Leon Priest
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?It wasn't a good day for Leon Priest. But then, never day was a good day for him. So he thought, anyway. It was supposed to be another day at the office surrounded by all the peons. Except it didn't work out that way. The captain, a fat and old badger, called him into the office telling Leon he was working with FBI agent Leslie Preacher. Apparently they had worked together "so well" that the FBI specifically wanted him involved.
So there he was, sitting to the loud mouth red panda telling them what was going on. Apparently, one of the species they brought back from the dead after billions of years--a cave bear--went berserk and started terrorizing people simply to do so. The FBI was only involved because one of the people trapped was the senator's daughter. But they needed a hard cracking, tough fisted detective for the arrest since he was a local.
"And instead, you got me."
"Pretty much, Priest."
He glared at the Dire Panda. Leslie Preacher was like Leon. He was a hybrid. Only Preacher was a red panda dire wolf hybrid. Where was he was a regular panda and dire wolf. Leon hated when anyone was right about him, but deep down the detective was stewing as he sat and thought about how right Preacher was. He was only here because he was expendable and wasn't good to anyone.
"No, Priest, we came to you because you're the best at what you do--cracking your fists into skulls. You tend not to play by the rules and we needed that."
He didn't want to turn back to look at Leslie's partner, a sabretooth cat named Rex Thundersteal. He didn't like the words of encouragement...that much.
"Fine, fine. So I goes in and start swinging while you two idiots get the local populace and the daughter out of the way. Got it?"
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It had been thirty minutes and this damn bear wasn't going down. Leon had been giving him everything he had--Taser bullets and sleeping gas. Still, he wasn't going down and it was ridiculous! Leon himself was starting to tire out. Thankfully, Rex and Leslie had gotten everyone out of the area. The two fought near a convenience store, working to a dumpster. Leon hoping to contain him.
Instead, the cave bear threw him straight into the dumpster head first. Leon turned himself at the last moment, causing a big dent in it. He laid there, unable to move for a bit and watched as Leslie and Rex took down the cave bear themselves with a shock net and sleeping gas.
"How does it feel to be the world's worst detective, Priest?
Leslie came up to him, Rex following behind. He tried to get Leslie not to run his mouth and by then it was too late. Leon was shrugging off the paramedics that had been called before the fight even began. The two, a tigress and a fox, were trying to dress any wounds and get him to lay on a gurney. Leon brushed them off, threatening to punch them out cold.
"SHUDDUP YOUR MOTHER BUYS YOU MEGABLOCKS INSTEAD'A LEGOS!"
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Rex did his best to hold Leslie back as Leon just smirked. Then the dire panda got up, pulled a pack of cigarettes out and lit one. He could hear Leslie as he yelled and thrashed against his larger partner. He forced himself into the car nearby and drove the forty five minutes home. When he walked in, his android was standing there with his tumbler glass and a bottle of his best whiskey.
"Good to see you, sir."
"Same to you."
He reached around, a groan escaped as he lifted his arm, and used the feature on her neck to turn her off. Right now, he wanted to escape the self-misery instilled in him by Leslie Preacher and just drink himself to sleep. He didn't care what anyone else wanted or thought as he grabbed War of the Worlds. He sat in his best chair and started to read until he was dozing off.