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"So, Mitchell, you understand your job?" The earpiece crackled in his ear as he made his way through the colonial era city's convoluted alleyways and streets

"Yeah. Get you an opening. Can do." He smirked, the smile breaking his fat, Irish face. "Piece of cake. It's an old Handelson system. Some random three year old could figure that out."

Well...at three he could have. But when you bounce from family to family, never landing anywhere solid you find one thing constant. For him, that had been locks and computers.

"There's a room in quadrant 6-B that should have some uniforms to make it even easier."

"Well, guess I'll have to check it out."

Mitchell smiled as he headed out, his soft footfalls echoing down the corridors of the facility substructure as he headed toward the entrance shown on the map Reid had given him.

"Idiots. You would think they'd keep their security systems separate from the normal power and internet grid. All it took was a script and it's looping for me. Never mind the shitty security at this entrance."

As he chuckled, he couldn't hear the whirring of the hidden camera above him zooming in on him as he quickly picked the lock into the back room of the supply building. The unblinking eye watched him slip his portly body into the door before it closed tightly and relocked behind him, a solenoid inside the doorframe clicking into place, locking it into position and locking Mitchell inside.

Mitchell hear the click, overlooking it as the sound of the latch closing as it clicked into the locked position, his mind already trying to move onto the next stage of his infiltration plan as he quickly moved through the shadows of heavy boxes and discarded tables and machinery that littered the crowded shelves. His path snaked around the floodlights illuminating the hall in their orange glow, soft steps reaching no farther than his own ears.

Making his way through the room, Mitchell spied the locker rooms off to the side. Whoever designed the security at this facility was an idiot. It only took a few detours around the crowded storage room to make his way unnoticed to the locker room, slipping through the unlocked door.

"Are they inviting me in? Damn." He smirked as his eyes roved along the ceiling, catching only one camera pointed toward the wall. "Guess it's a good thing they're upgrading the area. Too little, too late though." That ugly smirk crossed his face again as he internally laughed at the stupidity of the facility as he slid toward one of the cracked lockers.

Pulling the locker open he only found a pair of boots, slacks, a spandex undershirt, polyester uniform top, Kevlar vest, duty belt, complete with radio, and a pair of leather gloves laying inside. His eyes ran through the uniform, the gold bars on the collar catching his eye along with the odd shape attached to the gloves at the wrist. At the base of the black leather gloves, a bracelet wrapped around where the arm would be.

"Well...guess they don't use cards...but hopefully these'll work." Mitchell grabbed the radio and gloves, heading for the locked door opposite the entrance. Pressing the gloves against the reader, he grunted as the light remained red, not even blinking as he pressed the transmitters against them. "Fuck. Bios. "

He grunted as he headed back toward the locker, looking into the locker and pulling the wired uniform out. "Must be a whole system. I don't see a battery so must be one of those damn bio-suits. Fuck!" Mitchell swore. That meant he had to actually wear the suit. They weren't supposed to have this sorta stuff. It was just supposed to be rent-a-cops.

Grumbling the whole time, the thief undressed, dressing as quickly as the ill fitting clothing allowed. Thankfully the spandex top held his beer and whiskey fed gut in enough that he could actually fit into the vest and slacks. The heavy Kevlar vest he wrapped tightly around his gut, the upper half of the vest hanging loosely from his chest as he tried to tighten it up just enough to hang and hold himself in. The slacks bunched up at his ankles, the bastard they typically covered apparently taller and fitter than he was, but they would work. The heavy leather wrapped tightly around his feet, his own shoes tossed haphazardly in the locker as the slacks covered him. Barely.

"Of course I can't get the damn guard that actually has one piece of clothing that fits me." Mitchell grunted as he pressed his feet into the boots, wrapping them around his foot, trying to force their fit so they were close enough to his body to draw some of the electric energy from his steps to power the rest of the suit. Along with the chips and wiring throughout the uniform this should not only camouflage him from whatever camera operators actually were on duty but also hopefully his main skills would be less necessary.

Slipping the uniform top over the Kevlar, he tried to hide what he could of the Kevlar. He didn't know if the guards typically wore vests or whether it was there as a 'what if'. He slipped the odd radio clip over his ear, feeling its odd shape hanging off slightly no matter how he wiggled it or moved his head. With a shrug he flipped the switch, hearing nothing but silence in the earpiece.

"Good." He spoke softly as he moved toward the door, feeling the poorly fitting uniform chafe and restrain his step, hoping that his odd gait wouldn't set any type of interest off on the off chance he ran into any rent-a-cops. This was already not going to plan.

Pulling a ballcap down over his head to shield his face as much as he could, he headed for the door. The magnetic lock beeped and released as he pressed his gauntlet against it, the light flashing green as before he hurried through.

Mitchell knew the main computer room was located deep in the bowels of the catacombs beneath the casino, but given that Reid had missed the fact that the internal systems were at least partially biometric electronics he figured he should take a look at the remote security station that should be just a little bit out of the way.

His soft, clipped steps echoed down the hallway, the voice of concern in the back of his head drowned out by the confidence he had in the electronic reconnaissance that he had performed. The lack of cameras, the ease of breaking in and the simplicity of the system that was supposedly protecting a brand new casino system should have set klaxons howling inside his head, but the smug grin stayed plastered on his head.

As he passed through the dimly lit corridor, far from his footsteps, a grin passed across a feline face. The striped muzzle flashed a grin as she felt, rather than saw Mitchell passing through her casino. The ward defending her hallways sent her just enough of a link to his mind that she could see what lay waiting for her pride and joy. But rather than fear at the loss of her hard earned seed money, a shiver ran through her body as her finger quickly banged out a keyboard command before swinging her legs onto the desk she sat at.

Leaning back, her maw grew into an even more predatory grin as she sipped at the glass of sherry in her paw. "Time to watch the show," she purred as the figure on the screen changed posture just a little bit.

Mitchell's eyes prowled the dim hall as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was different. Slipping into a side corridor, he took a moment to try and pull himself together.

"Must be the suit." He mumbled softly to himself as he headed down the corridor, the sudden shot of adrenaline sending a jolt through his brain, almost like a instantaneous headache that disappeared as soon as it began.

His footsteps continued to echo down the hall as he headed further toward the security checkpoint. His hands landed effortlessly on the radio and hickory baton as his eyes scanned the walls and doors, looking for any sign of habitation or monitoring. Brown eyes deep in that wide face sharpened to a brilliant green as the warmth of the building held tightly onto him. The wet patches from under his arms were drying just barely fast enough that they were not unbearable, but his chest and back bore the brunt, the heavy vest holding the moisture against him.

As he made his way through the hall, his cockiness came back, replacing the nerves as he almost grew more comfortable. It was almost as if everything was settling properly into place as he rounded the final corner, swiping into the security office as if it was second nature. The door unlocked with a click as the lights inside flashed on, the hum of computer fans buzzing in his ears as he closed the door, hearing it click locked behind him.

As his eyes swept over the walls and desk surface, the hoped for maps or diagrams sadly weren't there yet. But in the center of the room, a dim monitor glowed on the desk.

"Guess I'll be doing this the new fashioned way rather than the easy way." A soft growl echoed from his throat as he coughed softly. "Must be the dry air killing my throat." He grimaced as he grabbed the seat by the wall, pulling it toward him with an abnormally loud clatter of wheels and plastic. As he sat, a sigh escaped his lips as he ran his tongue along them, wetting them in the dry air.

The longer canines missed his recognition as his tongue passed right by them.

The band on his gloves served as the login to the computer, drawing a snort from his darkening nose before he pulled them off. His fingers landed naturally on the keyboard, his toes drumming absent-mindedly in the boots as he went through a well practiced routine to take a quick look at the structure of the computer system.

With a dark grin, it took only a minute or two to pull up the security diagrams of the site. He wasn't too far off from the main computer room, but the system was actually not set up completely incompetently as every encounter so far had suggested to him. The main outer access that he needed to breach actually worked as an airlock system. And it took two people.

A growl of frustration echoed through the room as he realized that he'd have to put together a quick program to automate opening the inner door after he managed to open the outer door from the computer room. Shaking his hands to try and get the blood back flowing into them. With almost practiced ease he unbuttoned the top few buttons of the shirt, loosening the shoulder and hip straps of the vest so that it better wrapped around his chest.

"These things suck for people built like me." Taking a breath, he let it out with pleasure as his larger chest and thinner waist were better able to breath and the circulation in his arms was no longer cut off by the tight vest. His booted foot unrolled the hem of his slacks down his legs, the cool air conditioning in the room sending a shiver where the slacks and the boots gapped. It rubbed his hairy legs a bit wrong, but felt much better than having the slacks hiked up and exposing the leg.

'Less suspicious too.' His thoughts were subsumed by the businesslike work of tripping the required subroutines once he managed to make it to the computer room. It would take a minute or two to go through and he would have to be on site in person to activate the lock, but he could at least modify the airlock code from here.

Standing to stretch for a moment, Mitchell took a moment to hike the slacks and duty belt tighter around his waist. These pants never fit him well...His hips never fit into slacks since they were wider than his waist after his work. The air in the cramped office was potent and pungent, the sweat held by the hair and clothing wrapped around his lean body. Other than him, the room reeked simply of paint, construction and the tangible ozone reek of electronics.

"There we go." Mitchell smiled to himself as he adjusted the vest around his chest, the compression shirt under the vest sliding around just enough to provide some relief as the shape of the vest better wrapped around his body. "Now I just need to go and open the door and let them all in."

Stretching gently to ease the ache flowing through his arms and legs, Mitchell enjoyed the warm sensation for just a moment. Pulling the gloves back over his hands, his darkening fingertips pressed just a little outside the gloves.

Mitchell's steps landed just a little bit faster now that he had committed the floorplan to memory. The eidetic memory had always been a useful tool for evaluating and finding the weaknesses in any security system. It only took five minutes to troop through the desolate hallways before sliding into the main computer room.

Mitchell quickly scanned the outputs of the screens in front of him, the widening grin spreading as he massaged his face. The damn air here always played hell with these sinuses. A blessing and a curse. The motion of those gloves across his forehead and nasal bridge did the trick, the pain relenting as he let out a breath he had been holding for just a moment.

Grabbing a chair, Mitchell wheeled over to the computer. A tap of the wrist and the computer bared its secrets, the internal network going instantly to the bank of security cameras that covered the entire route he had taken through the complex...

And it had recorded him. Watched him.

And it was showing him. And no matter how much he tried to will himself away from the screen, he was fixed there, maw slack.

But it wasn't him. Not as time went on.

The skulking form that had raided and exited the locker room quickly changed into a confident stride of a taller form. Dark brown and black fur pressed slowly from its pores as tall ears pressed through the ballcap on its head. As he ducked into the side corridor, he could see the stumble as he passed the threshold but it wasn't due to hitting the threshold. The stance completely shifted, weight shifting from heels to toes as he caught himself on the fire extinguisher beside him.

Each step seemed to shift the form, weight melting away as height increased quickly. By the time that he made it to the security office he could see the muzzle pressing forward. But it was the webcam on the computer in the office that was the final straw.

As he saw the form sitting down at the computer, he figured there must be some form of computerized trickery at play. The view from the webcam showed one of those damned dog creatures. But not just a dog creature but a dog woman. The narrow face of a lean Doberman stared back at Mitchell as she adjusted her ballistic vest, sliding it so that the breasts that hid beneath the heavy, restrictive fabric were at least less uncomfortable.

Michelle smiled as her emerald eyes met those on the screen in front of her. A few quick taps of the keyboard broke it out of the trap that had been planted when Madam Clemborne had let slip the 'poor security' of the casino. Not that the security was foolproof. If she had gotten so far inside, it was definitely penetrable but she'd soon have more opportunities to rectify it.

A twinge of satisfaction played through her as she switched the camera from a slow scan of the labyrinth beneath the casino to one just outside her realm. There she could see the dozen or so men and women, all the best at their trade of appropriating the usually honest gains of someone else. Soon they would make one of the best counter theft crews that the industry could use.

She ran her crew with an iron paw and it would be very enjoyable to see these scofflaws molded into proper protection for not only the casino, but eventually the larger Clemborne Corporation and law enforcement organizations.

Michelle grinned as her thighs rubbed gently together at the thought of being in command of such a large group of highly trained operatives. She'd have to put them through boot camp later but that would be relatively easy. All we had to do is change their motivations.

She forced herself to slow that train of thought, shunting it over to the side. Her paws worked the computer, verifying that the program she had written would do the job. With a grin, she saw that the two lockers were already open in the trap that Madam had designed for any lucky soul who was industrious enough to deserve employment in the premier technology...and more firm in the world.

The sight of the speaker system status reminded her to make certain that her mike and earpiece were properly seated against her, and switched over from where it had been left, the trap designed to awaken the bitch hidden within Mitchell's mind.

Confident that everything was in place, Michelle's face split into a predatory grin as she sent the command to spring the trap.

Down in the putrid catacombs of the city, Reid and his team could hear the click of the lock as it disengaged. Reid had pulled some of the best, or possibly worst depending on your point of view, but this one would be his crown jewel. His source said that they had millions stashed for the opening of the resort in a few weeks.

A wry smile cracked his lips as he slid the revolver from his pocket, palming it as he opened the door with a clank. A dim storage area met his eyes as he slid inside. The vibration in his pocket caught his attention as he slid inside, moving to the shadowed corner.

Reid, they use biosuits here. They should be in the lockers here. Have everyone put one on. Everyone. System won't allow opening unless everyone is identified. Mitchell.

Reid shrugged as his eyes scanned the message. Mitchell had broken into the Smithsonian, so his arguments carried enough weight that they were worth following.

"Each locker should have a suit, guys. Pull 'em on." He pulled open the nearest locker, grabbing the oversized biosuit inside. "These idiots assume that technology can save them from us. Bah." He snorted as he slid the oversized slacks up his legs as the rest of his team did the same.

None of them noticed the door behind them swinging shut until the clank of the electronic lock echoed through the room, sending two dozen eyes swinging toward the door into the catacombs.

"Sorry boys. We were getting a draft." The rough, husky voice thundered through the hidden PA system as her claws tapped across the keyboard in front of her, hitting enter before she strode to the one way window overlooking her new crew room.

She could see heads flitting this way and that before the computer beeps, signaling the end of the ultrasonic conditioning. Smiling, she knows that the nanites making up the suits, augmented by the Madame's magic would be starting their work. And their minds would be nice and pliable.

Stepping out onto the locker room, Michelle's eyes played across the pairings of cons across the room, the men and women of the team having split of to help each other into the biosuit uniforms. A slightly sweet, cloying scent hung in the air, perceptible to her own nose but not the small, human ones her future team currently had.

"We'll soon fix that," she chuckled as she moved toward Reid. Her boots softly slapped at the tiled floor, catching the dark eyes of the lithe conman currently seated on a bench near the locker where he had acquired the suit currently hanging on his body. "Sorry, Reid. No other way this could have worked."

Reid's eyes moved to the sound of the voice talking to him, his focus somewhat distant as he continued to work at the uniform, standing and trying to move around, getting used to the abnormal stance of the uniform. "Who are you?"

Michelle smiles as she sees the man's questioning eyes. "It's me. Mitchel. You wanted me to get full access to the casino...and I did."

A feral grin split Michelle's lips before she continued. "And I found a way that we could better use our talents. And I need a second in command."

"Wait. A second in command?"

"Oh shush, boy. Without me you'd have never had a chance. And it's not like you have a choice." She grinned as she pressed him onto the floor. Straddling the man who had given her orders just a few hours before and having him under her complete control sent shivers of pleasure through her body. The heat of the room, compounded by the vest and uniform finally got to her as she gave into a new need running through her.

Slipping the duty belt off her hips, she pressed her chest against Reid's. "One thing you don't know about the suits we all have on." She licked gently at his lips as she saw his eyes dilating as her prey breathed in the potent pheromones her body secreted. "It's gonna vastly improve us all. Just look at me," She cooed as she pulled her head against her chest, his eyes staring into her lean, brown and black furred face. "We're all gonna be well taken care of with our skills...and we have a trap here that lets us have all the fun we want with people that no one will miss."

She smiled as he nodded, before she unbuttoned her uniform shirt, sliding it off before the vest followed it to the floor. The cool air sent a shock through her body, a gasp escaping her lips as the sweat clinging to her started to evaporate through her short fur.

"What are yo-"

"Shut it!" she barked. "We've got time until you whelps learn your place. And I'm gonna have some fun while I'm waiting." Her paw wrapped around her breast, thumb teasing her nipple as she felt the heavy weight on her new paws. The slick fur felt good in her paws, but as she saw Reid's eyes following her paws and his nose darkening.

"Looks like you like." Her grin spreads darkly across her face, teeth bared as her paw wraps around Reid's head. "Here. Have all you like." With a swift jerk, Reid gasps as his face is pressed between the two mounds of titflesh on Michelle's chest. That gasp filled his nose and lungs with Michelle's pheromone laced scent.

A soft growl of pleasure escaped her thin, powerful muzzle as his breath played through her short fur. His tongue slid between his lips, running along the r short fur coating her breasts, breathing deeply as if he was trying to pull all of her inside her. Her hands held him against her, feeling his body swelling to fill and press out against the clothing covering his frame. Her paw rubbed the back of his head as she felt his tongue spreading wider and longer as it caressed her breath.

"Such a good puppy," She moaned as she felt his face pressing forward in between her heaving breasts, the cold wet nose pressing against her chest, snuffling eagerly and heavily. His hands loosened his belt as his body grew larger and wider, pressing against the slacks, vest and uniform top as the nanites did their work with gusto.

She could feel the brown and black fur spreading out across his body as her paws caressed his back, their fur intermingling as he reveled in his ministrations, husky moans escaping her lips as his sloppy tongue lapped across her, each feeling of the agile tongue teasing her fur. With a supreme effort for just a moment he managed to pull back just enough to wrap his muzzle around her nipples.

She yelped out softly, pleasure filling her as her arms lost their strength for just a moment before grabbing hard onto his collar and head, holding his teeth and tongue around that nipple as it shot waves of pleasure through his body. Her groin exploded in pleasure, soaking her thighs as she came hard.

Her claws dug into Reid's skull as his ears slid to the top of his head. His eyes stared up at her above the blunt muzzle currently wrapped around her nipple, supplicant as she looked down her new maw at him, her toothy maw spreading in a grin as she panted her way down from the heights of pleasure, pushing Reid onto his back on the floor.

"Stay!" she barked, slowly running her paw down her side, across the curve of her hips and down her sleek legs until they met the zipper on her leather boots. Quickly taking them off and stepping out, she smiled as her paws teased her slacks, the only stitch of clothing on her body still other than the ballcap still wrapped around her head. The short nub of her tail wiggled from side to side, a blur as she enjoyed the worshipful look from Reid's eyes.

"Someone sees something he likes, doesn't he?" She cooed, grinning as he nodded.

She smiled gently as she saw him eying her up and down, taking in every curve of her new body. The bulge rapidly filling his pants proved that the Rottweiler liked what he was seeing very much. The snap of the button filled the room, the pair hearing that click among all of the other rustling, moans and groans around before Michelle simply let the trousers fall from her paws, the slacks falling to the floor, the shock of cold air on her wet pussy and thighs sending a pleasurable shudder up her spine. A soft bark of pleasure escaped her maw as she dropped to her knees, straddling Reid.

"Yes ma'am."

Michelle grinned as she looked back over her shoulder at him, her paws teasing the growing mound in Reid's pants. She leaned back until she was just far enough away that he couldn't reach her as her paw slid inside his beltline.

"Too bad you all had to get all dressed up to become my pack." She licked her lips as she breathed. "It would have been nice to see you all being improved without the clothing in the way."

His breath hitched in his mouth as he tried to speak as she teased his brand new sheath and heavier sack. Her fingers pressed this way and that, new pleasures emanating from his groin as she stroked him in ways no human woman ever could have.

"Oh! Ma'am! Mor-"

His cries of ecstasy were silenced as her hips pressed down against him, the pungent musk of a bitch, both from her wet cunt, juices matting the fur of his chin and the winking asshole over his tongue and nose as her tail wiggled furiously in his eyes as his tongue slithered out, almost of his own accord as he huffed across her taint as his sensitive nose was assaulted with the cacophony of enticing scents.

Michelle almost jumped as he breathed across her sensitive hole, her paw wrapping around his balls hard reflexively, sending another huff across her hole and loins. If Reid had been able to see the dark grin that spread across her maw as her mind processed his actions, he should have been scared.

Or it may have just made his cock jump again if the energy he was throwing into delving into her most forbidden hole was any indication. His muscles tensed beneath her shins as he tried to wrap his paws around the treat in front of him, his buried muzzle whimpering as he was prevented from digging his claws into Michelle's toned hips and spreading her cheeks to better worship her tensing pucker. His tongue did its best, burrowing against her, tasting her forbidden hole as that nose huffed the potent scent filling his nostrils.

Her ass cheeks squeezed that tongue as he searched out every drop and molecule of her potent scent as her own paws teased his fuzzy balls, squeezing them hard to feel his huffs of shock and surprise as she did so. Her eyes slid across the room, a grin breaking her lips as she saw her subordinates following her lead.

Piles of fur lay sprawled across the room. A tan furred coyote had pinned his wolven partner onto the ground, his muzzle deep under the lupine tail. His ears were slapped left and right by the wagging lupine tail as his tongue hung from his toothy maw as he was serviced, the puddle in front of him a tribute to the talent of the canine delving his depths.

Nearby, another tan coyote was pinned to the ground. "I guess Dani found the cuffs" She chuckled as the coyote writhed under her, his tongue working deep inside her before a dark grin split the shepherd's face, her paws playing with the aluminum baton before she decided to use it.

"Well that's a different use of a baton," Michelle mused as she saw Dan arch under Dani, her own paw moving toward her own discarded belt,

Reid was reveling in the potent stench of a dominant bitch, his tongue reveling in the taste when he felt the paw teasing under his tail. The tiny stub tail tried to fold over the hole, but as the paws teased the puckered hole, he found it impossible. As Reid slowed his assault on his mistress's asshole, he felt the clawed fingertip piercing his hole.

A sharp huff left his maw as the finger dove deep into him, teasing him as that ass pressed against him. Every breath was full of her scent and sweaty musk. He growled happily as his tongue pressed farther and deeper into that ass, rolling his tongue and darting into the asshole sitting on him.

The jerking finger sent a shock through his body, his already throbbing cock jumping as the blood filled the knot now gracing his larger and more streamlined canine cock. His gleaming cock stood at attention, throbbing more and more as the bitch sitting on his face slid first two, then three fingers into his ass, clawed digits spreading him wider, each stroke and flex making the pucker more and more pliable.

"Let's see how you like this one, boy."

Reid didn't even have the chance to recognize the words before his ass was split wide open. His back arched in pleasure as the baton entered him, Michelle's paw pushing it deep, the pressure rapid and unrelenting as she leered over his shoulder at the shock in his eyes as her tail wiggled behind her.

Michelle felt her second orgasm flood through her, her fluids erupting over Reid's neck and chest, marking him as the property of an alpha bitch. Her paw pistoned the plastic rod into her toy's ass, the cheeks rocking with each thrust as she ground herself against his face. Her thighs left trails of her steaming cum across his cheeks and muzzle as she felt his tongue running up and down the ass and cunt of a superior bitch.

The feeling of superiority and dominance sent her paw into overdrive as she slammed the baton into and out of her prey. A second paw slapped his ass hard and fast, claws teasing him. And then digging deep as she ran her claws down his ass as she saw his cock drooling prodigious amounts of hot, canine precum, glistening across the carmine length and pooling under his throbbing knot.

With one final twist, a flood of hot, pearlescent cum fountained from Reid's cock, the resultant flood puddling under his ass, the stubby tail soaking the hot fluid into its fur. His hot pants teased her ass as she ground into him one more time, marking him as her property as the warm cum

Michelle panted down from the orgasmic high, her fluids coating Reid's face as her tongue hang from her mouth, her nose catching the plethora of different musks and scents from her underlings. She smiled darkly as her tail slowly wagged behind her as she stood, gathering her clothing from the pile beside her.

"All you fucks better get this room all cleaned up before I get back in an hour. And get yourselves all presentable!" She barked out as she looked over the pleased faces.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Not one spoke back to her. Madame had done her trick well. It was going to be fun playing for the other team.

In more ways than one.

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Three weeks later

Michelle growled softly as she entered her dorm, her shoulder throbbing dully as she took a swallow of the ibuprofen on the dresser.

"That damn shep sure loves her Taser."

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of training, team building and evaluations; A mix of preplanned drills from Madame and some of Michelle's own recollections from Mitchell's observations.

The fat, Irish bastard may have been a miscreant but he knew his things. Michelle often thought back to whether her rebirth was a good thing or a bad thing. Yes, she had had part of her life taken but she was given a whole new challenge and reason to work hard at her job. And Clemborne did pay pretty damn well. For the work she and her team did, they probably made easily a third of what they would have made in that haul in a year...and all living expenses were on the house.

Pouring a stiff drink as her mind tossed and turned, she leaned back in the leather easy chair of the room that she had claimed as her quarters. The cool black surface pressed gently against her uniform, supporting the aching muscles and joints along her back as she breathed slowly in pleasure at the bite of the Bullet Bourbon and bitters in her glass.

Her hat and leather gloves landed with a thud on the desk as she just sat back, letting her mind just wander into nothingness.

She nearly jumped out of her chair as a pair of strong paws landed on her shoulders, holding her in her seat as they massaged her aching muscles.

"Looks like my bitch has had a tough day."

Michelle looked over her shoulder, seeing Reid's concerned eyes greeting her as she wondered how she should respond to him. His paws teased her shoulders like magic, the tension melting under his skilled paws as her mind fought itself, trying to figure out how to respond to him.

"It's just all of this."

His head quirked to the side, confusion flashing behind his brown eyes before realization filled them. "You're wondering if this was worth it, aren't you?"

"What if all this is just from Madame's magic?" She shrugged even as he drained the tension from her back. His touch had been amazing since he had shifted from an asshole of a coordinator and snitch to a trusted Beta under her. He knew the criminal underworld that they now fought against and knew that his abilities were a complement to hers, neither more or less in necessity. He trusted her and she trusted him. Otherwise she would never have admitted her concerns.

"If it was just the magic, you would not be questioning. You'd be her loyal bitch and do anything she said. The fact that you are asking means that you are there."

"But what me? Mitchell...Michelle...Both...Neither?" She huffed as she finished her drink with one final swallow, enjoying the burn of alcohol down her throat. She felt his paws leaving her shoulders before they wrapped around her, holding her as close as he could with the chair between them.

"You would do anything for any of us. And rather than trying to hide in some safehouse or fleeing the country, we are taken care of. Maybe we're different than we were, but are we worse? Personally..."

He trailed off.

"What?"

"I'm glad we succeeded. I've never told anyone this..."

"Spill, boy." Michelle spat, breaking free from his arms and standing to look him in his eyes. Even a head shorter she could see him wilt under her gaze as she bared her teeth, annoyed that she had been misled.

"My tip was that we would have all we needed for the rest of our lives with this score." He shrugged, his muscular shoulders rolling as he licked his nose as his stub tail tried to drop as low as it could in submission. "You can't say it was wrong."

She sighed. "I guess not. I just worry that-"

Her words were shut off as the Rottweiler wrapped around her, holding her close in a powerful hug.

"I've heard nothing bad from anyone. Regardless of what happened, this is life now. And-" A mischievous grin spread across his muzzle as he looked down at her. "We still get all the fun of getting into places we shouldn't have...and we are supported legally for doing so. Al that's changed is we get to try and outsmart people for legal reasons."

She smiled as he held her close, hearing him huffing as he licked his lips. "Now...why not take some time to see what the rest of our lives can feel like..."He locked eyes on her. "Ma'am."

Michelle smiled as she felt his warmth and his closeness as she followed him into the bedroom.

Deep within her mind, Mitchell smiled. He had found the comradeship and trust that he had missed his entire life. He may have given up his scepter and jewels but he gained a family. A pack. And a pair of sweaty tits beneath a Kevlar vest and missing twig and berries wasn't even a price to pay for it.