On His Mane's Secret Service - #12
The morning dawned cloudy and ominous, with dark clouds looming from the west. Ra'Jirra was up with the sun's rise and leaned out of her window, taking in the morning's coolness, while noting the odd glow of red that underlit the clouds. The morning...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #11
She woke up early and dressed quickly as Dar'Amon roused himself. "Raj? Where are you going?" "Just... stay here, will you? I've got something to do. I should be back before midday." "Can I come along? It doesn't take me long to get dressed!" he...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #10
As she rushed out of the room and down the hall, Ra'Jirra's mind was racing. Dar'Amon was back, but what mood would he be in? He might be here to say goodbye. And how had he found out where she was anyway? As she got to the top of the stairs, she...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #9
The house had been converted to serve as the first ever Argonian embassy - as far as Ra'Jirra knew, anywhere in the world. Though they were expecting a larger contingent of Argonians than the three who actually arrived, it still felt cozy when they...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #16
Chapter 16 In the end, the wedding was a much less private affair than she'd expected. No longer a Concubine of the Mane, there was no need for secrecy. In fact, the little chapel had filled to overflowing with the Mane and all the other concubines...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #15
Chapter 15 Sometime later, she opened them. She finally understood what the Hist were trying to explain. It was a mushroom. She didn't know it's name - plants were definitely not something she had ever paid much attention to, let alone mushrooms -...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #14
Chapter 14 She had just time enough to yell a reminder, "SILENCE WARD!" to Isdra before she was knocked to the floor. The guards wouldn't be coming from the Prime Concubine's scream alone. But when it came, the impact wasn't from the direction of the...
The Lone Wolf Pack
A stalemate ensued, with the secret service personnel holding the new alien at gunpoint.
Weapon - Blooming
I left the apartment telling the secret service guys they could go in, poor bastards look so wound up and tight, guess it comes with the job.
Chapter 10
More cheering came from the crowd as i accompanied the president back into the white house, the rest of the squad and secret service agents following. the war was finally over.
Liberation of the White House
\*hours later\* "you're good, madam president," a secret service agent brushed off the tattered, beaten up female jackal, who wore a black tuxedo.
The Name Is Black, Jet Black, Part Two
Again i considered my reply, "well, and please don't take my comments the wrong way, but i'm pretty sure that they won't allow a mouse into the secret service".