The Job
My cell phone vibrated silently on the small nightstand, the rattle it produced was amplified by the hard wood and as a result I was moved from the pleasant dream I was having. My eyes never opened as my paw fumbled around on the nightstand in an attempt to find it and stop the earthquake I was experiencing. My paw finally found it and I flipped it open while moving my head into a reasonable position.
"Hello?"
"Sir, there's a call coming in through the private line. The caller wants to speak directly with you. Should I patch him through?"
I took a moment to think, you had to be a pretty important person to get a chance to speak to me directly. "Alright Anne, patch him through." Anne was a German shepherd with a smoking body and sharp tongue, my secretary and sometimes lover. She handled all my calls when I was asleep, on vacation or balls deep in some whore. I shifted my body so it could lean against the headboard and brought the cell phone to my ear.
"Speak."
There was silence for a moment before a voice finally broke through. "Is this the..." He paused for a moment, a slight tremble in his voice as he dared to say my name. "...Coyote?" I could only stifle a small laugh that formed in my throat before my business attitude took over.
"This is him and who may I have the pleasure of speaking too?"
"Call me Mr. Williams for the duration of this conversation."
The voice was deep and had what sounded like smokers gout but was nonetheless straightforward. "The organization I work for has an interest in your...talents. We have a job for you that will pay very well if you choose to accept it. Are you interested?"
"What are you? CIA, NSA?" I knew I wouldn't get a straight answer but it's always fun to hear their excuses.
"I'm just a representative of an organization sir. Now are you interested or not? We can always find someone else...say for instance from Black Mountain perhaps." I jolted up in bed my fist slamming into the covers.
"Don't you even think about it! Those monkeys at Black Mountain couldn't get a simple pizza delivery job done if you drove them yourself! I'll do it, set up a meeting and we'll discuss my fee." I could have sworn I heard a chuckle on the other end of the line as if I'd fallen into some clever trap.
"Alright, my people will call your person with the details tomorrow. Go back to sleep. Thank you." He hung up and I was left alone on the line or so I thought.
"You still listening Anne?"
Her startled gasp gave me the answer. "You're far too nosy my dear." She snorted on the other side of the line.
"You don't seem to mind when I'm nose deep in your crotch asshole." Like I said, she had a sharp tongue. I chuckled into the phone and told her to go home and get some rest. It was a long night for both of us and I wanted her attentive for when the meeting was set up. She was the real brains of the operation; I just sat there and looked pretty for the clients. Sleep found me again moments after I ended my talk with Anne.
The earthquake started again at 8 AM, this time I was ready to answer it. "Talk to me Ann-Ann."
She groaned for a minute, cringing at one of the many pet names I had for her. "Mr. Williams called earlier; he's set up a meeting for this afternoon: Downtown, warehouse number 10 at 3."
"Thanks darlin' I'll meet you there at 2:30."
She confirmed the time and I was left with the rest of the morning to myself. I took a minute to gaze down at the small city of Santa Cristo, USA. Population 30,000, a mish-mash of different furs; purebreds or half breeds like me. The day went quickly enough and before I knew it I was taking one of my many cars down to meet Anne.
-------------------------------------------Outside the Warehouse 2:30 PM----------------------------------------------------
"Do you see anyone? OW! The hell was that for?"
Anne picked her head up from between my legs wiping her saliva and some of my pre off her lips, her eyes shooting daggers into mine. "Oh yeah, I've got a 360 degree view of the area from here." I smiled sheepishly down at her, my erection poking her softly in the neck. We had arrived a half hour earlier than the scheduled time for two reasons; one to scout the place out ahead of time and two we were both horny as hell that day. We didn't even bother checking the place out, within moments of her arriving; she practically dove into my car and between my legs.
"Ok, I'm sorry, now less talky more sucky please." I put on my best smile for her. No one could resist the smile.
"You're such a pig." She put her head back between my legs and my member back into her mouth. I put the seat farther back so she could have more room to work with, resigning myself to let the woman work. She took me deep into her mouth, moving my shaft into her throat. She learned early on in our sexual escapades how take my length completely into her mouth and while I didn't measure up to a horse or bull I was still a decent size.
"You really do enjoy this huh?" Her reply was a small hum that sent shivers up my spine and it took every ounce of willpower not to cum right then and there. I wanted it to last just a little bit longer before I had to go into business mode. After a few more minutes of sucking I couldn't hold on any longer. "Anne, I'm gonna cum!" She pulled her mouth off of my dick and started to jack me off.
"All over my face please." Those words sent me over the edge and I painted her face a creamy white. When I came down from my orgasmic high I noticed a bright eyed Lemur wearing a dark suit peering into the car a surprised look in his eyes...it annoyed me.
"Da fuck you looking at asshole?" I yelled through the window. He didn't say anything for a moment, pretending to straighten out his tie while he composed himself; Anne in the meantime had scrambled into the backseat and was wiping my seed out of her face fur.
"Are you The Coyote?" I nodded at him and I could see the flicker of a smile touch his lips. "My name is Mr. Smith and I'm to escort you into the warehouse for the meeting. I nodded again and finally did up my jeans and got out of the car. Anne had finished cleaning herself as was about to get out when the lemur held up a paw. "The whore stays." Bad idea pal...
"What did you just call me? You did NOT just call me a whore!" One thing I learned about Anne early on in our relationship was Anne didn't like to be compared to something so far down the social ladder. It had something to do with her family I think but that wasn't important now, she had gotten out of the car and was giving the poor Lemur one hell of a heckling.
"Anne, leave the poor fellow alone." I put one of my paws onto her shoulder and she calmed down some but not before making a mock lunge at him and snapping her jaws shut within inches of his face. She twirled with the grace of a ballerina behind me and took her rimmed glasses out of her breast pocket and nodded at the stunned Lemur. "Lead the way." The Lemur nodded, visibly shaken by my secretary's previous display turned on his heel and walked towards the warehouse marked 31 perhaps a little faster than he wanted too.
------------------------------------------Inside Warehouse 31 2:59 PM---------------------------------------------------------
"Ah the famous Mercenary: The Coyote! What an honor it is for us to have you here!" The warehouse was as abandoned as I originally thought; whoever these people were they'd been using the warehouse for some time. It was a complete set up, technicians and computer nerds were rushing from station to station processing god knows what. But my attention was focused on the round table before me. There were four chairs; three were already occupied by a bear, a horse and a lion. I sat down in the open seat and Anne took her place behind me.
"What do you think of our set up Mr. Coyote? Quite the lil operation we have going on here." The horse was the first to speak but I only heard a fraction of what he said, my eyes were mesmerized by the way his lips flapped when he spoke. I've been around my fair share of Equines before, killed a good number of them too. But something about his lips struck me as abnormal. I was about to pass the thought on when I saw why, behind his lips was stitching! At some point this fellow had a terrible accident and had stitched his lips back onto his face! He must have caught me staring because he stopped explaining to me the advantages of such an operation and grinned wide enough for me to see that the stitching went from left to right in a jagged pattern. "A claymore from the last war blew right up in my goddamn face. Doctor told me that I'd have been dead if it wasn't for the ballistic face plate." I felt my stomach lurch with the mental image and immediately turned my eyes towards the bear.
"Let's get down to business shall we? What's the job and how much are you going to pay me?" The bear reached under the table and brought a black briefcase onto the table. He opened the locks, spun it around so it faced me and slid it across the table. When I looked inside there was a manila folder on top of what seemed to be endless stacks of cash. I reached into the brief case and took out the folder " For Your Eyes Only" was printed in big bold letters on the front. Inside were the mission specs:
Name- Jacob Black
Location- Afghanistan
Physical Description- Subject is a 5 foot 6 male Rottweiler. There's a scar across his left cheek and he has a prosthetic right arm. 250 pounds, mostly muscle.
Background- Mr. Black was a former CIA Black OPS with an impressive track record: Army ROTC, Ranger and then CIA he served in over twenty hidden wars before being cut loose by the CIA. Apparently he had begun to hire himself out to PMCs. During one particular mission he was captured by the Taliban and tortured; which is where the missing arm comes into place. The experience was traumatizing, it left him scarred mentally as well. He had a crisis of faith and disappeared. Two years later he was found again in Istanbul selling troop movements to unknown buyers. A CIA team was sent in to retrieve him, no one made it back. Two years passed again and this time he was found in the mountains of Afghanistan. Our experts say that he's gone over to the other side. The DOD wants him taken out before he does something dangerous but cannot do it themselves.
I closed the folder and tossed it behind me, it slid perfectly between the notes Anne had been taking behind me. I rummaged through the bills, mentally counting up how much this life was worth. The final amount surprised me but also filled my head with questions one of which I asked my three mysterious employers. "Who are you?" Their answer felt like something out of a movie.
"We're just concerned patriots Coyote. Just doing our part for the country we love." I raised an eyebrow at them but didn't press further. They were paying good money for one little renegade and it seemed like an easy job.
"Ok, you got your man. I assume this will be an all expense paid trip?" The threesome nodded and explained that there was already a plane booked for me the following weekend and the papers were being arranged. I was to meet a team of Rangers and they would assist me in locating and taking out Jacob.
"Wait I thought you said the government couldn't take him out."
This time the lion spoke. "You were listening and you're correct. But these Rangers aren't after Jacob. They're after the man he's supposedly hiding with; some higher up in Al Qaeda. Call it in-direct assistance." I nodded and stood up from the table.
"You have your mercenary gentlemen. I'll get the job done. Can I leave now?" The combined silence from the Big Three gave me my answer and I left with Anne trailing behind me.
I kissed her goodbye, double checking that our dinner date was set for that evening and she left driving into the city to her own flat. I got into my own car and drove back to my house. The drive was uneventful but I was so caught up the details of the mission I didn't notice a lot of things that may have prevented what happened next. The lock to my front door had been jiggered; the sun had cast a large shadow into hallway I should have heard the warning bells going off in my head but I didn't. Then before I had time to react, a large wolf appeared in my peripheral, clubbing me over the head with what I would later find out was a baseball bat. My brain exploded in pain and I fell to the floor. He delivered a swift kick to my ribs for good measure.
"Mr. Black sends his regards. Quit while your ahead boy." I felt another kick against my rips and heard his paws on the wood floor as he left the house; I waited until I heard a car go out of the driveway before getting to my feet. I made my way to the phone and calmly dialed 911.
"911 emergency, what's the nature of your call?"
"Hi...could you send an ambulance to 21 Fair Road?"
"Right away sir, is everything ok?"
"No...No it's not. Goodbye."
As I hung up the phone, somewhere in the valley below I heard a siren start and echo up the mountain then everything went black as I met the floor once again.