Mistaken Identity

Story by devilmaycry on SoFurry

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#2 of Get Backers

I want to apologize to Catstithx for being lax on putting this up. He wrote this and did a good job and hope you enjoy it. Part two to the Get Backers series. Comments always welcomed.


The sounds of footsteps echoed through the night as a black dragoness runs through the alley, her chest rising and falling fast. Blood covers her white blouse as a few button have broken off showing off her red laced bra. She shakes with fear after she saw what happened with her red dragon lover. The same red dragon who saved her from the streets. She thinks of his rage as she still feels the sting from his mighty claw hand.

She rubs the side of her face from his blows of anger. He accused of her being unfaithful to him with a green dragon who she.....why can't she remember him. He is there, but at the same time he seems to fade from her memory. As if she wasn't supposed to remember him. The anguish on his face as he looked up at her with his bruised and battered face still sends chills down her spine.

The red dragon accused her of seeing the green dragon behind his back. She told him no, that she was his to do with as he liked. He struck her hard drawing blood as his followers beat the green dragon. He hangs limply, arms tied to the chair. His eye swollen from being repeatedly beaten. The sharp teeth that shined when he smiled, laid on the ground from being hit so hard as blood drip from his mouth and nose. If he wasn't tied to the chair, he'd be on the ground lying in a pool of his own blood and vomit.

She told her lover that she didn't betray him. That she doesn't know who the dragon is. The red dragon tells her that to prove her love by killing him. She takes the gun given to her and unsteadily aims it at the dragon and pulls the trigger to prove she loves her powerful drake.

The gun clicks nothing happens.

The gun was empty.

The red dragon takes the gun and pistol whips her as she falls to the ground crying. The dragon loads the weapon and fires into the green dragon's head. The green dragon's head explodes as the pieces of the his head fly onto the red dragon and the black dragoness, making her scream in horror. The red dragon snarls and aims the gun at the black dragoness and pulls the trigger and the gun fizzles.

Misfire.

A stroke of luck. She gets up and shoves the red dragon hard onto the dead dragon's body. She runs after that, the red dragon screaming for her head as his men give chase.

She makes it out of the sea side of town to the bustling downtown area of the city. She prays she can lose them in the crowds. She wants to go to the cops but something tells her not to. Not yet. Another voice telling her she has something else to do. As she can hear the men her former lover scream out towards each other. They were looking for her with murder on their minds. What can she do as she has nothing? She is alone and no friends.

The same voice tells her to get help, yet who can she trust? She only had her love who now ordered her death. Now she had nothing or anyone to trust. She runs for a bit until she's out of breath and stops at a meter box for parked cars. On the side of the meter there is a paper advertisement.

'Getbackers. We get back anything. If the price is right.'

On the ad it has a number and an address. Maybe they can help. She head towards where their address is on the other side of town. She hopes she can get there alive so they can help her.

XxX

The sounds of groaning fill the warehouse. His contacts had told him that there were kitsunes that were to be sold here.

But there were only a few females, males, and children of various species. It sickened him. From his past profession, all he did was end life, not enslave anyone. It was something he was never happy with. The slave and species trafficking was worse as it took freedom who did nothing wrong. Even with the so called civilization, there were still fools who believed that money bought you anything. Those locked in cages watched crying as they saw the carnage as the so called buyers were the first to run off when the excitement started.

Cowards!

Their guards and the so called enforcement for these events were here to stop heroes like him. That was the mistake they all made. He was no hero. Many of the so called help laid on the ground clutching their arms or knees. He walks up to a cowering otter. The otter looks at the feline in the dark blue trench coat with such fear.

"The bosses will kill you, your friends, and family. Everything you care for will die," the otter tries to act brave even though he was shaking in terror.

The feline just looks around as he seems to be looking for something.

"You had kitsunes here? Did you not?"

The otter is taken aback by the question.

"Kitsunes? No. That's high end merchandise. We deal with the normal trade. You think to take one for yourself as what? A pet? A sex slave? Ha! What you faced here was nothing to get to one of those," he laughs out before a shot rings out as the otter holds his left arm from the gunshot imbedded in it. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" The otter cries out in pain.

"A no would have sufficed. I will be taking these others with me. You tell your boss that I don't like them here. Before you drop any names, I have one for you to tell them. Reaper. They know better than to cross me. Last time one family did, they didn't live long to regret it," he says before he fires off a few more shots as someone in the back is screaming in pain. "I told you to stay down. It was for your own health."

The otter is pissing on himself. "They said you were killed by the...." He stops when the ebony gun is pressed against his head.

"Please don't bring that up. I'm not in the mood to hear about my past mistakes. Look, I just want information on... " he stops and moves out of the way as the otter is shot up.

Looking behind him, he sees a large boar wearing tight fitting clothing. The shirt he was wearing almost child size and threatened to rip off if the boar flexes to much. In one hand, he was wielding a submachine gun as he lifted it onto his shoulder, tapping it a few times. He would like to know what kind of gun but his father taught him one thing.

'Don't sweat the minor details during your job. They will end up with you being killed.'

The boar grins before bringing the gun down and aiming it at Trent. He sucks in a breath before he runs for cover as the bullets fly. He barely has time to aim as he fires back blindly trying to get an opening.

He could summon his special ability, but he didn't want to waste its power on such a trivial battle. Also, he promised the police he'd stop leaving a trail of bodies behind him wherever he went. Hard to break old habits sometimes.

The shooting stops as he listens, ears perked trying to pick up any kind of sound. Some shuffling and some groans of pain could be heard making him sigh. This dumb ass is trying to get the others to help him. If the fools were smart, they would have left by now. He was being nice by just injuring them.

'God what fools' he hisses at himself.

Be nice to morons and let them live and they still try to stab you in the back.

Shooting fills the air as Trent sees the capture people huddle in fear. Damn this crap. He hated using this.

He closes his eyes as everything seems to slow down to a crawl. Once it did, he gets up and opens fire as he it mowed down.

He is back where he was a second ago. This time, he makes a roll to the left to catch some of them off guard before he is once again mowed down by bullets.

Each time the pain begins to get worse as he is trying to find the right path to take. Finally he finds it. It still was going to hurt like hell doing it this way.

He is back where he was at the beginning of all this as he feels his nose starting to bleed. He hated the side effects of his power.

He tosses his last flash grenade as it explodes creating a bright light making everybody shout and shoot wildly. With that, he leaps out of his cover as he opens fire, tagging each of the fools still wanting to fight him. The first is a human who falls back as his other arm has been shot. The next is a cougar as the side of his neck is hit, blood spraying out as he falls over clutching his neck trying to stop the bleeding.

Now this is where it will hurt as the boar runs out of ammo and tosses his gun aside, cursing in frustration before running full speed at the feline. Trent aims at the charging boar who is coming at him full speed and head down. Knowing this was going to happen, he wasn't able to fire off a round as the boar collided with Trent. All Trent can do is brace for impact as he felt the boar collide with him, feeling his ribs goan in pain as he is sure one or more might have been broken as he yowls in pain. Even seeing it happen before, he is still unable to see how such a big creature could move so fast.

He begins to fire into the boar's back as he is rammed into the wall hard making him drop his weapons. Another yelp escaped his muzzle as he feels the boar rear back and ram him into the wall once more. At this rate, something is going to give. Either his body or the wall. Trent hopes it's the wall.

The boar seems to loosen his grip on Trent as he staggers back a bit from the gunshot wounds. Trent pulls out a serrated blade and plunges it into the back of the boar. A weak yell is heard as Trent is thrown away from the boar. Yet the throw felt weak as he just lands on his feet like a true feline. He tries to find a weapon as the boar makes his way towards him stumbling a bit, his knife still sticking out of that over sized pig's back.

Then the boar stiffens up and falls over. From the boar comes a ragged breath as the injuries seem to have finally caught up to it. Trent is breathing hard as he watching the boar slowly die as its finally falls over.

Fuck, is all Trent can think of as he just killed someone, again. Well, it was self defense. No way they can bitch about this. He gets up slowly and sees most of the thugs have escaped from the warehouse as he makes his way to caged slaves.

Many are weeping as they are grateful. He calls the police to come help out with this mess. He was still no closer to finding that kitsune that help that the girl on the last case. Devil was telling him to let it go as he was not getting paid shit for this mission. Small wonder why he didn't ask the mutt for help. All that asshole cared about was money. Jerk!

Trent winces at the pain in his chest. He would need to be patched up soon. Maybe the medic would have healing items. They always had better healing items than standard healing shops. They would help clean up this mess. Still he was no closer to ending this mission. Would he ever? Was Devil right? Was he on a fool's errand?

Was the true ending of this mission going to be that he finds this kitsune dead? Her description of the kitsune was vague to say the least. All he had to go on was that she had white fur. There many that were like that. He had some measurements, but he didn't have anything beyond her eye color which was blue, sea blue. One came to mind but she....no she would never have been in this situation. Not her. Best not to think of her. She is of the past like so much in his life he had to bury it.

Should he give up?

No! He had to hope he was on the right track. He had to be.

He placed a paw on his chest where a scar is. How it had gotten there he remembers all too well. He had failed to see it all.

His pocket vibrates as his cell goes off. Digging it out, he looks at it and it is the last fur he wanted to talk to. He sends it to voicemail as he would be no help or say 'I told you so' Asshole.

xXx

Devil waits for his dumb cat of partner to answer. Then the voicemail comes up as he grunts. He is not talking to him. Maybe he was a bit harsh for calling the cat a idiot for taking that girl's commission.

Yet what was the point in taking a mission that would yield little return. He never understood that cat.

He would always take these puff jobs with little pay. If you wanted to live good, you had to take the big jobs.

Trent hated when Devil picked the jobs as the dark wolf was happy for the big payouts. Yet the jobs were high in danger and risk.

It wasn't like he couldn't do the jobs he picked. Hell, most of them were easy with the both of them working together. Yet Trent was on this fool's errand. It wasn't like kitsunes were good for his health after what happened to him. Yet bringing it up almost got Devil shot once. Not that he couldn't fight off his partner's gun fire. But he seemed to be moving faster as of late. He almost killed him the other day which was a little shocking. Thus the reason he let him go out on this mission alone. Some time apart was better for their continued health.

Devil offered him to get laid. Wasn't like the feline didn't need it. He did seem a bit pent up. That didn't go over well as Trent blew up on Devil.

Devil had yet to receive much beyond a text saying dead end. Anytime Devil called him it was always to voicemail. He was not in a mood to talk to him. Best not to keep pushing it with the ill temper feline now.

Devil sets the phone on the table next the bed where he was at.

It was not at the office where he and Trent lived. He was out tonight making his rounds. The wolf was always on the prowl looking for the next hook up. Tonight was very fruitful as he met a married couple in the form of two females, a vixen and a husky. Despite being in a same sex marriage, they love to share a male companion for the night. Something of a sexual fantasy of theirs.

Both were in the middle of the king size bed cuddling each other, moaning softly as the they called him back to bed with them. Devil smiled thinking he had another round in him as he made his way back to the two lovely females. Was he being used for sex?

Both females felt him up as they kissed all over him, whispering to him saying he was so sexy and his scent was so wonderful.

Yes, and that was fine by him. He loved it. He made the female husky lay back as he began to kiss over her breast than grind slowly against her wet folds as his cock slowly came back out of his sheath. The vixen was sucking on the husky's other breast, nipping on her nipple which didn't take long to get hard from the attention. It didn't take Devil much to start fucking her for the third time tonight. It was going to be a long night. And he was perfectly fine with that.

xXx

The dragoness was out of breath as she was looking over her shoulder. She had little hope for escape. Her former lover was out for blood. Those few friends she had all were all to willing to serve her up to him on a silver platter. She had little chance to live if she stayed here. Yet all escape routes was closed. The airport was being watched as was the train station and the bus terminal. Even if she used her wings she could have come out, she would be found by the trackers.

She couldn't go to the cops as they were not to be trusted. Once again that voice told her not to go to them. Something was important to keep her alive. She had no idea why the voice keep telling her to make it to the edge of town. Something was there waiting for her. Yet she knew it was to open there and she would be spotted before she even reached her destination.

All she could do is look at the ad she still had from earlier about the Getbackers. The so called freelance group could help her get back what she has lost.

Yet what did she lose? She has no idea on what she has lost. Her life with her former lover? No that was gone forever.

It was exactly what she needed. She wished she didn't leave her purse behind. Luckily it had an address. She made her mind up and headed for the address once more as her options were limited and this was her best one so far.

xXx

Devil makes his way back the office with a spring in his step while whistling. The two females were fun and asked for his number for another hook up one day. Not that he didn't like repeat performances. He just didn't want to get to attached to anything. You get attached to anything, it always hurts when they eventually break your heart. Which was why he was here in the city working with a cat.

A crazy cat with guns. He was one to find jobs no matter where he looked and always ones that got them both in trouble and were more trouble than they were worth.

Yet he was not ever bored with him. It was one exciting mission after another. Devil needed cash for now as it seem Trent seem to be obsessed with his recent job.

That cat really needed to get laid.

As he approached the office, Devil saw a dragoness pacing outside the office which was strange. It was well after nine and they were closed. Not bloody likely as Trent would always be there bright and early to open the doors to potential clients.

As he gets closer he sees the dragoness notice him.

"Sir do you know when they will be open?" she looks at him with pleading eyes.

Devil was about to say maybe never. Yet something told him to tell the truth.

"In a minute. I'll let you in and you can tell me your troubles and see if I can help you as my partner is being a jerk."

As soon as he opens the door and enters the front of the office, she rushes behind him and makes sure none of the shades are open. Also making sure the sign still said closed.

This was not a good sign for someone to be like this. This meant she was in real trouble.

Good. Better payday.

Means he can milk her for some cash. Clients who were like this were the easiest to jack up the prices on to get a higher return. Since Trent was not here, he could claim the cash for himself. Sure he paid his part to the office, but the majority of the pay out was his. Which meant more fun time.

He sees that the coffee maker filled as it seems Trent has already had plans about coming in. Strange as he was usually always first in. He must still be pursuing that damn slave trader case. He was single minded in his pursuit. He pours himself a cup of coffee and look at Trent's cup.

A few seconds later, Devil sets down his coffee as he has already served the dragoness a cup of coffee and a doughnut that was from Trent's personal stash. It was his his idea to serve the customer first.

He sits at his desk as he leans back on his chair. "So what can Getbackers do for you dear?"

He watches her as she takes small sips from the coffee, the donut was scarfed down as it she had not eaten for days.

"I need help. My lover...former lover, accused me of lying to him. Saying I betrayed him to the police. He shot this green dragon. Saying I was cheating on him with him. I would never betray my lover like that. The green dragon was some stranger I met once. Now he's dead and my lover wants me to join in his fate," she says, tears falling from her eyes.

He can hear the fear in her voice as her tail seems to have no life to it. Her scaled body seems to lost some luster to it, mostly due to her being on the run he assumes.

Damn it ,where is Trent? He could get some contacts together and have most of this solved by lunch. Him and his underworld contacts. Yet all calls and texts have gone unanswered.

Devil was on his own.

Well, first off was to find out if this was a charity case or if she had cash. He knew this was going to be a protection job. Something easy. Not like he couldn't handle a thug who beat on women. Devil loved to beat the snot out of these losers.

"His name is Rex Redding, leader of the Red mark. They run the eastside of town. He thought I was cheating on him. I wasn't. I would never cheat on him. Without him, I would've had nothing. I fell in love when I first meet him as I was a stripper at the local club he own on the east side of the port area. He commanded such a presence when he entered the club" she says with such love and a longing in her eyes as she cries a bit, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes.

Devil pays attention as she talks about him. From her story, she is totally in love with that dragon still. Despite what has happened to her. If Rex said he was sorry, she would go right back with him and take more abuse.

"Let me stop you there. You seem to still be in love with him. If he said all was forgiven, would you go back? Know this will affect whether I say yes to this job," the wolf leans back a bit his arms folded across his chest.

She stops and is unsure what to say. He is right. She would just go right back to him in a heartbeat but he was going to kill her. He never did this before. Yet deep down, knowing what kind of life he lead, she knew this might happen one day. She had assume it would be because a bullet meant for him and she took it. Not by his own claw hands would she die by.

"I want to get away. To long I have always feared this day would come. I need your help. I can pay." the fear is evident in her voice.

That is what Devil wanted to hear. Hopefully more than a few hundred.

She pulls out from between her breasts a small pouch. She opens the pouch and the contents spill on his desk. Platinum coins. What the hell?! Why the hell is she carrying this?

"Please, I can get more. Please help me," she looks up at him hopefully.

Devil stands up and smiles at the dragoness. "You just hired the services of Getbackers. We are here to help." He was going to have a good month with this payday. "My name is Devil, your bodyguard. What is your name my lovely?" Devil says sweetly

The dragoness smiles at him, a little hope in her eyes. "My name is Celo"

xXx

Trent sits in the cell as he has one side of the cell to himself as all its other occupants are huddle on the other side. The battered bodies of two large doberman lay on the ground breathing ragged as blood slowly leaked from the nose and mouths.

A uniformed officer comes to the cell and opens it. "Ok, you're being released."

Trent does not take his eyes off the others in the cell. They cower in fear of him.

"I thought I was being charged with a crime. That is why I am here with the other criminals. Your beat cop told me so. I think he said I was charged with assault, weapon charges, and various other crimes."

Trent smiles as the officer looks scared. "I was told by the sarge that all charges were dropped. They are willing to overlook your transgression."

"More likely they don't want to die," he says as he gets up and smiles at the others as they flinch. "I am always watching. Be careful next time you jaywalk," he laughs as he leaves.

He is escorted to the property clerk for his stuff. He receives his two guns, a black modified six shooter and berreta that has an extended clip on it. Various tools of the trade that the clerk is still amazed he had as Trent seem to place them all over his body as they vanish off the counter.

"Yep, this is all of them. Devil would have kill you all if you asked for his sword."

The clerk seems to look scared hearing that. Trent heads off as he sees chief Sands standing there looking at him. The large cougar points to his office as Trent just walks in. The door slams behind him as Sands walks pass the cougar glaring at Trent as he just looks indifferent at him.

"I told you to stop killing furs or humans in my district!" Sands growls as a vein on the cougar's head pulsed.

"I had no options available at the time. It was either be killed or take him out. I did injure the rest which you should be happy for. Also, that otter was killed by that boar, not me. I found a few citizens whose families were happy as hell the 'police' found them. You should be happy I did this," Trent bites out.

Sands let out a sigh before speaking. "Trent what are you looking for? Maybe my men can help you from burning the town down looking for this female I hear you are looking for."

"You can't. They are protected by the traders. Also, they tend to attack your families rather than the cops directly. I just need to find the main auction that suppose to happen soon. If I don't, I will lose them forever."

The cougar looks at him with a tiny bit of pity as it fades fast. "Where is your better half? He usually reigns you in."

"We're not talking." Trent says flatly

Sands smiles at that. "Lovers spat. How cute," he chuckles before his laughter dies as he sees the anger from Trent.

"If the traders give you grief chief, tell them to answer me next time. Otherwise, I will be knocking harder next time. If that is all Sands, I have a job to complete," Trent grunts out before leaving the office.

Sands watches the feline leave as he shivers thinking woe to those who stand in his way. He was tempted to tell the traders who they were dealing with. Just to watch them squirm. No it was better for then to get the surprise of their life. Still hard to believe many think he is dead. Oh well, their mistake the cougar shrugs as he starts back on his paperwork.

xXx

The black wolf had it all planned out. Get her to this place she told him about. It's not far by cab. About twenty to thirty minutes.

Easy money.

Trent always told him there is no easy job. Once you think that, everything goes south. God he hated that dumb ass feline. But nine times out of ten, he was usually right when it came to that.

At the light his senses kicked in. Something was coming for them. He reacted with the speed that few possessed. He cut the door to the cab as the cabbie is screaming in anger. Devil pays little attention as he pulls Celo with him out of the cab, tumbling to the ground as the cab is slammed hard from the side by a large modified truck.

A dark tinted window van rolls up as a few tigers and a dragon pour from it. All armed to the teeth and ready to light up the some poor sap. Not wanting to see if they want to talk, Devil pulls Celo to her feet and drags the shell shocked dragoness as they make a break for it.

The gunmen fire upon them. They are riddled with bullets, falling the ground as it looks like they are killed. Then, a puff smoke fills the air as two logs fall to the ground.

"What the hell??!!" one of the dragon gunmen cry out. "Spread out! FIND THEM!!! THE BOSS WILL KILL US IF WE FAIL TO KILL HER!"

A block away in an alley, a sword is sticking out as Devil is using it as a mirror as he looks to see where the gunmen are going.

"This would be easier if Trent was here. He'd be watching you as I dispatched them. To many problems fighting them in the open. To many civilians. Shit! Looks like we are hot footing it. Come on we can take the side streets. I hope."

They ran through the alleys, trying to stay off the main streets. They did their best to avoid their pursuers. They seem to be able to know where they know where they would be going half the time for some reason which made him growl.

Devil stops and looks her over. If her lover was paranoid as she stated, he would track her. "Do you have a cell or anything he gave you to show you his love?" he hisses.

Celo stops and thinks about it. "I don't have a cell. But he gave me this bracelet." She hands over the bracelet as he tosses the bracelet through a nearby window after looking it over.

"It had a tracker on it. You were an investment. He would track you wherever you went. That is how he found out you seeing that other dragon." he says, pulling on her arm to make her move again as she seems to be a bit sad to see the bracelet gone.

He had to get her where they would be safe. This running around would get them killed. They had to hide for a bit so he could think a better way to get her there. Without Trent, this was getting to be a headache. He would kill the pursers to make this easier. Yet he didn't know their numbers. Best not to put the client in trouble if he could help it. When running solo, you had to be careful about how things went down.

As he turns the corner, he sees three of them. Before he can cut them down, they begin to open fire. He shoves her back into the alley as he charges at them. They are about to turn to attack him, yet as they move, cuts appear on their bodies. Blood shooting out from them as their guns fall apart.

Devil heads back to her when she comes out from the alley before gasping at Devil. He gives her a strange look and looks towards where her eyes are at. He sees the blood cover his white vest and grunts.

"Shit. I'm getting rusty," he stumbles a bit as the pain finally catches up to him. He rips the shirt of one of the dead shooters and wraps it around his wound.

Celo begins to freak out as she cries. "No, no, please don't die!"

Devil laughs a bit from hearing that. "This is a flesh wound. I will be fine with some rest. We need to go before there friends decide to follow the sounds of gunfire. Come on, we must make haste."

They leave as Celo looks worried for the dark wolf. Devil clenches his teeth knowing it is worse than he is letting on. Best not to let her know.

xXx

It's late afternoon and their pace has slowed as Devil is starting to feel light headed.

'Shit why the hell did I get shot. Trent has yet to hit me once and some punk with some gun hits me.' he grunts to himself, stumbling a bit as his sword keeps him propped up.

Celo runs up to him trying to help him stand. 'God how weak I must look.'

He grits his teeth as he tries to stand on his own. Yet she holds him tight.

"No, please let me help you Devil."

He chuckles a bit as she leads him to another alley. "We aren't making the progress we need. They'll be looking harder now."

His ears twitch as a buzzing sound fills the air. Devil looks up and sees a drone.

"Great now they have eyes in the sky. This is insane. They will see us as soon as we make a move in the open. And we're still about another mile from where your address is."

Celo looks worried as she looks at the dark wolf. Despite his skill, they are outnumbered. They have no one to help them. His partner would be no help as he has told her. They best not to go to anyone as they have no idea who to trust. Damn it how was this going to work?

They head between the buildings, hoping to keep the drones from seeing them but that would only last for so long before they are spotted. A female lapin comes from the side building seeing them as she looks a bit panic. Celo see her and grabs her before she goes back in.

"Please we need help. We need to hide for a bit. At least until I can stop his bleeding," the dragoness looks pleading at the brown furred lapin as she looks scared but seeing the wolf looking like he is about to pass out with his sword barely being held in his paw.

"Come quickly. Before anyone sees us," she says, helping Celo bring Devil inside.

xXx

The red drake shoots one of his men as they said they lost her and her bodyguard.

"She is a fucking cunt!!! You can't find her and her fucking mongrel of a protector!"

He shoots another one of his men as they cower from him. A lone figure stands to the side as the red drake walks back forth in anger.

"The fucking cunt told that asshole something. I know it. HAS ANYONE FOUND OUT WHO THAT ASSHOLE WAS!??" he roars out as many shrink thinking they will be shot next.

"Boss no one seems to know who he is. I've reached out to many of my contacts and no one knows who he is. If anything, he might not even be the law. He might be someone who she hooked up wi...urk." the badger who was talking beings to choke as the the figure comes from the shadows and makes Rex break his hold. It is another dragon but with blue scales as a yellow streak that seems to go from under his chin to his chest. His tail sways behind him as he looks at Rex.

"Killing your men will not solve anything sir. We are doing all we can to find her. Also, I don't believe she would ever betray you sir. Yet you seem to act before you think about it. Now she is on the run and under protection."

Rex turns to look at him with such rage. "Clover you are my lucky charm when it comes to my problems. Which is why I let you speak to me in this way. Do not let it go to your head," he growls at the blue dragon.

"FIND HER!!!! She knows something!! That green dragon was snooping around here for a reason. I want to know the reason and their connection," Rex stalks off angrily.

Clover watches as he leaves before looking at the remaining bodies.

"We need to start where they were last seen. We know he is injured yet that makes him more dangerous. Do we have a file on the wolf?"

The badger looks at his pad as he searches for the info from the photo of the wolf. A beep is heard as his eyes open wide.

"Oh shit he's a Retriever. Gold rank. Besides that, he doesn't exist. He seems to be a partner to someone. Just a person called Trent. Hell, do the retrievers bother to post any info?"

Clover looks upset as he grunt.

"This isn't good. She has a specialized bodyguard. Retrievers full database can't be access by law enforcement. Only the highest order of government permission can get you accesses to those files. What you are looking at is most likely the public domain for those who wish to hire them. Many of the Retrievers info is blocked. Still, the wolf is a problem as he seems to be trained. If this was a different mission for him, he would killed you all without even blinking an eye."

A few hyena's come out all cackling. "Yeah yeah we can handle a lost puppy. Quick question sir? Can we play with her before we make sure she is no more?"

Clover seems to think about it before shrugging. "I want her dead. I don't care what you do to her before her death but she is to be put down. I don't know what she might know but best to be on the safe side. If that dragon was undercover, she might have been his contact. Best to kill her. Make sure you rip it all out of her. I do mean all of it."

The hyenas begin to cackle as they leave. Clover shivers thinking it would have been a blessing if Cleo was killed by his men as the hyenas would make sure she suffered.

Xxx

It was the same dream he had since that day. He was training like any other day with his clan. It was the same dream as much as he would try to avoid it. It always came to this. The choice between him and his blood brother. They were both close as many thought they were true brothers. Both were up for leadership of the clan.

Those were good days. Yet those dreams would always turn to these dark dreams. The blood on the walls. His master slain, lying in a pool of his own blood. Devil running after his friend, his brother. They would fight until he knocked him off the cliff. His brother would cling on the edge, begging Devil to save him. Despite it all he still loved him as a true brother.

Devil hesitated for a second and reached out for him. But it was to late as his blood brother would fall from the cliff side screaming Devil's name. It would haunt him for the days to come.

Could he forgive his blood brother for this?

That question would haunt him forever.

He hears his name being called. His eyes snap open as he flicks his wrist and his katana appears in his hand the blade comes from its sheath and is against the throat of the one who woke him. His vision returns as he sees it is a dragoness who looks scared out of her mind as tears come from her eyes. Devil shakes his head as he tries to clear his mind, slowly lowering his blade.

"I'm sorry I..."

"No it is my fault. I thought you were having a seizure or something. Who is Tanaka?"

"Someone from my past. How long have I been out?" he asks, looking around at the room they were in.

It was dark and sparsely filled besides the chair Celo sat on and the bed he was on. He sheaths his weapon as she looks confused looking at the corner of the room and back to his balde.

He smiles knowing what she was thinking. "It is my partner. It comes when I need it. It comes in handy when your opponent thinks you are unarmed."

Devil winces a bit from the wound. Damnit. Was a bit worse than he thought. So much for an easy job. Trent would be nagging on him about not carrying a healing item or being careful.

Devil's master would ingrain about being cautious when on a mission. Something he has been lax of as with Trent by his side. He shakes his head as he sits up on the bed looking at the bandages on him and some fur that was taken off.

Celo looks a bit embarrassed. "Sorry had to shave you to get to your wound."

"It'll grow back. Look I need to get you to your destination and we can call it a day. At best they have moved but I doubt that we will be that lucky."

He gets up with a sharp pain on his side. He ignores it as his face betrays his pain. He jabs around his wound as the pain recedes and he takes a deep breath. He puts his clothing back on as she looks at him with a look of awe.

'How did you do that? Rex would take painkillers to numb the pain after he was shot or stabbed."

Devil just smirks. "It's nerve points I hit to numb the parts. It comes in handy when you want to numb a part of your body that hurts. Look, it won't be long before they start to haresses those who live around here. I think the main problem is they know where we are most of the time. Best we go somewhere they won't follow."

"How can we go anywhere they won't find us? They're on the streets and mostly likely in the alleys looking for us already. This is a lost cause. Maybe I should give up and maybe he will make it quick," she begins to whimper a bit.

Devil finishes dressing up as he looks down at her as she sits in the chair and smiles.

"I told you, I am your bodyguard. I will get you to your destination. It's my job. I don't fail. If I did, my partner never let me live it down dead or alive."

He takes her clawed hand and she looks up at him as he smiles at her.

"Hope you don't mind the smell though."

xXx

Clover watches the screen from the feedback on his remote drones. He had at least ten in the air to keep track of much of the going ons in the city. He had to be careful where he went though. Old town was off limits to the drones. They would see it as an act of war and come over and kill them all.

But he had to make sure they had eyes everywhere. He knew the wolf would not venture in there as they had ears to the ground there. His informats he had called in with a few coins were to make sure no one tried to venture in there. Yet nothing. The pack was out there hunting and he knew it wouldn't be long before they started to kill others to get information from the citizens. The few law enforcement officers he had on the payroll would not stop the rest from coming down hard on them if it came back to them about spying on them.

Those hyenas were the main problem as they would not stop until they found the wolf and Cleo. What bother Clover the most was the wolf. He seemed to be hired by the dragoness. Yet there was little information about him. He tried to see who he was and what his part in all this was. His skills were good to keep her alive this long.

Still for no one to have seen them was getting annoying. His cell went off as he looks at it. A text was sent saying they were seen but than lost them between the buildings in the Rose district. How could he have evaded them this much? That area was sealed and there no way they could go by roofs as he had eyes in the sky.

One of the drones flew low where some searchers were gathered at. It was than he saw it. A working crew on a manhole cover. They were in the sewers.

Clover gets on the cell. "Josh they are in the sewers! Get those losers in there and get the others in a five mile grid near all the openings. I want them dead do you hear me"

He hangs up in anger but knowing they had a place to go. This wolf was more clever than he realized.

xXx

A manhole cover slowly pushes up as a set of teal eyes look around to make sure the coast is clear. The cover is push to the side as a wolf comes out as he takes some deep breaths to get some clean air in his lungs. He reaches down and helps out a dragoness as she is gagging and falls to her knees, vomiting what little she has left in her stomach.

"By the goddess above. I thought I'd die down there due to the smell. How did you stand all the pungent smells?"

Devil smiles a bit at her. "Been in worse waiting for a target. You tend to get use to it or suffer like you did. Well I think we are here....wherever here is," he looks around to see an old building with some lights on.

Cleo looks at the building and her eyes seem to widen as if she is remembering something. Devil shakes her a bit as she snaps out of her trance.

"I'm sorry. But some memories came to me. I have to do something here. Why is it like this?"

She walks towards the old building as Devil follows, keeping his ears and eyes aware about what is around him. His senses still feel off about this place.

Cleo enters as she seems to be remembering something, moving due a script she has done over and over. She walks over the wall and runs her clawed hand across it until she finds what she was feeling for. She presses the part of the wall a bit causing a panel push in as a control panel comes out with a scanner. She steps back a bit till it beings to scan her. Then a few beeps later, another scanner comes out. It looks like something that would scan the rentals of someone. The feeling is getting worse for Devil as he is about to destroy the device. When Cleo holds up her hand stopping him.

"No I am suppose to do this."

She moves forward and places her eyes in the scanner as lights flash and a melody is played. She begins to shake as she is breathing harder. Devil reaches forward to pull her away. As soon as he touches her, she collapse to the ground. .

"I should have never let her look in there. Great," he huffs, cradling her in his arms as he tries to wake the dragoness. She seems to be alright, just sleeping yet she won't wake up.

Than a loud crash is heard as a cylinder flies in and he knows what it is as he makes a gesture fast to protect them. A small explosion happens as a bright light fills the room.

Several hyena's rush in with their weapons drawn. All they see is the dragoness laying on the floor with a cover over her.

"Jor, check her out and make it fast. If it's her, kill her and chop her head so we have proof for payment. I want to hit that strip club we past on the way here. I heard they have whores who love freaky shit."

Jor walks forward to check on the unconscious dragoness as the rest spread out to give him cover. One Hyena stops as he feels something behind him as a shadow falls on him. It was too late to react as Devil's katana impales the hyena's head. He dies with a gurgle.

The others turn to open fire on Devil. But as fast as they are, Devil was faster. Before they can open fire on the wolf, he uses the body as a shield and battering ram as he collies into another hyena plunging the tip of his sword into another hyena's head as he dies screaming, ripping the katana out he leaps into the air into the shadows. They fire into the shadow only to hit empty air.

The hyena with a dark sash around his head looks around in panic. "Back to back you fools!!!"

They all snap to back to back as they have their weapons drawn as they scan the room as some get night vision on.

Nothing.

"Boss I don't see shit?! Do we retreat?" The hyena voice trembles as he sounds scared.

"No. We are going to ki...Urk!!!" the leader begins to stiffen up as they look at him with a sword sticking out of his head.

The hyena with the leader world turns the wrong way as he feels for the last time his neck snap as the world spins and then goes black.

The others cannot believe this as they turn to fire upon the dark wolf as his white clothing stands out yet he seems to once more vanish as they fire where he once was. The remaining hyenas begin to panic and try to run off as the sword on the leader's vanishes and two more are chopped down.

The last two make it to the door but only one makes it out as the other's head rolls past him. The yena falls over screaming in terror.

As he looks back and unloads all around him. "WHERE ARE YOU ASSHOLE!!!"

His rifle is cut in half as the wolf stands before him unharmed with a frown.

"I would advise you stop shooting. I would hate to be shafted my pay by you killing the client."

"Please I don't want to die!" The hyena begins to wet himself.

"Did you spare those you hunted before?"

The hyena eyes widen as the katana descends on him, cutting him in half. The body pours his blood out as Devil has already leapt back to avoid the spray.

Devil heads back inside to see how Cleo is doing as he wipes his sword down on one of the dead yena's bodies. He sees Cleo waking up as she looks around confused.

"Roy? Where is Roy at? He was suppose to be here. I...remember now....all of it. I am,.,,,"

He is about to ask her what she is talking about when the sounds of vehicles can be heard outside.

"Great they had backup. Stay low and.."

He stops talking, seeing her pick up some of the weapons left by the dead thugs and begins to reload some of them, getting any other weapons she can get her hands on. Devil looks back out the window and sees a blue dragon standing behind them as he calls out to them.

"I know you're in there Cleo. Come out and we let your bodyguard...."

A shot rings out as the blue dragon falls over with a hole in his head. Devil looks over at the dragoness as the AK-47 barrel is smoking in her grip.

"I always hated that asshole. His head was so far up Rex's ass I thought he was his other lover. Listen up you jerks. I called for help. Give up and you might only get arrested!"

She ducks as does Devil seeing her do it as gunfire erupts around them. Devil looks at her, an eyebrow raised before dusting the debris on his fur.

"How long have you been able to shoot like this Cleo?"

Cleo grins at Devil. "I'm sorry. But I've always been able to. I'm undercover. That's all I can say for now."

Devil sighs hearing that.

"Great. Someone from the police."

As the building they are in is slowly becoming more and more ventilated, Devil is trying to think of a way to get out of here. He's still her bodyguard despite being a cop. Though with her firing from the new holes appearing in the building, it's becoming clear that she doesn't need his help. Just how well trained is she?

Cleo, or whoever she is, tosses another weapon away as she growls.

"Damn fools only had so much ammo."

She tosses the last grenade at the firing thugs as it goes off, taking only a few out.

"You know if that dumb cat was here this would be over and I be hearing how he had to fill out paperwork."

Cleo growls at Devil who appears to be doing nothing but complaining.

"Some bodyguard you are! You have yet to do anything to protect me!"

"Done nothing? I've kept you alive this long for you to finally get your so called memories back. This is my thanks I get? I'm adding hazard pay for this," he growls out as bullets whiz over their head.

"You're supposed to be some kind of warrior. Why haven't you gone out there and karate chop them or something?"

"Because I was waiting for this moment."

"What moment?"

They stop firing for a second as if to see they were going to fire back. Yet without their leader they had no real leadership. A leopard walks forward with his rifle still up.

"Come out and we will make it quick!"

Devil looks up and smiles as he pulls out a combat knife he found on one of the hyenas and it flies betweens the leopard's eyes as he falls over dead.

"Come get us assholes!"

"Are you nuts you fool? I have no ammo left!" she growls out and throws the empty gun at Devil who just catches it.

"I know. And they know also as they see that we stop firing. They will all come here and fight where I am better at close combat. With all those guns and the open area, I couldn't get them all without getting injured or you getting killed. I maybe good, but I know what limits are. Now I see why that cat always wants to work together. Less grief when things like this happen."

Devil looks through one of the holes. And like lambs to the slaughter, they were coming to meet his blade.

xXx

Trent is driving up to the abandon area.He got a text from Devil saying he needed a lift. As he gets closer he sees many cars different law enforcement and many meat wagons.

"What the hell happen?"

As he pulls closer he is stop by a few furs in dark clothing as they yell at him to leave. Devil shoves them aside as he walks past them looking mad. As they try to stop him, he looks back at them with a death glare. They all back down as he just walks towards the car. Trent sees a dragoness trying to stop Devil who just pulls away and gets into the car and slams the door.

"Drive."

"And no hi? No how are you doing? Just drive?"

"Drive," he growls out.

"You are paying for gas fool."

As they drive off, Devil smiles as he pulls out the sack of coins he took from Agent Cleo. He hated to take money from cops, but he had to get paid for this job. She even tried to convince him to join the agency. He hated to work with Trent. But to work with a group of losers and follow their worthless rules doesn't sit well with him.

He was happy to be with Trent for now. Though she did promise him more time with her. Maybe that would have sealed the deal, but she didn't seem to be one who like to be dominated. More like she was to be on top and in control. He knew full well she wanted a loyal guard dog. Devil was no guard dog. He was no one's pet.

No, this was something she wanted of him. She wanted control of a valuable weapon. All this so called sting was set up so they could take down the so called mob that ruled the pier. Now they had her with all the things she saw and recordings the dragon had who was killed. He was her contact who kept tabs on her. They just got caught at one of the drops. She was under some hypnosis that way there would be no leads that she was undercover.

With Devil and his skills, he would be another tool for the agency to use. For her to use. He wasn't going to play that game. He was a lone wolf in a sense. He watches as Trent pulls up to the gas station and looks at Devil.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Devil asked confused.

"You pay for the gas."

Devil smiles as he gives Trent a gold coin.

"Got change?"