Post by Lude on Apr 8, 2016 7:33:25 GMT -8
The new Dossier he received not like others he had gotten in recent months. A new threat had begun to surface, just underneath the watchful eyes of ZPD. Of course, His boss, Mr. Big, had made it clear to him that anything that happens, should be kept from the police for as long as possible. Business was already difficult these days, not to mention the newest burden on Big's shoulders.
"There is a copy cat out there, Lude." he had began their meeting with.
Apparently, much like with murder cases, there are radicals and psychopaths out there, willing and eager to imitate anyone successful at their trade. A business rival had hired a copy cat night-howler darter and had been using them to target clients, agents, and past business partners. That was where Lude came in.
"I'm trusting you to keep a former business partner of mine safe. She doesn't have much in the way of family, but she's a target none the less, a good mechanic that even Gran-mama would be saddened to lose. I'm trusting you, Lude, you've done good work before, I don't doubt you will now." He had started reading through the Dossier as soon as it was handed to him. Looked easy enough, a smaller target was already harder to hit, and he was large enough that if he could keep moving in case of an attack, he would be the primary target as he was the larger threat.
"You got it boss. I wont let you down" He gave a mock salute to show his understanding before leaving the room continuing to flip through the dossier.
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Savannah Central was probably one of his least favorite locations to visit. Too many people, not wet enough, not cold enough. Too many buildings up high and down low. His ears twitched following various sounds his mind thought may be suspicious as he made his way through to the small Mechanic shop was the only way to avoid some of the remote discomfort. The building was a small, yet relatively busy repair shop in which apparently a young stoat worked on fixing cars and various bikes other animals brought in from time to time.
He stopped his vehicle in the small parking lot outside and stepped out. His get up was nearly police in nature but without any indication of rank or name. He had to lose the coat otherwise other animals might report him for suspicious behavior. He popped in a pair of ear-plugs he had ordered that would block out potential howls yet still allow him to hear average conversation, the job came first and he had to make sure instincts were second. Stuffing the dossier into his uniform he made his way into the shop proper. The overwhelming stink of oil and grease, metal parts and gasoline were enough to make anyone sick. Looking around there was no sign of the stoat.
"Erin Mustela?" He called out, taking a moment to smell some of the tools to catch a scent. A strong scent was hidden under the oil and grime and he followed it to the hood of a car in progress. He called out her name once more and hit the side of the car with the bottom of his fist for good measure.
All he had to do now was wait.
"There is a copy cat out there, Lude." he had began their meeting with.
Apparently, much like with murder cases, there are radicals and psychopaths out there, willing and eager to imitate anyone successful at their trade. A business rival had hired a copy cat night-howler darter and had been using them to target clients, agents, and past business partners. That was where Lude came in.
"I'm trusting you to keep a former business partner of mine safe. She doesn't have much in the way of family, but she's a target none the less, a good mechanic that even Gran-mama would be saddened to lose. I'm trusting you, Lude, you've done good work before, I don't doubt you will now." He had started reading through the Dossier as soon as it was handed to him. Looked easy enough, a smaller target was already harder to hit, and he was large enough that if he could keep moving in case of an attack, he would be the primary target as he was the larger threat.
"You got it boss. I wont let you down" He gave a mock salute to show his understanding before leaving the room continuing to flip through the dossier.
~~~
Savannah Central was probably one of his least favorite locations to visit. Too many people, not wet enough, not cold enough. Too many buildings up high and down low. His ears twitched following various sounds his mind thought may be suspicious as he made his way through to the small Mechanic shop was the only way to avoid some of the remote discomfort. The building was a small, yet relatively busy repair shop in which apparently a young stoat worked on fixing cars and various bikes other animals brought in from time to time.
He stopped his vehicle in the small parking lot outside and stepped out. His get up was nearly police in nature but without any indication of rank or name. He had to lose the coat otherwise other animals might report him for suspicious behavior. He popped in a pair of ear-plugs he had ordered that would block out potential howls yet still allow him to hear average conversation, the job came first and he had to make sure instincts were second. Stuffing the dossier into his uniform he made his way into the shop proper. The overwhelming stink of oil and grease, metal parts and gasoline were enough to make anyone sick. Looking around there was no sign of the stoat.
"Erin Mustela?" He called out, taking a moment to smell some of the tools to catch a scent. A strong scent was hidden under the oil and grime and he followed it to the hood of a car in progress. He called out her name once more and hit the side of the car with the bottom of his fist for good measure.
All he had to do now was wait.
