Rain pattered outside the window as the neon lights of a cramped high rise
cityscape shone through from the perspective of a fine dining restaurant.
"We recently had to deny some nearby upstarting contractors who manufacture, apparently, drivable mechs. They didn't seem all too practical for our line of work. That, and their company seemed kinda shady."
Spoke a male feline dressed in black business wear. There were two of them seated at a dining table; one in black and one in gray. On a far wall could be spotted a stylized logo of a horse holding a spear, surrounded in flames. The one in black resumed, "city's been acting strange lately. Accidental deaths that are too convenient to be accidents, some found crushed in their cars with no explanation. You could make bank on some of the stories you'll find here."
His whiskers slightly twitched as he lifted a water filled wine glass to his maw. The sound of a chair pulling out could be heard in the distance as the place had already begun to clear out. Just a moment later, the one in gray chimed in. "I have plenty of stories from back in the field." He paused. "When the enemy got lucky and lit us all up like professionals, though none of them could hit the side of a barn or coordinate a team, only me and the engineer - my buddy with the rabbit-head-and-cross-bone tattoo made it. He blamed me for the whole incident later on, and I haven't seen him since."
The eyes of the one in black drifted slightly, but remained steady as the other continued.
"There was a similar incident when working with you guys. I'm glad I stopped taking the riskier jobs. I was ready to give in with the web between my thumb and finger shot." The incident he was referring to took place some time after he was admitted into the secret service they work in. It involved a terrorist stealing a brain boosting serum, who him and his then team got overconfident with and thought their better training would far outweigh the odds against. Nearly the entire team was wiped out. "Only me and Katherine survived." It was another stroke of luck that saved them, and the situation left him with more scarring than the minor graze to his hand.
He paused for a longer moment as a waiter holding a collection of plates passed by.
"Some people who saw me in uniform acted like I was part of the strike on those polluting obsolete power plants and asked me if I could find them another planet. I don't know what I'd be doing if I hadn't been taken in, and being in a position as cozy as my current one feels surreal."
Another moment passed as the gray suited cat turned his gaze to the windows. It was still pouring heavily. "I thought I spotted a familiar face just down the street before we came in here." The eyebrow of the one in black twitched a smidge. A chandelier above swayed slightly, and a dampened thud could be heard somewhere across the room. Suddenly, a nearby wall was broken through by a multi-barrel rotary gun sticking out of a mechanical arm with the image of crossed bones centered by a rabbit head spray painted on it. The gun spins, and the wall crumbles before the arm as it slowly aims towards the table, prompting the two to duck under it.
A few minutes earlier, a man of some species in rugged clothing, in a pitch dark storage room closed a door behind himself and operated on some machine controls. He was running out of options, he knew there was someone he had to rescue, and that someone else was in the way.
![Christopher [WiP?]](https://sf.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/2375/2375657_Ladam_real_bat_12i_watermarked_noncustom.jpg "Christopher [WiP?]")
