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It seemed like a simple job. And an even simpler initiation test. My client was (not) a sales executive representing Bright Horizons, Inc. and absolutely did (not) hire me to commit sabotage, burglary and industrial espionage against their biggest competitor: Olympia Tech.

Two months ago, the multi-national corporation's CEO announced to Olympia Tech's stockholders and a few news outlets that their best chemists were creating a new production of high-class perfume that would be part of a new brand collection. They advertised it as the 'Aphrodite Collection', and each individual perfume would have a different scent with the same resulting aphrodisiac effect. Just a whiff could spice up even the stalest of romantic evenings.

Bright Horizons, who longed to become equal rivals with Olympia Tech for years, wanted to have the formula samples, right here in the Big Apple that was Peninsula City.

The cool wind of an early spring blew against my cheekfurs as I stood atop a building adjacent to Olympia Tech's corporate headquarters--a twenty-story building in the center of the main island of skyscrapers. Distant sirens and honking could be overheard down below on the streets, alongside flashing neon lights and an occasional shouting from a typical New Yorker. If I looked past a few of the buildings, I could even make out the shining windows of the One World Trade Center.

For now, however, I remained focused on my objective: getting inside Olympia Tech's headquarters, infiltrate the R&D department and snatch the samples without being detected. A little bit of sabotage would be icing on the cake too. Bright Horizons, Inc. wanted this to be discreet and quiet, but if all else failed, at least not have the robbery connected to them.

My watch indicated it was ten seconds to 11:30 PM. "Let's pray this works..." I murmured softly, putting on my facemask and feeling my whiskers twitch. "3...2...1..."

The main office went dark on schedule. Ten minutes until the backup generators activated.

Nobody would notice the black-clad leopard ziplining over their heads, either because they were too focused on an advertising billboard or the endless distractions on the phones in their paws. I also heavily relied on the sky being cloudy tonight. The last thing any freelance cat burglar wanted was being caught mid-badassery.

Luckily, I managed to get to the roof, then break open the maintenance access door without any resistance.

To say I was ecstatic would've been an understatement. My feline tail wouldn't quit wagging. If--no, when--I succeeded, the Guild would initiate me as a full-time member into their ranks. No more hacking into credit cards, no more pickpocketing on the weekends and especially no more jewel robberies that came once every several months. The Scorpion Guild would be the big leagues, helping me organize big heists with bigger players for bigger profits.

With a 25% cut going to the Guild, of course.

The hallways remained dark as I cautiously peered around each corner and listened at each sound. I warily made sure to hurry to my destination, hiding from view when a confused security guard could be heard echoing from a nearby corridor. Although I did wear a pair of decent night vision goggles over my head, I only had them on minimal setting, concerned what would happen to my eyesight if the power suddenly flicked on.

At last, I found the R&D department door. Unfortunately, the glass doors and windows automatically locked itself once the power went out. Wouldn't want to accidentally leave the company's best-guarded secrets unprotected during a blackout, huh?

Luckily, I already planned this ahead.

The scenes in movies of the protagonist crawling through air vents are bullshit. Not only were modern air vents and ducts too small for a single fur to crawl through, but the noise made only resulted in either a tabloid-worthy arrest or said fur ending up in a bloody body bag. No, the best way to get inside a locked room was sending in a mini drone the size of your paw and using a built-in 'finger' to type in the unlock code from the inside.

Four minutes until the power returned.

Unfortunately, as I placed the glass canisters of Aphrodite Collection in the duffle bag, I heard him enter before he even had to speak up.

"Freeze!"

I slowly raised my paws in the air and held onto the last canister in my left paw.

"Turn around."

I complied, craning my neck slightly to see a Great Dane come into view. He held a single flashlight and a taser in his other paw, both pointed directly at me.

Getting caught wasn't part of the plan, but it did come in Plan B. I eyed behind the hulking canine to see the untouched fire alarm on the wall besides the entrance hallway.

"Drop the cannister and put your paws behind--"

"As you wish!"

In a quick-timed span of several seconds, I slammed the canister in my paw to the ground, causing the glass to shatter and the perfume to fill up the room, then I held my breath and ducked in time as the Great Dane shot his taser. Another inch and I would've been Kentucky Fried Leopard. He then began coughing in the aroma (Luscious Strawberry. Dammit, I inhaled some!), giving me the opportunity to bolt past him and pull the fire alarm's lever down.

"Stop!" he hacked, then began to moan softly, "Ack! Ack! Ohhh..."

I jogged through the hallways as the sprinkler system drenched me all over. My body lunged itself to the familiar stairwell. I hauled myself up the stairs, gripping the duffle bag over my shoulder for dear life. Almost there.

In a blur, I found myself thinking back to how hunky and well-built the Great Dane looked beneath that uniform (wait what?).

Groaning at myself, I immediately shook the thought away just in time to barge the maintenance access door open. Taking a deep breath, and willing myself to focus, I gripped the prepared zipline and jumped over the ledge right as I heard footsteps shuffle behind me.

Most police and security assumed that a burglar would flee the scene of the crime, going as far as they possibly could to their safehouse. Most didn't realize that the simplest way to hide was in plain sight, which was why I rented a room in a motel only a mere two blocks from the Olympia Tech headquarters.

As I sneaked in and locked the entire room shut, watching through the blinds to see police cars speeding down the road, my body suddenly grew hotter. And my crotch more...

"Dammit..."

Thankfully, fifteen canisters of the Aphrodite Collection (minus the Luscious Strawberry I threw on the ground, no doubt beyond ruined from the fire sprinklers) I nabbed were in one piece. Stripping my suit down and peeling away the sweaty boxers clinging to my lithe body, I grabbed out the PDA and phoned in the number.

"Review Board, this is Silent Cat," I spoke up, then shook my muzzle when I began to pant and feel my cock harden further. "A-Aside from one vial of the product, I...oh...I-I have all products secured..."

"Affirmative Silent Cat," the voice, a distinct female one with a British accent--London, I believed--answered back. "We will speak to you in twenty-four hours and inform you if you will become one of us. Until then, rest up and be proud of yourself."

"Thanks."

The line disconnected. I was left alone in my crappy hotel room.

With a raging hard-on.

And twenty-four hours to myself.

Definitely the best way to relax before I get the results back.