Raven Wolf - 04 - The Wounded - Chapter 01 by Kurapika < Submission

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Chapter One

Survival, it causes change, it causes wars, it is beginning and the end of everything, what marks you as either dead or alive.

Sometimes the privileged can forget that survival is and always will be a constant struggle, until of course the world comes crashing down upon them and they are forced to see how weak and vulnerable they actually are. Such as what happened to the humans the day the world ended.

When the world was facing its calamity the humans did not sit idly by and watch, they fought until they could fight it no more, until it was clear that there was nothing that could be done. It was a handful of those privileged with wealth or great intelligence that were chosen to survive, to leave the planet and retreat to safety, temporarily living in orbit until earth was safe to live upon once more.

When the earth healed from its wounds and became prosperous once again the humans returned with the intent to rebuild and once again reclaim their home and lifestyles, upon returning though it was discovered that the humans that had survived on the earth’s surface were no longer human, but primitive and wild beasts, and the ferial creatures that now roamed the lands monstrous hungry for human flesh, even the air that had once been safe to breath was now filled with new illnesses that would quickly infect and kill the humans whose bodies were no longer fit to live on earth.

The humans though living in orbit could not do so forever, though always under strict control their numbers were slowly growing, food, water, air, energy, the space to live, the little they had was beginning to stretch thin, the humans needed to return to the planet, or else they would suffocate themselves and the race would be lost forever.

Somehow the earth would need to be reclaimed from the beasts that now own it, the lands again tamed to support human life, for if this could not be done, the fight for survival concerning the humans would be over.

“Aliens!! They’re orbiting the planet in this spaceship made out of super advanced technology that makes them invisible to everything.”

It is late at night in the domestic city, a rather twitchy rabbit with messy fur yelling out his message of aliens to anyone that passes by him, he going on and on with his propaganda that no one but him seemed to believe. “They’re planning to kill us all and harvest our resources.”

A racoon who is sitting at a bus stop near him lets out a frustrated sigh, this guy having been going on and on about this the entire time he had been here. “I never thought that I would ever look forward to curfew, but it can happen at any time now please!!”

A loud bell tolls signalling the time to be midnight, the few people that were still in the streets quickly making their ways toward buildings and going home, the twitchy rabbit who was so keen on spreading his message to everyone also quickly gathering up his things and heading home as fast as he could.

The racoon lets out a sigh of relief. “Finally!” He watches as the streets become deserted, for a week now the Government Military had issued a midnight curfew that everyone in the city was supposed to follow, this curfew in effect until the two wilds that hand managed to escape the military had been caught.

Once the streets are completely clear the racoon gets to his feet, running back to a building he had been in front of, grabbing onto a drainpipe and quickly climbing up it, pulling himself onto the roof of the building and looking over the side as a military vehicle drives through the empty streets, the soldiers keeping an eye out for both the wilds they were looking for and anyone that might be breaking curfew, the raccoon being careful not to be seen as he makes his way over the building tops.

The raccoon that quickly made his way across the building tops unseen by the military soldiers was known by the name of Fitz, a treasure hunter that worked for the Cadrey Museum of Natural History, as well the personal spy of Eve Cadrey, his mentors’ daughter, this of course a task that he was regrettably stuck with and had not been able to find a way to weasel his way out of yet.

He slows down to a stop, laying down upon the roof and pulling out a pair of binoculars, looking through them and focusing in on his target, a large jackal dressed in a high ranking military uniform that was right now on the streets below him talking to several solders on patrol. This man, known as General Mort, was the big guy that the soldiers were supposed to report to should they find anything suspicious.

At the moment Eve was very interested and concerned on the whereabouts of one of the wilds that the military was right now looking for, the idea for Fitz’s surveillance on General Mort being that if any kind of information was found on him General Mort would be the first that any of the soldiers would report to. So for the last week Fitz had been spending his nights watching this guy and memorizing his routines and schedules.

Fitz lets out a bored yawn, this job not at all an exciting one. “I would much rather be home sleeping...”

He pauses for a moment, putting the binoculars down and looking away from General Mort, a strange chill having run down his spin for some reason, Fitz getting back to his feet and quickly finding a place to hide ducking down behind a ventilation pipe out of sight. A few moments later another figure makes his way to the spot that Fitz has been in, pulling out a pair of binoculars and looking through them as to get a better look at the General.

Fitz watches the figure from where he is hidden, this interesting to him, Fitz having never before seen this person in his life nor having expected to run into someone doing the same thing as him. “I didn’t know Mort was so popular these days.”

The mysterious figure that had intruded upon Fitz’ perfect vantage point looked to be a swift fox, and though he had on him clothing any normal domestic would wear he had sharp claws, a thicker coat and fanged teeth that domestics no longer dawned, he being of wild decent.

The fox stops his surveillance, he turning away from where General Mort was and toward the spot that Fitz was hiding behind. Fitz quickly ducking out of sight as to not be seen by him, he slightly looking back to see if he had been spotted or not only to find the fox gone.

An unfamiliar voice startles Fitz. “I didn’t expect to run into anyone else up here.”

Fitz quickly jumps back from the pipes he had been hiding behind, looking up and spotting the fox now perched on them as he stares down at him. The fox lets out a grin as he looks Fitz over. “Looks like you’re doing the same thing as me, keeping an eye on the good General are we? How long you been doing that for? I just got into town so this is my first day myself.”

Fitz looks the fox over. “Who are you?”

The fox jumps down from the pipes he had been balancing himself on as he now approaches Fitz. “No, no, no let’s not get into all that, I don’t need to know you and you certainly don’t need to know me. You and I, well we don’t even need to know why the other is keeping an eye on the General. What you do need to know though, is that you’d best go back home and not get in my way. I don’t fancy getting caught by the domestic military you see, foreign interrogations are filled with quite a few annoying and unnecessary complications.”

Fitz frowns, not willing to so simply back down. “Hey I’ve been doing this for a week now! If anyone should be backing off it should be you.”

“A week, you’ve been doing this for a week? Well, I suppose that IS interesting as that’s when this whole mess started... still though, I’m afraid that I’m going to have to drive you off. Go on home now, don’t come back, and don’t waste another thought on me, the General or any of this situation. It’s best for you to just stay out of it.”

Fitz lets out a sigh as he rolls his eyes. “What is with me running into all the weirdo’s all the time?” He begins to explain, this not something he could just walk away from. “Look, I’m not doing this because I want to, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to so easily back down from this either, this is my spot, and I was here first.”

The fox is not amused. “Look ‘coon, I’m giving you a very kind warning here, leave, or I’m going to make you regret it.”

Fitz frowns as he turns around walking away. “If that’s the way you want to play the game then fine.” He makes his way down from the rooftop, landing upon the streets below.

Fitz though having voluntarily left the spot looks particularly annoyed with what had happened. “Who does that guy think he is!? Stepping in on my job and then threatening me?” He holds up a phone he had been hiding on him, switching to the photos and finding a picture he had taken of the fox when the intruder had not been paying attention.

One of the soldier’s in the streets spots Fitz, he calling out to him. “Hey! It’s past curfew! What are you still doing out here?”

Fitz runs over to the soldier, he making the most panicked look on his face that he could master. “Thank goodness I’ve been looking everywhere for one of you!” He points to the building that he had just come from. “You guys are looking for those wilds that escaped right? Well on my way home I spotted one on that rooftop over there! I was so scared I think he’s one of the guys that you’re looking for!”

The solider doesn’t waste time in radioing this information to his other companions, he and several other soldiers on the streets that had gotten the report quickly making their way to the building that Fitz had pointed out, Fitz quickly slinking away, knowing that he didn’t want to be anywhere near this area once the fox found out what he had done to him.

He quickly begins making his way to another vantage point, not willing to go back home until his job was done.

*******

General Mort now sits at a desk in his office, he looking up from his work upon hearing the report on the radio about a wild being spotted in the area, he immediately beginning to question the solider through the radio about it. “What does he look like? Are you able to tell for sure that he’s a wild?”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to make out because he won’t stay still, he has canine features though.”

“Canine like a wolf?”

There is a surprise gasp from the radio, it sounding as if the soldier was having a hard time, he eventually answering Mort’s question. “Yes sir, it could be wolf like, it’s really hard to know for certain though he’s really fast.”

General Mort sits back down, the mysterious figure not being who he was looking for then. “Our target has a broken leg, there’s no way he would be able to move fast with it.”

“He got away sir.”

General Mort lets out a frustrated growl. “Leave it then, it’s probably just some rowdy teenager fighting the system by breaking curfew. We run into those more often than I would like.”

“Yes sir.”

The door to the room that General Mort is in opens, a large bull with long sharp horns accompanied by an equally large built wolverine entering the room, the bull looking to Mort as he spoke to him. “General Louis Mort, I trust I’m not interrupting anything.”

General Mort looks back toward the figures that had just arrived, he handing the radio to another soldier in the room and sending him off, it now that soldier’s job to deal with any report that might come in. “No, no, of course not Marshal. I wouldn’t dream of wasting your time.”

The Marshal gives General Mort a condescending grin before taking a seat at the table that is in the room, taking several files and placing them upon the table as he speaks, his voice deep and almost chilling. “Those wilds are surprisingly elusive for being trapped in city, they must be driving you crazy.”

General Mort looks back to the man he had been talking to. “Yes sir, someone must have taken them in and are hiding them from us.”

The bull stares back to him. “You can’t just search everyone’s houses?”

General Mort shakes his head. “Marshal Williams, you should know that we can’t do that, it would be an invasion upon the Domestic rights and freedom act. We’re already pushing it as it is with the curfew and lock up of the city, and even then we can’t keep doing this for much longer, a week, maybe two before we’re forced to call it off.”

Marshal Williams lets out a disgruntled growl. “General Mort, are you aware of the situation that we have on our hands? I assume that this is something you would be aware of considering you should be on top of all of this.”

General Mort nods his head, this man possibly the only one capable of making him as nervous as he was, Williams not only extremely intimidating with the way he presented and handled himself, but having a higher military ranking than him. “Of course I’m aware sir.”

“No Mort, I don’t think you are.” He leans forward on the table, folding his hands in front of him as he begins to explain the situation. “We are at war with a force far more advanced than us, and our only weapon against them, our last chance at winning, is in a location known only by this wild that managed to escape your men and is now hiding somewhere in this city.”

General Mort nods his head. “I have not forgotten.”

He motions toward General Mort wanting for him to take a seat at the table with him. “All right then that brings us to our order of business, I’m sure you’re well aware that there is a reason I asked you to meet with me.” He holds his hand out to the files that he had brought with him. “This entire situation concerning the Power Source we are after is a mess, I need you to explain to Dmitri everything he needs to know about it.”

General Mort takes his seat at the table, he’s eyes on the other soldier that had come in the room with him, a large wolverine with wild features, he the only wild that Mort had seen in the army aside from the Conner siblings. “Is that Dmitri then?”

Williams looks back to the figure that stood patiently behind him as he waited for the conversation to finish. “General Ebon Dmitri to be exact.”

General Mort frowns, this not sounding very pleasing to him at all. “General…”

Williams looks back to Mort beginning to explain. “Oh yes, I suppose that should have been the first thing to bring up, but you’re a Captain now, and he’s the new General.”

“You’re demoting me?”

Williams laughs as if Mort’s question had been a joke. “Come now Louis, you must have known that your constant string of failures would eventually lead to this. General Ebon Dmitri will be replacing you, but before he can do that he needs to be fully aware of the situation.”

Captain Mort looks down at the folders that Williams had placed out for him. “Of course Sir, where would you like me to begin?”

Williams looks back to General Dmitri. “Well then, what would you like to hear about first?”

Dmitri stares at Williams with a frown, he looking to have that angered expression permanently etched on his face. “The targets.”

Marshal Williams looks back to Mort. “Alright then the targets, let’s start with them.”

Mort nods his head as he begins to explain. “The first target is Shiya, a white wolf and more specifically, a member of the extinct snow wolf species that originated in the northern countries, he is documented to be over three hundred years old, yet still looks very young for his age. He is the leader of the wild tribe known by the name of Raven Wolf and is our main target because he the only survivor of the Eden of North travesty. The Eden of North having found and contained one of six very powerful sources of pure energy of which they created a weapon with, one that could topple cities in only a moment. When the Eden of North fell to its own weapon this power source fell into Shiya’s hands, Shiya is currently the only one that knows how to use and control this power, this being proved time and time again by him constantly using it against us when we try to capture him, this being the main reason as to why he is so difficult to contain.”

“The second target is female mouse with brown fur and a white left ear, a Super Solider that Raven Wolf had managed to get their hands on, number Forty Nine of batch 1217. We’ve learned from her comrades calling out to her in battles against her that she now goes by the name of Tahki, and has taken the place as Raven Wolf’s strongest warrior and Shiya’s guardian. So far we’ve only dealt with her once, Shiya being very careful to not include her when he encounters the military, possibly because he knew we might recognize her as a Super Soldier. Because of the orders you sent to capture the Super Soldiers of Raven Wolf she was contained and brought back along with Shiya whom my men had also managed to catch, but during transport Super Soldier number Forty Nine attacked my men and escaped, taking Shiya with her.”

Marshal Williams lets out a disgruntled snort. “Leave it to a Super Solider to mess things up, wasn’t it number Twenty Six that botched the assassination on the Milford boy? Honestly those things are more trouble then they’re worth.”

He continues to question Mort, getting back on topic. “Alright then, how are the targets managing to keep from getting caught when they’re in the middle of a military controlled Domestic city? Do the targets have any contacts that we know about that may be helping them out?”

Captain Mort nods his head, there indeed being a name that came to mind. “The Cadrey and Conner families are the only ones that I know of that they might know. Eve Cadrey was a scientist that worked for us when project number 1502 was still in effect, while Teddy Conner was the soldier assigned to guard the test subject, this task taken by his sister Dolly Conner when subject 1502 was relocated. These three became involved in Raven Wolf when the mission involving the fake peace treaty went into effect, subject 1502 saw a vision of the event in his dream, he saw how we managed to capture Shiya’s daughter and bring her in, and also saw the face of the solider order to shoot and kill Kit Milford. When we tried to figure out why such an event would be connected to him we learned through DNA samples that subject 1502 and Iuana, Shiya’s daughter whom we had captured, were related, because of this fact he was moved to a different facility where Dolly Conner became his assigned guard, while Teddy Conner, who was more skilled than his sister, was assigned the task of keeping the problematic Iuana under control.”

“We constantly questioned Iuana about the weapon and power source from the Eden of North, but she didn’t have the answers we were looking for, we still needed Shiya. I devised a plan in which I would release Iuana and allow her to think that she had escaped, without a doubt she would return to her father and people and we intended to follow her back to them. Unfortunately the situation did not go as predicted, somehow despite our efforts she had found out about her brother and attacked the facility holding him, kidnapping him and taking her bother as well as Teddy Conner and Eve Cadrey hostage.”

“Before returning to her father and people she unfortunately found out about the tracking device we had on her, most likely from Mr. Conner who had military experience. Both Mr. Conner and Professor Cadrey had little choice but to stay with the Raven Wolf tribe during that ordeal, Cadrey eventually came back, but Mr. Conner ended up joining the ranks of Raven Wolf.”

“Eve Cadrey lives in the museum run by her family, along with her father Peter Cadrey, her sister Gracie Cadrey and adopted brother Fitz Cadrey. We’ve questioned Eve and she has no information on the whereabouts of our targets, and with Mr. Cadrey’s permission we searched the museum from top to bottom and found no signs of either of the targets. We also have guards stationed at the museum entrances, should the targets chose to go there.”

“As for the Conner family, well Teddy’s parents have been confronted and questioned, and they are not particularly happy with their son joining Raven Wolf, and would be very unlikely to help the targets out, the father in particular stating that he would rip Shiya to shreds if he saw him. With their permission we searched the house and found nothing.”

“As for Dolly Conner, she’s one of the soldiers tasked with retrieving Raven Wolf’s leader, it is very doubtful that she would be helping her own targets to elude us. Never the less because of her connection to Teddy her home was searched and nothing was found.”

Williams nods his head, it seeming as if most of the bases had been covered, there still though another contact that may have helped the targets. “What about that computer hacker that’s been causing you problems? The one that only interferes with the files concerning Shiya?”

Captain Mort lets out a sigh. “Sixty Six, also known as Van Berights, was at one time able to hack into her files, and we were able to get her name and image from it. Lumia Masters, daughter of Professor Masters, one of the True Blood’s most gifted scientists. From what we can tell she isn’t working for the True Bloods at all, and for some reason she has taken a personal interest in Raven Wolf’s leader, she probably has found out about him having accesses to one of the six sources, what she would want with that though is unknown. There have been no signs that she had had any contact with him, not that we know of anyway. Sixty Six has also pointed out that the computer program of Lumia’s he keeps running into is sentient in nature, and could be seen as another person even though it’s still a computer program, that meaning that she isn’t working alone.”

Williams doesn’t look all that pleased with the information. “Well it’s certainly bothersome having a hacker that even Sixty Six can’t get rid of. At least we know she’s not working directly for the True Bloods or even Raven Wolf and is following her own agenda. Still though, she is eventually going to have to be found and dealt with. What about Raven Wolf’s inside men, that tribe of wilds has a lot of knowledge on us for a bunch of technically challenged savages, they must have spies among us, leaks that are giving them information on us and warnings of our advances.”

Mort nods his head. “We have found and dealt with several of these leaks, but we have not gotten all of them. Our biggest source of information loss was found out to be Marty Eliot, one of the lead scientists that worked on our communications system. When we moved in to arrest him though his house was already cleared out, he nor any of his family members, his grandson Luca and great granddaughter Ophelia who had been living with him at the time, anywhere to be found.”

“As for the leaks that still remain, we deal with them for now buy keeping information strictly between myself and the handful of soldiers directly assigned to the mission. Our biggest problem concerning this though is that it’s not Shiya these individuals report to, it’s a woman named Shanira.”

Williams frowns at the mention of that name. “This woman isn’t mentioned in your reports, yet the name sounds familiar.”

Mort begins to explain there being a reason for that. “We chose to exclude this information from the official reports because of who this woman is. Shanira is the wife of Bernard Kyri, one of the government militaries science department’s highest financial supporters. If we so much as mention her name in a report we risk our funding from him be cut, and as things stand we cannot afford for that to happen.”

Williams leans back in his chair. “Well then, I suppose that’s all there is to it.” He looks back to General Dmitri. “That’s the situation, hopefully you can clean up this mess and get everything back in order.”

Dmitri speaks up, his voice harsh and raspy. “I won’t run into any problems I’m sure.” He looks back to Mort, now beginning to question him. “So what about the soldiers that I’ll have to work with on this project, I’ve heard that because of your mess up we’ve got a limited number of soldiers on the project, only six in total.”

Mort nods his head, that indeed being the truth. “Yes… if you didn’t include me there were only six soldiers assigned to the project, five of them are Super Soldiers though, so even though the number is small their skills are unparalleled.”

Dmitri lets out a deep hiss. “Super Soldiers then? You would think with five Super Soldiers under your belt that you would have this situation under control. I suppose poor management can only get you so far.”

General Dmitri lets out a laugh when he sees the annoyed look that Mort has on his face, he continuing to question him. “Tell me about these new soldiers of mine.”

Mort begins to go through the Super Soldiers one by one. “Super Soldier number Seventy Four of batch 0031, tiger decent, male. Codename Kane Swartz, he is the one I appointed as the lead soldier on this project. He takes his work very seriously, you could say that he’s obsessive when it comes to it. He’s constantly going over case files, in fact there’s hardly a moment when he’s not reading through the files related to his current assignment.”

“Super Soldier number Sixty Six of batch 0648, feline decent, male. Codename Vaan Berights. He’s is an intelligence model with little to no combat capabilities. His strengths lie in his hacking, programming and strategizing skills. When it comes to these things the military has no one better. He’s almost constantly at the computer trying to combat the military’s current hacker problem, if not for him a lot more information would have been stolen, and the identity of the hacker would have never been found.”

“Super Soldier number Eighteen of batch 1033, mink decent, male. Codename Chase Lockheart. The most superior soldier when it comes to combat capabilities, unfortunately there is an error in his genetic code that makes him constantly tired. Personality wise I would have to say that Lockheart is the softest and most easy going of the super soldiers, he’s also the only Super Solider to show an interest in things outside of work.”

“Super Solider number Two of batch 1286, coyote decent, male. Codename Alistair Quincy. Very temperamental and easy to anger, you need to be very stern when dealing with him. Is also obsessed with his looks, don’t mention the scar on his face if you want to stay on his good side. He doesn’t get along well with any of the Super Soldiers aside from Swartz, and is constantly starting fights with them.”

“Dolly Conner, is of the Wilds bloodline but was born and raised as a Domestic, wolf decent, female. She is the only solider I could find that could keep up with the Super Soldiers, she can’t compare to them but she can at least keep in pace with them and work well with them. Is the twin sister to Teddy Conner, who used to be a military soldier, but has recently defected to the Wilds. Due to a head injury she received during the last operation she is currently on a temporary sick leave, but will resume her position shortly.”

“Miss. Conner was originally taken in on the project to act as a partner to Super Solider number Twenty Six of batch 1342, skunk decent, male. Codename Zack Magellan, the second best when it came to combat capabilities. He went MIA during the last mission to capture Raven Wolf’s leader, captured and taken by the True Blood that had intervened with the trials.”

William speaks up once Mort has finished. “Magellan… I remember him, that was the youngest and hardest to capture and control, he was only fourteen when we acquired him. We ended up assigning you as his guardian because he needed constant supervision.”

Mort nods his head. “Yes sir, that’s him.”

General Dmitri lets out a chilling laugh. “It seems to me that you had a good group of soldiers to work with, if you’re not getting results with a group like that then you clearly aren’t pushing hard enough.”

Mort frowns as he looks back to Dmitri, the Super Soldiers not perfect nor invincible, they doing everything they could. “They are doing the best that they can, if I push them any harder than I already am they’re going to break! Super Solider or not they still have their limits, they’re still people.”

Dmitri holds his hands out as he begins walking toward Mort. “People? Please, those things are nothing more than inadequate experiments, nothing more than trash to their creators, garbage that we decided to scavenge. We should see them as tools of war and nothing more, if you don’t treat them as such then of course you’re not going to get results from them.”

General Dmitri looks back to Marshal Williams. “I’ll have this whole mess cleaned up and those targets captured without fail, you have nothing to worry about.”

*******

Fitz watches and listens to the conversation from his location. “This can’t be good, the military is already a pain in the neck as it is, if this new guy takes over it’s gonna be a lot worse, he makes General Mort look like a kitten compared to him.” He laughs to himself. “Or I guess that’s Captain Mort now, being told that must have really burned him.”

“You’re not the brightest fellow are you raccoon?”

Fitz looks away from his target, staring back behind him to find the wild fox he had run into earlier, the Wild right now perched near him on the building he was on. Fitz grins when he recognizes him, speaking to him in a taunting voice. “How was your little meet up with the soldiers?”

The fox’s tales twitches angrily. “You you are aware that you’re going to regret doing that, I hope you’re prepared because this is really going to hurt you.” He snarls baring his sharp fangs as he prepares to leap at Fitz.

Fitz quickly turns around running away, there no way he was going to get into a fight with someone that had such sharp claws and teeth, the fox quickly chasing after him. “Get back here!”

Fitz yells back at him not slowing down for a moment. “Yeah about that, I’m gonna have to give you a no on that one.”

*******

Professor Eve Cadrey, a pretty red fox who worked at her father’s museum of natural history, lets out a surprised shock when one of the windows to the outside opens and Fitz comes climbing in through it. “Fitz!” She lets out a relived sigh upon recognizing him, the racoon having almost given her a heart attack. “What are you doing back so early?”

Fitz closes the window behind him as he begins to explain. “I ran into some unexpected trouble.” He hands his phone with the picture he had taken to Eve. “Some wild decided to spy on General Mort at the same time I intended to, he even knew the best place to be watching the general from.”

Eve stares at the picture. “Nice picture, he’s pretty cute looking.”

Fitz grabs the phone back from her. “This isn’t a time to be fawning over him! He threatened me after running into him you know, and then after he chased me with the intent of doing me a great amount of bodily harm. Took me forever to lose him, that guy moves as fast as the wind I swear!”

Eve places her hand on her chin as she thinks this information over. “What would a wild like him want with the general?”

Fitz shakes his head, there being more to this sneaky fox than just that. “This guy isn’t just any wild, he’s a pro at his job! I was at the perfect vantage point, only someone who really knew what they were doing would pick that spot. Someone other than you is wanting to keep an eye on Mort.”

Eve frowns. “Fitz... there are plenty of wilds that have gone domestic in the city. Even if he has been asked to keep an eye on General Mort what makes you think that he’s a professional, so he picked the same spot as you, it could be a coincidence.”

Fitz shakes his head, he too smart to think that this was just a coincidence. “He said this was his first day in town Eve. You and I both know that this city has been in lock down since those two wilds escaped and were lost in the city. No one had been able to leave or enter the city for a week, but this guy somehow managed to get in. For him to get into the city without being noticed, that makes him a professional. A very angry professional.”

He frowns taking a seat on one of the museum displays. “Aside from him, General Mort did not have a very good night tonight, or to be more correct, Captain Mort.”

Eve looks a little surprised to hear this. “General Mort was demoted to Captain?”

Fitz nods his head yes. “And replaced with someone ten times as mean and nasty as him, some guy named Ebon Dmitri. Shiya better be hiding in a good place, because it’s not going to be a pretty sight if that guy manages to find him.”

Eve begins to follow Fitz as he makes his way down the museum halls. “So what’s going on then? Any idea on what their next move might be? Any clues as to where Shiya might be hiding?”

Fitz shakes his head having not been able to stay long enough to listen to much more then the introduction report to Dmitri. “That fox chased me off before they could get to that. Oh, there was one thing Mort said that that really got to me, gave me the shivers just hearing it.”

Eve presses him on the matter this sounding important. “What did he say!?”

Fitz comes to a stop as he turns back to Eve looking at her. “He called me your adoptive brother.” He shudders at the thought. “Urg, I don’t want to even imagine officially being related to you. That’s just... it felt like creepy spiders were crawling all over me when he said that! It wasn’t pleasant.”

Eve lets out a growl at the comment. “Fitz I swear one of these days-”

Fitz enters the museum elevator, pressing the button for the basement and leaning back as he waited for it to move, Eve stopping outside of elevator and crossing her arms, a panicked look filling the raccoon’s face when he realizes what she is doing, he quickly jumping up and stopping the elevator doors from closing on him. “Wait! Wait! Wait!! What are you doing!? Why aren’t you getting in the elevator with me?”

Eve smiles slyly at him. “I’m sorry, did you want me to come with you? I was starting to think otherwise seeing as how you were insulting me!”

Fitz lets out a fake laugh quickly taking it all back. “Oh come on it was just a joke, no need to get so worked up about it!” He frowns his expression turning serious. “Now get in the elevator! I am not talking to her alone!!”

Eve shakes her head still refusing to budge. “You should have thought of that before opening you big mouth to insult me like that, besides she’s been here a week now, I think it’s about time to get over your unfounded fears of her and learn how to talk to her without me there having to babysit you.”

Fitz shakes his head no not wanting to do that at all, the person in question Tahki, the super solider of Raven Wolf that the military was right now searching for. “Eve, she’s a Super Solider, do you have any idea how scary those things are? She may look nice on the outside, but inside she’s a black evil monster that’s out for blood!”

Eve sighs, though Tahki was defiantly serious and strict it didn’t make her a monster. “Oh come on she’s nothing like that.” She places her hands on Fitz’s hands, pushing them off of the elevator doors and allowing them to close. “You’ll be just fine on your own.”

Fitz begins to panic as the doors close. “Wait!” He lets out an angered growl. “Foxes!! The bane of my existence!!” He runs a circle around the elevator trying to think of what to do about this. “Gotta stop this thing, gotta stop this!!” He remembers about the emergency stop button he turning to push it just as the doors to the elevator open. Fitz cringing as he stares into the cold, dimly lit basement. “Oh boy...”

He starts pressing the button for the doors on the elevator to close, this not working for him as the elevator was already had already been locked from him pressing the emergency button. “Just great!!” He gives a frustrated sigh as he gets off of the elevator walking out into the basement of the museum. “Ok Fitz get a hold of yourself, even if she is a scary monster Super Solider she’s got no beef with me, Eve’s probably right I should be fine... probably.”

He slowly creeps through the museum’s basement, it filled with all kinds of supplies and exhibit pieces that were either broken, out dated, of little interest, or seasonal. “Hello...?” He coughs clearing his throat, his voice having squeaked horribly in fear when he had spoken up, he trying again this time without sounding so pathetic. “I mean, Hello! Super Soldier, I have a question for you that I need you to answer before I go back upstairs where it’s safe.”

He continues to slowly and cautiously make his way through the dust filled crates and exhibits in the basement. “Hello? Are you sleeping? If you are that’s fine too, I wouldn’t want to wake you.”

A voice from behind him startles him. “What’s your question?”

Fitz lets out a surprised yelp as he instinctively runs forward to distance himself from the person that had spoken up, this followed by crashing sounds, followed by groans of pain.

The woman who had spoken up lets out a sigh, Fitz always acting like this whenever she had to deal with him, she a tall brown mouse with a white left ear, though she was known by friends and members of Raven wolf as Tahki, to the military she was Super Solider number Forty Nine of batch 1217, the Super Solider that belonged to the Raven Wolf tribe that had caused all the trouble the domestic military was right now facing, she one of the two targets the military was right now scouring the city for.

Tahki moves forward stopping in front of an old exhibit of a sabre-toothed tiger who’s teeth and right ear had been broken off, forcing the broken exhibit to be shoved down here in the basement, Fitz having perched himself on top of it during his surprised reaction. “Are you going to be doing this every time you have to see me?”

Fitz takes his phone, holding it toward her for Tahki to take, the picture of the wild fox he had run into being displayed on it. “You wouldn’t happen to know this guy would you?”

Tahki takes the phone from him with her left arm, her right arm currently broken and in a cast and sling. She staring down at the photo that Fitz has taken. “Where did you see him?”

Fitz begins to explain while still maintaining his spot atop the broken museum exhibit. “I ran into him when I was doing your and Eve’s dirty work of spying on the General.” He reaches down into his pocket, taking out a recorder that he had used to record the entire conversation between the three men with. “Here, unlike most nights I’ve been watching him stuff actually happened this time, you might want to listen to this.”

Tahki stares at him, she only having one free hand right now, she already holding the phone with the image. “Give me a moment will you?”

Fitz looks annoyed with the request. “What!? You think I have all the time in to world to just spend up here on this old dusty thing.”

Tahki shakes her head. “Well, you could come down from there.”

“No way!”

Tahki looks back down to the picture, the person indeed looking familiar, she though unable to place him. “I think I have seen him before, but I can’t recall where.”

Fitz frowns that not being much of a help. “Aren’t you supposed to be a super solider? You should know these things.”

Tahki frowns as she holds the phone back to him, now taking the recording device from him. “I’m a Super Solider, not a Perfect Solider or an all knowing being of any kind like you seem to think.” She turns away giving Fitz some distance so that he would feel a little more comfortable with going back down to the ground. “Though I have to admit I would love to be an all knowing being right now. What I wouldn’t give to find out the chieftain’s location... even just knowing if he’s alright or not would be a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders.”

She presses a button on the device that Fitz had given her, beginning to playback and listen to the conversation between the ex-general and the two new big shots in the military that would undoubtedly be causing her problems.

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