you see! It’s like a videogame!”
Lanin was lying his ass off. It took him nearly a month before he even managed to shoot a gun right, let alone an assault rifle. He was hoping Danny wouldn’t shoot at all, or at least shoot erratically in order to make the mercs hide for cover. However he knew Danny needed to protect himself somehow, and Lanin knew he couldn’t cover him the entire gunfight.
“Like Call of Duty?!”
The panther fired four bullets at the wall, hoping to hit someone on the other side.
“YES!! If it makes you feel better, yes!”
“Are there any tips you wanna give—”
The door was kicked open again. No…no, the door was blown down with the wolf carrying the shotgun, something from the Remington series. Danny yelped as the door swung open and he aimed the gun forward, firing as many bullets as he could at once. He lost count of how many that was, but the wolf’s chest had more holes in it than Swiss cheese, or the wall. Lanin ran over to Danny and picked him off the floor, where they rushed out of the apartment room like a cheetah. Lanin fired four bullets—two to his left, two to his right—and the furries hid behind a wall in the middle of the hallway. The hallways of the building were rather boring and plain. It was a straight corridor with two walls on each side; however, once someone approached a door number, the walls would suddenly curve towards the door. They went straight, then left, then straight again (containing the room number), right, then left again into the main corridor. In other words, there was a small six or nine inch space for Lanin and Danny to hide behind. Both of them were panting heavily and trying to drown out the loud noises of the gunfire. When Lanin was running through the corridor, he caught a glimpse of at least four other mercs, all armed with the same firepower. He knew they killed at least two or them, maybe three if someone was hiding behind the fragile wall when Lanin shot at it.
“Oh my God, why do so many furries want me to die!!?” screamed Danny.
“Um, I’m pretty sure they just wanna shoot and subdue us.”
Again, Lanin was lying, but anything to keep his friend from going hysterical.
“Oh, okay. They’ll just shoot us in the face and hurt us pretty, pretty bad and not kill us. That makes me feel better.” said Danny flatly.
“Shut up.”
Lanin peeked behind the corner and jerked his head back once two bullets whizzed past his nose. The mercenaries were quickly making their way down the corridor, occasionally taking shots at Lanin and Danny while taking cover on their own. The panther quickly peeked behind the corner again, but this time he had the gun in his paws out, so he fired off two shots, hitting another canine in the groin and throat. He fell down rather slowly, clutching his bloody throat in a useless attempt to stop the blood flow, but eventually he succumbed to the injuries. The remaining mercenaries began to run down the hallway, getting closer and closer to their targets.
“We gotta move.”
Lanin and Danny rushed down the corridor and hid behind another set of walls, more bullets trailing behind them. Danny almost lost a toe but at the last second, he picked his foot off the carpet and the bullet shattered through the floorboard. Despite not being hurt, the sudden gunfire startled Danny so much he dropped the gun, leaving it in the middle of the hallway.
“What the hell Danny, you dropped the gun?”
“Fine, you go pick it up!”
“So I can get my head shot off?!”
Lanin released the magazine of the USP and tapped it against his arm a few times. It felt extremely hollow, meaning there were only a couple of bullets left. The panther swore to himself and peeked behind the corner, spotting the remaining three mercenaries. If he had to guess, he’d say that there were three bullets left.
“All right, I need you to spot the enemy for me.” he said, putting the magazine back in.
“What?”
“Peek behind the corner and tell me where each mercenary is. Use things like one o’clock, three o’clock, eleven o’clock, stuff like that. Imagine the face of a clock, and imagine that an enemy standing on the number on the clock is in that direction.”
“So if someone’s behind us, I’d say six o’clock?”
“That’s right. Make sure you’re right—”
“Two o’clock, two o’clock!!” shouted Danny.
Lanin gasped and looked to his right, watching as a wolf scurried down the hallway mere seconds away from reaching them. He caught a glimpse of the canine’s dark yellow eyes before he planted a bullet in-between them. The wolf fell down on top of the rifle Danny dropped, erasing any chance they had of retrieving it.
“Okay…now we just need two more.”
Danny peeked beyond the corner one last time and noticed there were a lot more assailants than earlier, including Davian, who seemed to have recovered from the head injury. His eyes grew wide and he braced his back against the wall yet again.
“Uh, we got a major problem Lanin.”
“What?”
“There’s more than two bad guys in the hallway.”
“Shit! Are you serious?! I only have two, maybe three bullets left!”
Davian heard the comment and smiled devilishly, and he cocked the FNC one of his mercenaries handed to him.
“Kill ‘em.” he said, loud enough for the panther and wolf to hear.
“We’re not gonna make it; we gotta go downstairs now!” said Lanin, faster than a jackrabbit.
Lanin and Danny rushed over to the door across from them and slammed into them like their bodies were battering rams. The door swung open, and the next thing they knew they were in the staircase. The stairs looked more glorious than the actual apartment complex with the decorated glass panes they used for the giant window that stretched from the top floor to the basement. The duo started sprinting down the steps, taking four at a time and hopping in some cases just so they wouldn’t get caught.
“Lanin, where the hell is everybody? Shouldn’t someone have heard the shots and called the cops by now?”
“They’re all at work or,”
Lanin grunted as he jumped down a few stairs.
“Or not here. This apartment complex isn’t very popular in case you haven’t noticed and there aren’t that many furries who live here.”
As they were rushing down the stairs, another mercenary on a different floor opened up the door and tried aiming his gun at Lanin and Danny. Danny threw his body into the door so it slammed into the assailant. His finger slipped and he wound up misfiring, hitting the furry who was coming up the stairs in the face. The wolf got outside the door a little more, but before he had time to raise his rifle, Danny punched him in the face. He grabbed the wolf by his left ear and part of his fur and threw him towards the railing. With a loud clang, the wolf was out cold, and one of his teeth flew down the stairs.
“Um…Lanin you get the rifle, I’ll get the pistol he dropped.”
Danny jumped down the stairs and got the USP the wolf dropped while Lanin took the FNC. He picked it up and examined the rifle briefly before he started running down the stairs with Danny, almost tripping over the dead body. He stopped for a moment and looked at the furry’s face.
“I’m sorry Lanin; he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. There’s nothing we can do—”
Lanin chuckled. “Why are you complaining? This guy was my landlord; I don’t gotta pay my rent anymore.”
More bullets. The fugitives looked up at the staircase and noticed Davian was shooting at them. They promptly rushed to the back door and pushed it open, feeling the heat of the sun beaming down on their fur and skin.
“Get the dumpster!”
“What?!”
Lanin shut the door and pinned his back against it so the wolves and Davian wouldn’t burst through and shoot them down.
“Get the dumpster and push it this way until it blocks the door so those mercs won’t follow us out here!”
Danny nodded and walked over to the gray dumpster full of rancid trash and murky yellow water. He pressed his back against one side of the giant trash bin and started grunting as he began to push it backwards. Lucky him, there were wheels on this one, so it didn’t take much effort to glide it down the alleyway full of puddles of water and piss.
“C’mon, c’mon, hurry up!”
Danny grunted and let out a sharp yell as he thrusted himself backwards, eventually pushing the giant metal dumpster in front of the door. It was just in time too; Davian reached the exit and started banging on the metal blue to and from the apartments. But when you have a box made of metal containing all sorts of trash, ranging from scrap metal to moldy pizza bread, you’re gonna have trouble trying to push it out of the way using only a door. The fugitives still came to realization that the dumpster had wheels on it, and it wouldn’t take forever for Davian and his goons to break through.
“All right, now all we need is a car—”
There’s an old saying that went “Ask and you shall receive.” Lanin wanted a car and, almost instantaneously, one came by. The wolf and panther looked down the hallway and heard a car—a black Mercury Milan—screeching its way down the alley. Whoever was driving the car saw the duo and the driver slammed down on the gas pedal. Danny and Lanin took a few steps back before realizing this probably wasn’t just some drunk driver. And it was making no attempt to decelerate.
“Oh shit.”
Lanin held his assault rifle up to the driver and pulled the trigger…and the magazine abruptly fell out and clattered on the ground, in a puddle. Lanin’s eyes grew wide and he suddenly felt embarrassed. He must’ve forgotten his lesson on how to use the FNC.
“Oops.” he said meekly.
“Goddamnit Lanin!”
“You have a gun; use it!”
“I told you, I’m new to this whole shooting lesson!”
“Point the gun at the windshield and fire!”
“But—”
“JUST DO IT!!”
Less than twenty feet away, Danny held up his USP and started firing erratically. Lucky for him, his target was huge, so he didn’t miss too many shots. The first two went straight through the glass, hitting the driver in the face. The three that followed hit the driver again, in the chest, and nicked the wolf sitting beside him in the torso. Another three shots rang, and that was it for the car. The driver (already dead) was hit again in the eye, and another bullet hit the passenger in the pancreas. The car swerved out of control and hit the wall, slamming into a pile of trash cans and shopping carts, shattering the windscreen completely. Danny and Lanin walked over to the car, which was now emitting smoke from its engine and looked inside. The passenger was still alive but unconscious, and with two bullets in his stomach he wouldn’t have much time left. The wolf and panther ran past the car and continued to run down the alley, turning a sharp corner as they reached the street. Danny had a feeling the mercs already glanced at his or Lanin’s license plate so he couldn’t take his own car. Instead, he broke the window of the car in front of his own, a green Lincoln MKZ, and unlocked the door. Sure, he’d probably be thrown in jail for grand theft auto, but that would be a parking ticket compared to what would happen should those mercs find him again. Danny ripped the door open and sat down, unlocking the passenger’s door for Lanin to get in.
“You know how to hot-wire a car?”
“Nope.” said Danny, bashing open the key mechanism with the butt of the USP.
The chunk of plastic broke off and revealed several different wires. Danny took two random colors and connected them together. As a result, he shocked his paws and whined.
“I thought it was yellow to blue?”
Danny connected the yellow and blue wires. That started the car alarm.
“Oh, whoops.”
“What do you mean ‘whoops’?! All those mercs are gonna hear us now!”
“Okay, do red to red!”
Danny connected the red wire to another red wire. After two attempts of the engine starting itself, the car sprang to life, and was now operable. A bullet slammed through the window on Lanin’s side and as they screamed, they saw Davian and the wolves charging towards them. Danny slammed his footpaw on the gas and started speeding down the street in hopes of eluding their assassins. It didn’t take long for the car to disappear into the traffic, and Davian was left without a clue to where his targets could be.
CONTAINS LAUNGUAGE AND VIOLENCE.
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Alright, so there was the time he encountered a bunch of muggers in an alleyway and killed them all with a knife, there was the time he got shot at by his friend Carlson when he got drunk, there was the time he got into a major fight with his brother and wound up getting tossed off a roof, there was the time he nearly cut off his hand chopping an onion, and so on and so forth. Danny had had a really rough life, and now it was only getting worse. Nothing could be better than a blue crocodile threatening to blow your brains all over the wall, right? So Danny was in the living room, his paws tied to the wall so he couldn’t move, the blinds closed and the door locked so no one would disturb the croc. Lanin was tied up and gagged as well, lying on the floor and desperately trying to escape. However, he could do nothing but thrash around like a fish out of water and attempt to bite through the tape on his mouth. Davian was pacing the carpet, trying to scare the wolf to death. Well, not to death, but enough so he’d reveal the information about what he saw at the house. Sure, Davian could kill Danny right off the bat, but if he did that, he wouldn’t know whether or not Danny told anyone else about the murder. He had a knife in his scaly hand and a gun in his pocket. That was more than enough to convince him.
“This isn’t hard. All you have to do is tell me whether or not you told anyone else about the little ‘incident’ you saw last night.”
Danny started sweating and hyperventilating. At first, Danny thought the croc was just a random mugger or someone trying to rob Lanin, but now he knew it was related to what he saw the other night. Like every other movie or TV show he watched, he knew this would only end with him being thrown down a river with cinderblocks tied to his footpaws. Or perhaps he’d be tortured first, having his eyelids cut off or his eyeballs boiled with a hot needle, or his chest would be cut open, or he could get a penectomy. Not that Danny knew what that meant but he saw a picture of it by accident, and five seconds later he ran into the bathroom to throw up. He just had to hope this guy didn’t go that far.
“Um…I don’t know what you’re—”
Danny yelped once Davian chucked his knife in-between his legs, missing his testicle by an inch or two. If Danny had an erection part of his foreskin would’ve been cut off right now.
“Let’s skip the whole ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ phase and the crying and sobbing and pleading for God shit and get to the point. I already know you saw the murder and I already know you saw the murderer, so all I need you to do now is tell me if you told anyone else about it.”
“But if I do that, won’t you just kill me?”
“Not unless you irritate me and I deem you a liability.”
“But wouldn’t it make more sense just to kill me so you wouldn’t have to worry about the risk of me telling the cops who you are and what you look like and about the murder and junk?”
“No, no, I’ll just cut out your eyes and tongue. Can’t tell the cops anything if your speech isn’t comprehensible and if you have no eyes, then how can you remember what you saw?”
Danny gulped. “That-that doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Unless you want me to kill you?”
“NO!!! Gouged eyes are fine! I am totally okay with that; I was thinking of getting those new cyber ones anyways, the ones with the red laser sighting built into it?”
“Now tell me…have you told anyone about the so-called ‘incident’ you saw last night?”
Danny exhaled loudly. “I’m not sure what you mean. I think I saw something but my vision was obscured and I was smoking marijuana at the time, so perhaps you have the wrong guy—”
Danny barely had enough time to squeal before the crocodile grabbed his KM2000 knife and placed it underneath the wolf’s eye, on the verge of piercing the iris and letting all the fluids and blood ooze down his face until the eyeball itself was inoperable. Before the tip of the knife touched his retina, Lanin grunted and started panting. Somehow he managed to chew through the tape on his mouth and he was able to talk now.
“HEY, WAIT A SECOND!!!” he shouted.
Davian snarled and jerked his head in the panther’s direction, quickly putting his knife back into his pocket. He growled and walked over to the feline, trying to see what the problem was.
“I suggest you keep quiet. The only reason why I haven’t started on you next is because you’re of no value to me.”
“But uh, um…I gotta pee.”
Davian stared at the panther for what seemed like an eternity before he raised an eyebrow and said, “What?”
“I-I gotta take a piss real bad.”
“So?”
“I can’t do that if I’m tied up now can I?”
“You have boxers on. Use them.”
“Uhh…that is NOT a good idea man. Trust me when I tell you that you do not want to smell my piss. It’s like ammonia; if there’s enough of it it’ll knock you out and I doubt you’ll be able to interrogate a wolf while you’re gagging every five seconds.”
“Listen to the panther bro! We got stuck in the elevator for five hours one time and he had to piss in the corner. It stank so bad I wound up vomiting and someone else in the elevator passed out.”
Davian looked back at Danny and Lanin a few times, pondering his decision. The crocodile had met a few individuals whose urine was…aromatic, and he himself admitted that the smell did distract him, even enough to the point where he would have to leave the bathroom until it was cleared out. And knowing how unhygienic the apartment already seemed, urine would certainly add a stronger odor to it.
“Fine. Just don’t try any funny stuff.”
Davian stood Lanin up and shoved him over to the bathroom after opening the door. The bathroom was rather small, only able to fit at most four furries inside, and that was if one of them stood in the bathtub. The toilet was right in front of the door, so Davian simply pushed him forward and he was right in front of it. He didn’t need to worry about Danny; he was tied up to the wall so he wouldn’t be able to move.
“Go.”
“Uh…I can’t go if no one pulls down my boxers.”
Davian grumbled and cut through the tape that had the feline’s paws tied together, giving the animal the freedom to move his paws again. He was about to go, but he turned around and noticed the assailant was still looking at him.
“What?”
“Kinda hard to piss with you watching me, dont’cha think?”
“If you really have to go that bad you won’t give a shit if I’m watching you.”
“But I can’t go when someone’s watching me! It messes with my bladder and makes me nervous.”
“You’ll manage.”
“And what if I can’t go?”
“I’ll make you.” growled Davian, stepping dangerously close to Lanin from behind.
Lanin quickly pulled his waistband down a little and he sighed before he started urinating into the toilet bowl. It was funny, because Lanin didn’t even have to use the bathroom; he was just attempting to distract the mercenary from Danny. He guessed when the croc threatened to “make him” use the bathroom that all the urine he was holding suddenly rushed to his bladder like magic. While Davian was watching the panther like a hawk, Danny was trying to yank his left arm from the wall. The crocodile had him tied pretty tight through a small hole, and there must’ve been some sort of metal beam or support on the other side, hence why it was so hard to escape. Danny knew Lanin was gonna try to subdue the hostile, otherwise he would’ve just gone in his trousers. The wolf started grunting and making as much noise as possible, banging his elbow against the plaster and yanking his wrists in an attempt to get free. Davian heard the commotion, and turned his head sideways, away from the feline.
“Stop moving.”
Danny disobeyed the crocodile and started grunting even louder, even going as far as biting and nibbling on the rope. Lanin finished urinating and pulled his waistband up a little. He turned around to see what the mercenary was doing, and he shifted his eyes back to Lanin. Lanin pretended to walk over to the sink, just in time for a loud thud to be heard.
“HEY!!”
Davian stepped away from the panther and Lanin made his move. He grabbed the toilet lid and kept a firm grip of it in his paws. He peeked over the corner of the bathroom and found Davian with his back turned. The panther smiled slyly and crept behind the crocodile with the lid held in his paws like an ordinary baseball bat. He inhaled sharply and swung the lid at the back of the croc’s head. The lid made a hollow clunk sound as it was whacked against his skull, and Davian shouted in pain, faltering and dropping his knife. Lanin started panting because the assailant still wasn’t down, so he promptly grunted and hit the crocodile again. The lid shattered in half like rotting wood and pieces of marble flew all over the carpet, some almost getting in Danny’s eyes. Davian was lying prostrate now, his knife and gun sprawled on the floor.
“Smart move. Now get me outta these restraints!”
“Yeah. Just be glad I didn’t fart in his face; I was seriously considering doing that.”
“As if this apartment doesn’t stink already…” murmured Danny.
Lanin kneeled down and cut the ropes around Danny’s wrist and feet, allowing him to get up and hold the red marks around his wrists.
“Alright, now all we gotta do is call the cops and they can handle the situation and we’ll be brought into protective custody or whatever the fuck you call it.”
“Lanin, wait a minute, this isn’t the guy I saw who did the shooting.”
“So what?”
“How do we know if this guy doesn’t have anymore friends who know the guy who did the murder?”
Lanin put on a pair of dark blue nylon shorts and walked over to the front door.
“We don’t. Like I said, we’re going to the police station, talking to the cops, and we’re gonna stay there till this whole thing blows over. It’s just one murder buddy. You really think they’re gonna send a whole army against us?”
Lanin opened the door of his apartment and gasped dramatically when he saw three burly wolves standing in front of him. None of them had the same color fur, but they were all wearing the same clothing: blue camouflage cargo pants and a black vest. However, Lanin wasn’t paying attention to their clothing or the color of their fur or how tall and muscular they were. He was paying attention to the massive assault rifles in their paws. FNCs from what Lanin remembered from his shooting range lessons and these looked modified with a red-dot sight on the top of them. If Lanin looked in one of their pockets, they’d notice a silver SIG Sauer pistol and a pair of KA-BAR knives. All three of them looked like mercenaries, highly trained ones that obviously have some kind of military background. The lead wolf leaned forward, his teeth gritting, and growled viciously at Lanin, like he was ready to eat him. The panther responded by slamming and locking the door, pinning his back against it and breathing so hard his chest was puffing in and out.
“You should duck.”
“Why?”
The wall beside Lanin exploded and he yelped and dropped to the floor like a venomous animal infected his blood stream with a toxin that would paralyze its victim within seconds. He put his paws over his head and started shaking, his counterpart lying on the ground next to him. One of the wolves just blasted a hole in the wall with his shotgun, almost hitting Lanin on the tail.
“GIMME HIS GUN!!”
“WHAT!!?”
Lanin and Danny screamed once a hailstorm of bullets came through the wall, leaving several holes a furry could see through with one eye.
“GIMME THE GUN!!!”
Danny scurried over to Davian, still prostrate, and grabbed the USP he dropped. He chucked the gun over to Lanin and subsequently, a wolf kicked the door in and snarled, aiming his gun at Danny. Lanin quickly turned his body over so he was lying on his back and he screamed as he erratically fired multiple bullets into the canine. The Swiss cheese walls were sprayed with a mist of crimson and the wolf had six small pieces of metal in his gut. His body jerked each time he was shot and he let out a guttural yell as he fell down, shooting a few bullets from his FNC as he plummeted to the ground.
“GET THE GUN!!”
Danny couldn’t process what was going on. He saw a murder, he got his friend involved in his mess, he almost had his eye gouged out, and on top of all that, he was in the middle of a gunfight. Beside him was an unconscious crocodile and not far from him was a deceased wolf. There was so much adrenaline pumping through Danny he didn’t know whether to go all out, or to run into the bathroom so he could throw up. All he knew was that he was shaking like crazy. He also knew that the front door was open, the door that acted as a portal for all the mercenaries to rush through. Instinctively, he ran forward and picked up the assault rifle, yelped and ran over to where Lanin was. A wolf tried rushing inside the apartment, but Lanin shot him in the footpaw and he shouted and retreated, hiding behind the wall. Danny shut the door again, despite the fact the mercs could simply blow it down with the shotgun.
“You know how to shoot a gun?!”
Danny always pictured Lanin to be the lazy furry who half-assed everything at the last second. He pictured him as an individual who’d be better off sleeping than licking his fur clean. And yet, now, Lanin seemed to act like he was some sort of retired law enforcement officer. Maybe he was. Danny never bothered delving into his friend’s past.
“Yeah! I take lessons down at the shooting range! What about you?!”
“Does it look like I know how to use this bigass machine!!? I need a two minute lesson on how to shoot a gun!”
Another shotgun went off, causing both furries to hit the floor.
“Just aim the pointy end at whatever you see, squeeze the trigger, and look where you’re aiming! And if someone’s far away look in the telescope and fire at what you see! It’s like a videogame!”
Lanin was lying his ass off. It took him nearly a month before he even managed to shoot a gun right, let alone an assault rifle. He was hoping Danny wouldn’t shoot at all, or at least shoot erratically in order to make the mercs hide for cover. However he knew Danny needed to protect himself somehow, and Lanin knew he couldn’t cover him the entire gunfight.
“Like Call of Duty?!”
The panther fired four bullets at the wall, hoping to hit someone on the other side.
“YES!! If it makes you feel better, yes!”
“Are there any tips you wanna give—”
The door was kicked open again. No…no, the door was blown down with the wolf carrying the shotgun, something from the Remington series. Danny yelped as the door swung open and he aimed the gun forward, firing as many bullets as he could at once. He lost count of how many that was, but the wolf’s chest had more holes in it than Swiss cheese, or the wall. Lanin ran over to Danny and picked him off the floor, where they rushed out of the apartment room like a cheetah. Lanin fired four bullets—two to his left, two to his right—and the furries hid behind a wall in the middle of the hallway. The hallways of the building were rather boring and plain. It was a straight corridor with two walls on each side; however, once someone approached a door number, the walls would suddenly curve towards the door. They went straight, then left, then straight again (containing the room number), right, then left again into the main corridor. In other words, there was a small six or nine inch space for Lanin and Danny to hide behind. Both of them were panting heavily and trying to drown out the loud noises of the gunfire. When Lanin was running through the corridor, he caught a glimpse of at least four other mercs, all armed with the same firepower. He knew they killed at least two or them, maybe three if someone was hiding behind the fragile wall when Lanin shot at it.
“Oh my God, why do so many furries want me to die!!?” screamed Danny.
“Um, I’m pretty sure they just wanna shoot and subdue us.”
Again, Lanin was lying, but anything to keep his friend from going hysterical.
“Oh, okay. They’ll just shoot us in the face and hurt us pretty, pretty bad and not kill us. That makes me feel better.” said Danny flatly.
“Shut up.”
Lanin peeked behind the corner and jerked his head back once two bullets whizzed past his nose. The mercenaries were quickly making their way down the corridor, occasionally taking shots at Lanin and Danny while taking cover on their own. The panther quickly peeked behind the corner again, but this time he had the gun in his paws out, so he fired off two shots, hitting another canine in the groin and throat. He fell down rather slowly, clutching his bloody throat in a useless attempt to stop the blood flow, but eventually he succumbed to the injuries. The remaining mercenaries began to run down the hallway, getting closer and closer to their targets.
“We gotta move.”
Lanin and Danny rushed down the corridor and hid behind another set of walls, more bullets trailing behind them. Danny almost lost a toe but at the last second, he picked his foot off the carpet and the bullet shattered through the floorboard. Despite not being hurt, the sudden gunfire startled Danny so much he dropped the gun, leaving it in the middle of the hallway.
“What the hell Danny, you dropped the gun?”
“Fine, you go pick it up!”
“So I can get my head shot off?!”
Lanin released the magazine of the USP and tapped it against his arm a few times. It felt extremely hollow, meaning there were only a couple of bullets left. The panther swore to himself and peeked behind the corner, spotting the remaining three mercenaries. If he had to guess, he’d say that there were three bullets left.
“All right, I need you to spot the enemy for me.” he said, putting the magazine back in.
“What?”
“Peek behind the corner and tell me where each mercenary is. Use things like one o’clock, three o’clock, eleven o’clock, stuff like that. Imagine the face of a clock, and imagine that an enemy standing on the number on the clock is in that direction.”
“So if someone’s behind us, I’d say six o’clock?”
“That’s right. Make sure you’re right—”
“Two o’clock, two o’clock!!” shouted Danny.
Lanin gasped and looked to his right, watching as a wolf scurried down the hallway mere seconds away from reaching them. He caught a glimpse of the canine’s dark yellow eyes before he planted a bullet in-between them. The wolf fell down on top of the rifle Danny dropped, erasing any chance they had of retrieving it.
“Okay…now we just need two more.”
Danny peeked beyond the corner one last time and noticed there were a lot more assailants than earlier, including Davian, who seemed to have recovered from the head injury. His eyes grew wide and he braced his back against the wall yet again.
“Uh, we got a major problem Lanin.”
“What?”
“There’s more than two bad guys in the hallway.”
“Shit! Are you serious?! I only have two, maybe three bullets left!”
Davian heard the comment and smiled devilishly, and he cocked the FNC one of his mercenaries handed to him.
“Kill ‘em.” he said, loud enough for the panther and wolf to hear.
“We’re not gonna make it; we gotta go downstairs now!” said Lanin, faster than a jackrabbit.
Lanin and Danny rushed over to the door across from them and slammed into them like their bodies were battering rams. The door swung open, and the next thing they knew they were in the staircase. The stairs looked more glorious than the actual apartment complex with the decorated glass panes they used for the giant window that stretched from the top floor to the basement. The duo started sprinting down the steps, taking four at a time and hopping in some cases just so they wouldn’t get caught.
“Lanin, where the hell is everybody? Shouldn’t someone have heard the shots and called the cops by now?”
“They’re all at work or,”
Lanin grunted as he jumped down a few stairs.
“Or not here. This apartment complex isn’t very popular in case you haven’t noticed and there aren’t that many furries who live here.”
As they were rushing down the stairs, another mercenary on a different floor opened up the door and tried aiming his gun at Lanin and Danny. Danny threw his body into the door so it slammed into the assailant. His finger slipped and he wound up misfiring, hitting the furry who was coming up the stairs in the face. The wolf got outside the door a little more, but before he had time to raise his rifle, Danny punched him in the face. He grabbed the wolf by his left ear and part of his fur and threw him towards the railing. With a loud clang, the wolf was out cold, and one of his teeth flew down the stairs.
“Um…Lanin you get the rifle, I’ll get the pistol he dropped.”
Danny jumped down the stairs and got the USP the wolf dropped while Lanin took the FNC. He picked it up and examined the rifle briefly before he started running down the stairs with Danny, almost tripping over the dead body. He stopped for a moment and looked at the furry’s face.
“I’m sorry Lanin; he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. There’s nothing we can do—”
Lanin chuckled. “Why are you complaining? This guy was my landlord; I don’t gotta pay my rent anymore.”
More bullets. The fugitives looked up at the staircase and noticed Davian was shooting at them. They promptly rushed to the back door and pushed it open, feeling the heat of the sun beaming down on their fur and skin.
“Get the dumpster!”
“What?!”
Lanin shut the door and pinned his back against it so the wolves and Davian wouldn’t burst through and shoot them down.
“Get the dumpster and push it this way until it blocks the door so those mercs won’t follow us out here!”
Danny nodded and walked over to the gray dumpster full of rancid trash and murky yellow water. He pressed his back against one side of the giant trash bin and started grunting as he began to push it backwards. Lucky him, there were wheels on this one, so it didn’t take much effort to glide it down the alleyway full of puddles of water and piss.
“C’mon, c’mon, hurry up!”
Danny grunted and let out a sharp yell as he thrusted himself backwards, eventually pushing the giant metal dumpster in front of the door. It was just in time too; Davian reached the exit and started banging on the metal blue to and from the apartments. But when you have a box made of metal containing all sorts of trash, ranging from scrap metal to moldy pizza bread, you’re gonna have trouble trying to push it out of the way using only a door. The fugitives still came to realization that the dumpster had wheels on it, and it wouldn’t take forever for Davian and his goons to break through.
“All right, now all we need is a car—”
There’s an old saying that went “Ask and you shall receive.” Lanin wanted a car and, almost instantaneously, one came by. The wolf and panther looked down the hallway and heard a car—a black Mercury Milan—screeching its way down the alley. Whoever was driving the car saw the duo and the driver slammed down on the gas pedal. Danny and Lanin took a few steps back before realizing this probably wasn’t just some drunk driver. And it was making no attempt to decelerate.
“Oh shit.”
Lanin held his assault rifle up to the driver and pulled the trigger…and the magazine abruptly fell out and clattered on the ground, in a puddle. Lanin’s eyes grew wide and he suddenly felt embarrassed. He must’ve forgotten his lesson on how to use the FNC.
“Oops.” he said meekly.
“Goddamnit Lanin!”
“You have a gun; use it!”
“I told you, I’m new to this whole shooting lesson!”
“Point the gun at the windshield and fire!”
“But—”
“JUST DO IT!!”
Less than twenty feet away, Danny held up his USP and started firing erratically. Lucky for him, his target was huge, so he didn’t miss too many shots. The first two went straight through the glass, hitting the driver in the face. The three that followed hit the driver again, in the chest, and nicked the wolf sitting beside him in the torso. Another three shots rang, and that was it for the car. The driver (already dead) was hit again in the eye, and another bullet hit the passenger in the pancreas. The car swerved out of control and hit the wall, slamming into a pile of trash cans and shopping carts, shattering the windscreen completely. Danny and Lanin walked over to the car, which was now emitting smoke from its engine and looked inside. The passenger was still alive but unconscious, and with two bullets in his stomach he wouldn’t have much time left. The wolf and panther ran past the car and continued to run down the alley, turning a sharp corner as they reached the street. Danny had a feeling the mercs already glanced at his or Lanin’s license plate so he couldn’t take his own car. Instead, he broke the window of the car in front of his own, a green Lincoln MKZ, and unlocked the door. Sure, he’d probably be thrown in jail for grand theft auto, but that would be a parking ticket compared to what would happen should those mercs find him again. Danny ripped the door open and sat down, unlocking the passenger’s door for Lanin to get in.
“You know how to hot-wire a car?”
“Nope.” said Danny, bashing open the key mechanism with the butt of the USP.
The chunk of plastic broke off and revealed several different wires. Danny took two random colors and connected them together. As a result, he shocked his paws and whined.
“I thought it was yellow to blue?”
Danny connected the yellow and blue wires. That started the car alarm.
“Oh, whoops.”
“What do you mean ‘whoops’?! All those mercs are gonna hear us now!”
“Okay, do red to red!”
Danny connected the red wire to another red wire. After two attempts of the engine starting itself, the car sprang to life, and was now operable. A bullet slammed through the window on Lanin’s side and as they screamed, they saw Davian and the wolves charging towards them. Danny slammed his footpaw on the gas and started speeding down the street in hopes of eluding their assassins. It didn’t take long for the car to disappear into the traffic, and Davian was left without a clue to where his targets could be.
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