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Natalya flew Akita Air into Portland, and upon seeing the size of the plane that was to ferry her to her final destination, she walked downstairs and rented a car instead. They set her up with a Chevy Impala with 3000 miles on the clock. She drove south on I-5, keeping the car about 5 miles an hour over the posted speed limit even as other cars zoomed past. Not that any state trooper would bother to hassle a fellow lupine, and even if they did, the phony drivers license she had in her possession would check out unless someone looked REALLY closely. But why ask for trouble?

Three hours later Natalya pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn on Aurora Ave. and was lucky enough to be given a room on the second floor. A long time ago a certain coyote had advised her never to accept a room higher than the second floor if she could help it. "If you needed to go out the window", he had said, "You won?t break your leg".

Once settled in her room, Natalya stripped down and stepped into the shower, turning the water to its hottest setting. She sighed with contentment as the steaming hot water cascaded through her fur, easing the day?s tension in her muscles. Now if only she had a male to massage her knotted shoulders. She smiled at the thought of going downstairs to the lounge, odds were that there were some traveling business furs in town. At least one of them had to be interested in getting it on with a young, attractive female wolf. Business first. She chastised herself for not making the call right when she arrived, but Natalya was exhausted from flying and had to get that "airplane smell" out of her fur. She vigorously shook herself off and wrapped a towel around her waist, then picked up her cell phone from the bed where she had tossed it.

The voice on the other end answered after the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Uncle Bill? It?s Michelle. I know its short notice, but I just got into town and was wondering if you would be able to show me around town tomorrow?"

"Of course, dear! Just come by the office about oh, noonish? You remember where it is?"

"Sure do. Great then, I?ll see you at noon."

Natalya disconnected the call and turned the phone off. Then she dressed herself in a pair of hip hugging jeans and a black, form fitting tank top. She stopped to admire herself in the full length mirror before stepping out. Daily physical conditioning and thrice weekly 7 mile runs had rewarded her with a firm, toned body that turned the heads on most males, a fact that she was proud of. She flashed her best flirty smile at the mirror. Satisfied, she departed.

She awoke late in the morning the next day, having gone to bed a little after three in the morning. As she had suspected, Natalya was able to find a nice attractive male and get him to her room. He was a border collie type named Sam. She had gotten Sam the border collie to massage the knots in her shoulders and back, and she returned the favor by doing something else. Judging by his performance, he was either a virgin or poorly experienced. Natalya had dismissed him earlier in the morning. It wasn?t like she was looking for a lasting relationship, sometimes a girl just had certain needs that only a member of the opposite sex could satisfy.

Natalya partook in the hotel?s continental breakfast on her way out, although she questioned on which continent was this considered breakfast. She took a bagel and cream cheese and a cup of coffee. One of the things that she loved about Rainier was the coffee. They were serious about it here.

The drive to the north end of the city didn?t take too long, and Natalya found "uncle Bill?s" office with ease. It was a small two story office building situated near the sprawling campus of Husky University, and he was waiting outside for her. The hyena walked up to the driver?s side window and handed her a nylon laptop case.

"Everything you need is in there. We would appreciate it if this equipment disappeared once you are finished."

"No one will ever see it again." She promised.

Natalya returned to her hotel room and slowly unzipped the case. There was always the chance that someone would have placed a bomb inside, but Natalya dismissed this as unlikely. After all, the client had paid in cash. She flipped the lip open to reveal its contents. Inside was a thick manila envelope containing a real estate contract.

Well to the uninformed anyway. If you knew what to look for, you would find a name, location, and a timeframe. The next sheet of paper contained a photo and some biographical information. The photo showed a black and white husky, with one blue and one brown eye. He was a bit older than Natalya, and on the attractive side. According to the bio, he frequented several late night establishments in the area and was known for his promiscuity. It gave Natalya an idea.

The final items in the case were a suppressed Glock .45 pistol and two magazines loaded with hollow point ammunition. Attached to the trigger guard of the pistol was a tag that read:

Naturally we would prefer this item's use as a last resort.

Good hunting,

Uncle Bill

Natalya had to smile at the hyena?s sense of humor. Chuckling to herself, she slammed one of the magazines into the pistol and racked the slide. She set the weapon and spare mag in the case, and zipped it back up. There was plenty of time to do some location scouting before nightfall.

She committed the husky?s likeness to her memory. There was a lot of huskies in this town, and Natalya needed to be sure when she saw him.

Because Natalya was going to kill him.

For a lieutenant in the State Security Police, Mikhail Bazykin didn?t seem too concerned about his own security, and that made him easy to track down. Natalya went to his office, drove by his apartment building, and she visited his favorite drinking establishment. He seemed to travel in the company of one bodyguard, a Rottweiler who looked like he might burst if he pumped any more steroids into his muscles. The bodyguard looked this way and that, constantly scanning. Well that wouldn?t make things too difficult. She thought.

Natalya elected to wait for Bazykin outside of his apartment building, knowing that he would probably be going out this evening. She parked the cat in a space with a clear view of the parking garage entrance, and waited. She removed the biographical information sheet she had on Mikhail and read over it. While it didn?t matter what the target had done to earn himself a visit from the wolf, sometimes Natalya liked to know. Sometimes the client was nice enough to provide them with a reason why.

Mr. Bazykin was in charge of the intelligence division of the SSP. It was no secret that furs who were suspected of saying a bad word or two against Alpha Pavlichenko suddenly found themselves disappeared. The State Police came in the middle of the night and whisked them away to "reeducation camps" in the Navajo Desert. Most never returned. For more serious crimes, they were simply executed and dumped in the streets, but only after being tortured into a confession. Apparently Mikhail and his officers had arranged for the torture and execution of the wrong person this time, and the deceased?s uncle called a certain hyena he knew in Rainier.

It was just after 10 o clock when Natalya spotted Mikhail?s black Cadillac pulling out of the garage. She quickly looked in her rearview mirror and pulled into traffic.

Nobody noticed the coyote in the vestibule; head down beneath a hooded jacket, but noticing everything around him. He took a final drag from a cigarette and tossed the remains on the rain soaked sidewalk. He walked a block up the street to the marked police cruiser parked in the fire lane. The coyote opened the trunk and removed the soaked jacket he was wearing, exposing the dark green uniform of a Queen County Sheriff?s deputy. Whistling to himself, the coyote slammed the trunk lid and hopped into the patrol car.

As Natalya had suspected, Mikhail was heading to an upscale lounge near the waterfront. He would have a few drinks here, than head off to a dance club to find himself a date for the evening. Natalya hoped to save him the trouble of the second stop. She was dressed to kill, so to speak, with a short leather skirt and a halter top that was a size too small. Knee high black boots completed the look.

She caught the husky?s attention almost immediately upon entering, but she ignored him for now and sat herself down at the far end of the bar. She ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks and stirred absent mindedly at the ice.

"Now there?s a woman with taste." A male voice said from her left. She turned her head to face the newcomer, and found her target standing there, eyeing her up and down.

"I?m just trying to get wasted." She replied "I?m in town on business, and my boyfriend calls me out of the blue and says it?s over. Can you believe that?" Natalya forced tears to her eyes. "Just like that!" She slammed her fist down on the bar for effect.

"I.. I?m sorry. I shouldn?t have..." The husky turned away, but Natalya reached out and placed a paw on his shoulder.

"Please, I?m sorry to have blown up like that. Would you mind keeping me company? I don?t want to be alone tonight."

Mikhail turned with a gleam in his eye that said "jackpot"

30 minutes and a few drinks later, Natalya had done enough of her "dumped girlfriend in need of a rebound" to convince Mikhail to take her to his place. They were in the process of making out before they even made it through the door. She roughly tossed the husky on the bed, pounced on him and ripped his clothes off. He didn?t protest.

"Evening officer." The doorman said to the uniformed coyote as he walked past. "Is there a problem?"

"No problem." Daniel Yote replied with a smirk "Just a routine check."

"Oh Dog." Mikhail panted "You were awesome, Jennifer." Natalya scratched the husky?s ears and planted a lick on his muzzle.

"let me know when you?re ready to go again, Mike. I?m going to get us a drink." The wolf slid out of bed and walked over to the kitchen. She poured two glasses of bourbon and took a sip from one. In the other one she dumped a packet of white powder and stirred it with her finger. After making sure the tiny crystals were dissolved, Natalya made her way back to the bed and presented Mikhail with his glass.

"I noticed you have quite the hot tub in the bathroom." She cooed, caressing Mikhail?s head as she spoke. "How about we take a nice, hot, romantic bath?"

"Oh, that sounds great. Suddenly I feel tired though. Like I just ran a marathon. I guess you just... Sucked the life out of me." He grinned.

Not yet. She thought as she smiled back.

"Well, you just lay there for a minute. I?ll go start the water."

A few minutes later, she returned to find the husky even worse off. His movements were slow and sluggish, his muscles felt like jelly, and his mind was clouded. He felt the wolf gently bring him to his feet and lead him to the hot tub. Before he got there, his legs gave out and he collapsed. What the hell is going on! I can't move!

He wanted to cry out, but he was effectively paralyzed. Natalya again hefted him up and gently lowered him into the hot tub. She climbed in as well, and straddled the husky, in case the GHB she had slipped him wore off.

"What?s wrong, sweetie?" She mocked. "You look upset."

Natalya wrapped her muscled legs around Mikhail?s torso and pulled him under the water. The drugged husky was as weak as a kitten, and made no effort to resist. He couldn?t. A few minutes later a cascade of bubbles broke the surface of the water as Mikhail Bazykin?s lungs flooded with water and he died.

The wolf held her victim underwater for a few more minutes just to be safe, then released her hold. The husky?s body floated to the top of the tub as she toweled herself off. She collected any evidence of her being in the apartment and placed it in a plastic grocery bag. She quickly dressed and left the apartment, taking her bag with her.

Natalya opened the door to the stairwell, then jumped back in surprise at the police officer standing on the other side of the door. Her eyes widened further once she saw the smirking face of someone she recognized. Natalya immediately dropped the plastic bag and brought her body into a fighting stance.

"YOTE!" She hissed. "You?re still alive."

"It would seem that way." He replied nonchalantly. "So, what are you up to, Nat? Killed your new boyfriend already?"

Natalya took a step forward, preparing to attack the coyote. But he quickly pulled a pistol from his holster and pointed it at her chest.

"Ah ah ah." He warned. "You know, I?m still a little pissed off at you from our last little encounter. You know if I hadn?t been wearing the vest..."

"Next time I?ll be sure and put a bullet in your cranium, then." She growled. Then she pounced. Fortunately for Natalya, she knew a few things about the coyote. Including the fact that he was very inexperienced in paw to paw combat. She gripped the pistol with one paw and struck the coyote in the throat with the other. Yote struck back, knocking the pistol from her paw. The wolf responded by kneeing the coyote in his ribcage, sending him to the floor howling in pain.

"Oooh, I guess that bullet wound I gave you hasn?t quite healed yet." She leaped on top of him, pinning the coyote to the ground. She reached down and pulled the knife from Yote?s boot, and held it to his throat. Natalya put all her weight on the coyote?s chest, making him wince.

"Now you listen to me and you listen good, coyote. You got lucky to survive my first attempt on your life. Damn lucky. And as long as you stay the hell out of my way, there won?t be any more. But if you EVER try to stop me again, I will cut your fucking head off." She pressed the blade into Yote?s neck to emphasize her point. "Or maybe I?ll rip that annoying voice box out of your throat."

She flashed her pearlescent fangs "With these. Am I clear, Yote boy?"

"Crystal." Yote gulped. His ears were now folded back and his tail was tucked between his legs. Natalya briefly considered murdering the little shit right here in the stairwell, but that wouldn?t give her much chance at a clean getaway. As far as anyone knew, Mikhail had simply fallen asleep in the tub and drowned. Finding a dead body in the stairwell would arise suspicion. Especially if that dead body was wearing a Sheriff?s uniform, real or not.

Natalya turned her gaze back to the coyote and his overt display of submission. It gave her a feeling of self satisfaction to have a male cowering under her. Especially a coyote. Especially Daniel Yote.

"Stop being such a puppy." She growled "I?m not going to kill you, unless you decide to follow me. I?m going to walk out of here, you?re going to stay right here for at least 10 minutes. And if you fail to do so, I will hunt you down and fucking eat you. Do you understand?"

Yote nodded, not doubting the wolf for an instant. He knew her personally. He knew Natalya liked classical music and Starbarks coffee. He knew she loved riding motorcycles as he did, but he also knew that Natalya was a sociopath with a finely attuned killer instinct.

He knew not to make her mad.

After leaving Yote handcuffed in the stairwell, Natalya made her way downstairs. She used the parking garage exit so the doorman wouldn?t see her leave, and took a cab to where her rental car was parked. She paid the driver 3 times what the meter said, to help the cabbie forget this particular fare. She drove to the waterfront and dumped the items in the storm drain, then lit the papers and envelope on fire. She dumped the pistol and silencer in the woods south of the city on her two hour drive to the airport. She turned the vehicle in to the rental car counter and bought a one way ticket to JFK. Before boarding the plane Natalya made a phone call from a payphone. When the answering machine picked up she said

"Hey uncle Bill, its Michelle. I looked over the contract for that house, and everything is in order. Tell the buyer they can close now." Natalya hung the phone up and boarded the plane.

As the 757 lifted off the runway and climbed out, Natalya laid her head against the seat back, closed her eyes and was asleep before the captain turned the seatbelt sign off.

--------TWO--------

New York; What a Town

Daniel Yote bounded down the stairs into the Broad St. Subway station, leaving the shattered remains of the stolen taxicab behind. He heard the screeching sirens heralding the arrival of the NYPD as he descended after his quarry. Thankfully there were few commuters this late at night, so he was able to keep an eye on the wolf as she ran. Unfortunately for the lone transit cop who attempted to stop her from jumping the turnstiles, she was also armed.

Yote felt a sting of rage in his belly as the officer?s head exploded from the bullets. You didn't have to kill him, BITCH! He was only doing his job! He snarled inwardly

Yote used the anger to fuel his rapidly tiring legs. His lungs burned. Maybe he should have taken Doc?s advice and stopped smoking. Of course, Daniel Yote rarely ran like this. He reached the subway platform with his Springfield .45 at the high ready. Natalya had taken refuge behind a concrete pillar, and laughed mockingly.

"So what now, Danny boy? You gonna put the cuffs on? Take me in? Is that it?"

"Something like that." The coyote growled in reply.

"Yeah? Well, come get me, coyote."

With that, Natalya quickly popped from behind the pillar, concealing most of her body save for her pistol and part of her head. Unfortunately for Yote, it was on the opposite side from where he was expecting. It took him a second to adjust his aim and fire, but by then Natalya?s rounds were already on their way. The first one slammed into his sternum, the second into his left breast, and the third into his left shoulder. Yote howled in agony and crumpled to the ground. His bullet-proof vest prevented the two slugs from penetrating his chest, but the impact was still like being kicked by a horse. The third one buried itself deep into his shoulder and felt to Yote as if it was on fire. He heard Natalya?s footsteps echoing closer.

My gun! Shit! Yote tried to ignore the pain racking his body. He had reflexively tossed his pistol when he was shot, and it now lay a few feet away until a black boot kicked it and sent it clattering onto the subway tracks. Yote?s eyes traveled up the boot, to the form fitting leather motorcycle suit of its owner, to the she-wolf who smiled contemptuously back at him.

Natalya sauntered up to the downed coyote and deftly placed her boot on Daniel?s shoulder wound, forcing him to cry out in pain and lay on his back.

"I warned you, Danny. I told you what would happen if you came after me. You were one helluva merc, but a lousy hit man. Now you?re just a dumb, dead ky-yote."

Natalya leveled the barrel of her silenced pistol at Yote?s right eye and squeezed the trigger.

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"Sir, please fasten your seatbelt. We will be landing soon." The flight attendant gently tapped Yote?s shoulder, rousing him from his dream. The coyote?s eyes darted quickly back and forth as his heart rate returned to normal. He was amazed that he had slept for the entire 4 hour flight. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as the plane made its descent. Hopefully that wasn't a premonition or something.

20 minutes later the airplane landed at La Guardia airport. Yote flagged down a taxi and told the driver to take him to Manhattan using the Queensboro Bridge. As they passed over Roosevelt Island the sun became visible over the massive skyscrapers of the Big Apple. Daniel Yote had managed to secure a 23rd floor apartment on E. 57th street and 2nd Ave. Well, actually it belonged to his uncle, but he was out of the country on business for the next month. More than enough time to complete the assignment and get back to the West Coast. He had failed in Rainier, and his better judgment told him to call it quits and go home. Natalya was better trained and certainly more lethal. There was no doubt in the coyote?s mind that she would make good on her threat to rip his throat out if she caught him.

But he couldn?t really quit either. If he did, he would be thrown in the pound for the rest of his life, the government man had said. What could Yote do about it? He WAS wanted by numerous governments, his own included on charges ranging from grand theft auto to Wilful sedition. The Canine government never bothered to prosecute him because they were one of Yote?s biggest clients.

Until now.

He had to admit, it was a pretty easy way to force him out of retirement. He knew that bitch at the Presidential Compound in Fort Seeley was pulling the strings, doing all she could to make his life miserable while maintaining deniability. So Daniel Yote had grudgingly accepted his task. Find and capture Natalya alive, or die trying. That would be the hard part. Not dying. Yote began to suspect if maybe that was the whole point of this.

After taking an hour long shower, Yote sat at the kitchen table, thinking on how to get to her. Unlike most of his jobs in the past, this was one where the hunter could easily find himself the hunted. Natalya could sniff him out of a crowd in a heartbeat. And then it would be over. He had to get the drop on her somehow. Well, at least he?s do a bit of recon first. Maybe he?d get inspired. Yote went to his uncle?s bedroom and opened the closet. Sure enough, the uniforms were there, neatly pressed and hanging in plastic garment bags. He selected one and quickly dressed himself. He made sure to grab the hat from the kitchen counter on his way out.

The cab driver gave him a strange look as he jumped in the back seat, but quickly shut his mouth and any suspicions when Yote tossed a 100 dollar bill his way. They arrived at a towering office building in Manhattan?s financial district 45 minutes later. Yote threw the driver another 100 in addition to the cab fare, donned his hat and entered the building.

"Afternoon officer." A German shepherd in a black suit said from behind his desk. "Can I help you with something?"

"Uh, yeah." Yote replied, pulling a small notepad from his shirt pocket and flipping through it. "I?m looking for GWS design group. Doing some follow up on a report, and this is the address we have."

"Sure thing officer, they?re on the 55th floor. You?ll see the receptionist?s desk as you get off the elevator. Just go through those glass doors."

"All right, appreciate your help." Yote smiled, eying the array of security cameras in the building?s lobby. He tipped his hat and made his way to the bank of elevators. There was one on the lobby level so he quickly stepped inside. The shepherd waited till the doors slid closed before picking up the phone on his desk.

"Hey boss, just FYI, NYPD is here. He?s on his way up to GWS. Says he?s here to follow up on a report, but I thought you should know. Sure. I?ll send you the surveillance images."

Yote rode the elevator to the 55th floor, then took the stairs up four more floors to his actual destination. The Aurora Capital Corp occupied this entire floor, and it was just what Yote was looking for. As far as the public knew, ACC was one of the largest real estate and venture capital firms in the city, owning and leasing out more office and retail space than any other company. The fact that its owner killed people for a living and used her company to launder cash was something kept secret.

Daniel casually opened the glass doors leading into the reception area. He caught eyes with a platinum blonde Pomeranian seated behind the desk.

"Hi officer!" She said cheerfully, a hint of flintiness in her voice. "Can I help you?" The coyote flashed a devilish smile in return.

"No miss, just making sure everything is... In order."

"Okay, well if there?s anything you want from me, just ask." She managed her best flirty smile.

"Actually, may I use the restroom?"

Only if you promise to take me in there with you The Pomeranian thought to herself.

"Yeah, sure. It?s down that hall, 3rd door on the left."

The Pomeranian kept her eyes on the coyote?s butt as he walked down the corridor and disappeared into the restroom. She didn?t notice the wolf appear behind her, so she jumped a little when Natalya spoke.

"Who were you flirting with this time, Kira?"

"Omigosh, Nat. This super cute cop. You should see him. I bet you could bounce a quarter off that ass." Kira panted slightly.

"Wow, he must be quite the looker."

"Oh, and he?s a coyote, too." She swooned. "I hear they?re dynamite in bed."

"So where did this cute-coyote-cop go?" Natalya asked. Kira pointed to the restroom door in reply. "Hmm, hey do me a favor Kira, I need the spreadsheets from the Anderson account. Can you get them for me? They?re in a black file folder in my desk."

The Pomeranian nodded with a quizzical look, then trotted off.

Yote heard the bathroom door open behind him, but paid no mind as he absent mindedly scrubbed in between his fingers. When he looked in the mirror it was too late.

"Oh SHI-"

Natalya swiftly wrapped her left arm around the coyote?s neck, and with her free paw she wrestled the 9mm pistol from his holster and jammed it into his back.

"You have got to be the stupidest coyote on the planet." She hissed into his ear. "I?m not too kosher with being hunted on my own territory. I warned you what would happen if you came after me. You know what?s going to happen now, don?t you.?"

Yote nodded, his mind racing. There was no way she?d kill him right here. Well, with the gun anyway. She could easily choke the life out of him in the position she had him in. No. She?d take him down to one of the building?s sub basement levels. Where she could take her time, have some fun with her catch before finishing him off. Down there he could scream all he wanted. No one would hear him.

Well fuck that. If he was going to die, he?d go down fighting. Yote pushed off with his feet, slamming both him and Natalya into the bathroom wall. This surprised her enough to release her hold on his neck. He spun around and kneed his assailant in the belly. She let out a "woof" as the air was forced from her lungs. Yote was already out the door by the time Natalya brought the pistol up. She fired at the wall in frustration, hoping to hit him anyway. She threw the door open with a primal growl and gave chase.

"CALL 9-1-1! Tell them you have a 10-13!" Yote shouted to the wide eyed Pomeranian girl as he ran past. He really didn?t want to involve the police in this, especially since he was clothed in a stolen uniform. But it could provide him with a diversion to escape.

The call went out over the airwaves as a "Shots fired, possible hostage situation." This immediately got the attention of a lupine Army officer at JFK airport. It was probably another false alarm, but Captain Zack McCartney and the soldiers of the Iron Wolf Platoon would respond anyway. They were after all, a counter terrorist unit; deployed to the New York Area on an anonymous tip regarding possible terrorist activity. They sat and waited in an unused hangar at the east end of the cargo area. McCartney thought it stupid that such an elite team of shooters sit around a hanger instead of training (or shooting), but he also felt a twinge of excitement about being first on the site. Captain McCartney?s little unit was the only military unit in the Canine army whose membership was restricted to pure blood lupines. Membership in the Iron Wolves, or "The Pack" was next to impossible. You never volunteered for the pack. Only after a thorough assessment of your abilities, (and you had better be the very best among the candidates) were you asked to volunteer. The result was a tightly knit, highly skilled group of operators. Problem was, they were so good at their job that they were always on the clock. The pack was the only family they had.

McCartney and his team were geared up and jogging to two waiting Blackhawk helicopters within 10 minutes. They hadn?t technically been called out yet, but at least they could be in the air to react when they were. The choppers lifted off and made a beeline for Lower Manhattan.

Yote felt kind of guilty about knocking the Dalmatian in the NYPD uniform unconscious, but he needed his gun. Most police officers were more than reluctant to let anyone else borrow it, so Yote simply rendered the cop unconscious as he ambled up the stairwell.

"Sorry bud, but you?re better off being hit by me than her." The coyote shot his glance upward. Natalya was still about 10 floors above and descending. As they got to the lower floors, people were beginning to evacuate their offices and trickled into the stairwells. When he had a clear moment, he ducked through the door on the 6th floor. He didn?t bother to see if Natalya would follow him. He jogged down the hallway, trying the knobs on the office doors. Finally he found one that opened and threw himself inside. Yote quickly shed his uniform shirt and duty belt and tossed them under the desk. Daniel hoped the office?s occupant wouldn?t mind that his brand new leather jacket would be missing when he returned. He tucked the pistol in his waistband and carefully exited the office and made his way to the elevators.

"Hey! You!" A loud female voice stopped him as he pushed the down button. Yote turned to see a Doberman fem briskly walking towards him. She was dressed in a long skirt and a blazer with the company?s security logo on the chest. Professional looking, but still cute.

"Elevators are locked down. You have to use the stairs."

"Why? What?s going on?" Yote pretended to be concerned.

"Can?t say. NYPD is ordering the building evacuated. You need to go downstairs and find your supervisor, they?ll let you know what?s up."

"Oh. Ok. Thank you miss." Yote flashed his best "handsome" smile and turned back down the hall to the stairs.

Natalya was waiting for him on the other side of the door. She seized his shoulders and kneed him in the stomach, sending the coyote to his knees.

"You?ve really fucked things up, Yote. There?s a hundred cop cars out there." Natalya wrapped her arm around him, and hauled him to his feet.

"Now, you and I are going to walk out of this building together." She tightened her grip, as if to prove her point. "We?re going to walk out of here like mates and you?re not going to cause a fuss. Got it?"

"Hey! What are you doing! STOP!" Natalya and Yote both looked in surprise at the direction of the voice. The Doberman security guard stood facing them, her paw on her pistol.

"Back off, dog." Natalya growled in warning. "This is between us."

"Well, I?m head of security for this building, so guess what, wolf? It is MY business now."

"Look, just listen to her." Yote pleaded to the dog. "She?ll kill you without a second thought."

The Dobie pulled her pistol from its holster, but she was a bit too slow. Natalya brought her own weapon up and fired, striking the dog in the stomach and chest. At the same time, Yote worked himself free of the wolf?s chokehold and drew his pistol. Natalya fired blindly over her shoulder as she spun around and ran down the stairs, forcing Yote to seek cover while at the same time returning with sporadic fire of his own. By the time he was able to work himself into a position where he could accurately aim, Natalya was well on her way down. Yote fired at her back in frustration, both shots going way wide. After ensuring that she was not going to stand around and engage, Daniel bounded down the stairs after her.

Natalya pushed her way through the building?s glass doors just as an NYPD cruiser hopped the curb and skidded to a stop in front of her.

"OH! Thank Dog you?re here! There?s a crazed coyote in there shooting at everyone! I think he?s already killed a few people!"

"Okay ma?am, get across the street! We?ll take care of it!" The officer gently pushed her aside and ran into the building, one paw on his gun, the other on his radio mike. Seconds later, several shots rang out.

The crew chief hurriedly tapped McCartney on the shoulder, then motioned for him to put a radio headset on. He clamped the headphones over his ears, and swung the mike in front of his mouth.

"What?s up chief?" He said to the aircraft commander.

"Cap, we got a lot of chatter on the NYPD citywide. Looks like there?s an active shooter at a building in lower Manhattan. Officers and civvies are down, and ESU is still 15 minutes out. I can have us overhead in less than 3.""Ain?t nowhere to land down there, you know that."

"Roger sir, but we can at least check it out, maybe rope you guys down on the roof?"

"We get anything from higher?"

"Negative sir."

"Well chief, it?s your bird. Let?s go have us a look-see if you?re up to it."

The pilot gave a thumb up in reply and ordered the co-pilot to turn the helicopter towards Manhattan. McCartney tuned his radio into the NYPD frequency, to hopefully gain a little more intel on the shooter or shooters.

Yote dove for cover behind some chairs as a fusillade of rounds were fired at him. He tried to keep himself concealed as he attempted to get around the officers. It almost worked, too. But the officer was a little older, and his reflexes weren?t what they used to be. Yote dove for him, wrapping his arms around the cop?s legs and bringing him to the ground.

"I?m on your side, you idiot!" He shoved the heavy set officer away from him and leapt up.

Apparently the officer?s rookie partner didn?t get the message, or didn?t care, because he fired at Yote as he ran, shattering the windows. One bullet grazed the coyote?s shoulder, and another whizzed by his ear as he leapt through the broken glass and out into the street. His head swung from side to side as he looked for Natalya. He spotted her as another police car screeched to a stop in front of him. The officer on the passenger side moved to tackle him, but Yote sidestepped and jumped on the car?s hood. He deftly kicked the driver?s door on the other officer, striking him on the nose and sending him sprawling backwards.

You worthless fucking donut eaters! Natalya wanted to shout. Amidst the chaos in the street, she spotted a taxicab that had been abandoned as its owner scrambled for cover. She nonchalantly got in the driver?s seat, and spun the tires as she took off, making sure to give an extended middle finger to the coyote.

"Sorry officer, but I really need to borrow your car." Yote grabbed the cop by his uniform collar and threw him on the sidewalk. Luckily the officer had left the keys in the ignition. He slammed the shifter into reverse. With a grin, Yote reached down and pushed a series of buttons, activating the lights and sirens. What was the point in stealing a police car if you weren?t going to do that?

If you were going to steal a car in this city, a taxi was the thing to steal, Natalya thought to herself. She slowly made her way up Broad St, keeping with the flow of traffic. The sight of an NYPD cruiser power-sliding around the corner in her rearview mirror sent a twinge up her spine. The police car had its lights and siren activated, and it almost passed her before its occupant locked the brakes. She allowed herself a quick glance at the driver. It was Yote. But he didn?t seem to notice her just yet. Well that was his loss. She quickly brought her pistol to bear on the blue and white car and opened fire.

"HOLY SHIT!" Yote exclaimed as glass exploded all around him. He instinctively put his paws up to shield his eyes and ducked behind the computer terminal as bullet after bullet slammed into the car. When the shooting stopped, Yote heard tires squealing and peeked up to see a taxi departing, its driver obviously flooring the accelerator. Yote brought his own foot on the accelerator in his car, but nothing happened. The car had stopped running. He angrily jammed the key to start the vehicle, but nothing happened. He let out a roar of rage and pounded on the steering wheel.

"ALL THE FUCKING CROWN VICS IN THE FLEET AND I GET THE ONE DOG-DAMMED CHEVY!" He punched the screen of the mobile computer, as if that would help. It was only then he noticed a label below the speedometer:

"Ensure transmission is in "P" and depress brake pedal before starting vehicle."

"Roger that sir, I copy! We?ll do our best to take them alive!" McCartney disconnected the sat phone and applied his headset.

"Hey chief, we got new orders. Two vehicles headed toward the Brooklyn Bridge at a high rate of speed. Orders are to intercept and apprehend the occupants... Alive."

"No disrespect, sir but there?s no way I can get this bird anywhere near the Brooklyn Bridge. Not close enough to land anyway. I?m good, captain. But not that good."

"Well figure somethin? out we?ll be on top of „em in 10 seconds." The wolf turned to his troops in the helicopter and gave the hand signal to lock and load their weapons. Of course he had been given orders to take the coyote alive, but he hoped that he would resist. McCartney hadn?t bagged himself a „yote in a while, and he smiled at the chance.

"Good news, sir. L:ooks like they?re bypassing the bridge and taking the FDR."

"The what?" McCartney didn?t know shit about this city and all its abbreviations.

"That nice, wide, elevated, helicopter friendly highway down there." The pilot pointed out his window.

"You?re saying we have room to do an intercept?"

"My gunner will probably have to put some rounds through the engine block, but yes sir. Plenty of room!" The pilot replied with a grin.

Zack gave the pilot a nod of approval and drew in a deep breath as the helicopter began to rapidly lose altitude.

Daniel Yote had to give credit to whoever designed this car. That was the 5th vehicle he had slammed into and the ancient Chevy kept running. He glanced at the wildly spinning SUV in his rearview mirror, wincing as it slammed into the Jersey barrier.

"That?s what you get for not pulling over!"

Smoke billowed from under the hood of the embattled patrol car, and it was beginning to obstruct his vision, but he still managed to keep pace with Natalya in the fleeing taxi. For a moment it looked as if she was going to take the exit for the bridge, but she swerved over at the last possible second, forcing Yote to sideswipe yet another car. He began to think about just what he was going to do with Natalya when they finally stopped. He only had about 3 rounds left in his pistol, and couldn?t figure out how to release the shotgun rack if his life depended on it. He knew there was a hidden button somewhere, but he didn?t want to lose focus on his driving. He was having a hard enough time as it was. For a split second, he could have sworn he heard the thumping of helicopter rotors. It was loud, too. He quickly looked around, and didn?t see a helicopter.

Natalya swerved to avoid rear-ending an 18 wheeler, earning herself an angry honk from its driver. She cursed the damn coyote every time she looked up and saw that he was still there. What did he hope to accomplish? He had to know he was no match for her in unarmed combat. She had demonstrated that fact a few times. Well, he?d pay for his foolishness. Once she lured him to a less populated area, she?d gut the annoying little shit and tie him up with his own entrails. He?d watch, horrified and helpless. Then she?d rip out his heart and devour it in front of him. That'll be the last thing he sees. Me. eating him alive. That had to mess someone up, whether there was an afterlife or not. Natalya licked her lips at the prospect. While she preferred cooked meals like most normal canines, there was still a small part of her brain that was hardwired from her ancestors?, even though there were laws passed prohibiting such distasteful practices, Natalya was a wolf. And wolves killed and ate lesser animals in the wild all the time. Even coyotes.

Natalya was so caught up in her reverie that she failed to notice the large military helicopter swoop in from under the Williamsburg Bridge. Only when the pilot pitched the rotors so the car was thumped with rotor wash did she look up and over. It was an Army Blackhawk, and the starboard cabin door was open. Inside she could see a squad sized element of soldiers staring down at her. Suddenly, the door gunner opened up with his .50 caliber machine gun. They were obviously warning shots, as they missed her vehicle and landed in the East River, spraying geysers of water 10 feet in the air. She again looked at the open bay of the chopper. One occupant had his palm upraised in the universal gesture for stop. The helicopter moved even closer, till Natalya was certain that the spinning blades would cut her car in half. The door gunner again opened fire, but this time the rounds smashed into the hood of the taxi, causing the engine to die instantly. The car sputtered and stalled, and Natalya eased on the brake pedal. When the car came to a stop she immediately raised her paws to the roof in a gesture of surrender. Whoever these guys were, they obviously meant business.

Yote mashed the brake pedal to the floor, locking the wheels and sending the embattled caprice into a skid. The car spun twice, vaulted up onto the center guardrail, and came down on its roof. It slid for a few more feet before coming to rest.

Yote quickly unfastened his seatbelt and landed with a thud. He was able to wrestle himself free of the destroyed car and staggered to his feet.

The Blackhawk gently touched down in the middle lane of the freeway and soldiers began pouring out. Yote could see that they were all lupines, which gave him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Everyone knew that wolves and coyotes didn?t get along. In some areas of the country, it was perfectly legal for a lupine to kill a coyote on sight. And most of the lupine members of the military came from that particular area of the country, which didn?t bode well for Yote. He watched as Natalya surrendered and was taken into custody. Hopefully they were only concerned with her. After all, he was on a contract for the government, and it was just completed. Kinda.

His hopes were dashed when the pack?s "alpha" pointed directly at him and shouted something. His subordinates leveled their weapons at Yote and began advancing towards him, spreading out to flank him as they moved. It was classic pack hunting behavior.

"Yeah, fuck that." He said to no one, and bolted.

Zack McCartney felt a sadistic smile form on his muzzle as the coyote took off running. Sure, they said bring him alive. They never spoke of what condition he was to be in. He raised his rifle, dropped to a kneeling position, and brought his Aimpoint sight on his target.

"Fuckin? ky-yotes." He muttered, spitting a mouthful of Copenhagen. "They make it too easy."

He gently depressed the trigger. The coyote jerked violently as he was hit and crumpled to the pavement.

"Drag „im back here, boys. If he gives you any shit; put another round in ?im."

Yote yelped in pain as McCartney?s 5.56 round struck him in the back of his thigh, spraying blood and bits of fur and fabric as it exited. His leg immediately gave out, causing him to drop to the ground. He rolled over on his left side to face the advancing soldiers, wondering if and when the next bullet would come to terminate his suffering. The second shot never came. Instead, he was quickly surrounded by the heavily armed troops. They were laughing at him. A large black-furred wolf broke the circle and kicked the coyote in the shoulder, rolling him on his stomach with his boot. Yote resisted the urge to cry out. It would only make them laugh harder. Two of the wolves pinned him down, a third placed his boot on the side of his head, forcing his face against the asphalt, and someone else roughly bound his wrists and ankles. A gloved paw reached down, grabbed his snout and bound it with nylon parachute cord. Then he was not too gently searched and hefted to his feet. He winced at the wound in his leg as he was roughly dragged to the waiting helicopter, ignoring the "what a fuckin? pussy" and the "fuckin? ky-yotes are such bitches" comments from the wolves. Yote was thrown on the floorboards of the helicopter, where a medic applied a field dressing to his thigh, all the while joking about the placement of the shot. Then, out of pity, he stuck a syringe into the back of Yote?s neck. The morphine took effect almost instantly, mercifully lulling the coyote into unconsciousness.

The Blackhawk lifted off and turned to the east, back to the Iron Wolves forward operating base, leaving a very puzzled New York Police Department and a lot of questions to the mayor?s office behind.

Chapter 3

Of Wolf and Yote

Yote awoke with the desert sun shining on his face. It didn?t matter where he shifted position, the sun always managed to find him through the tent?s tiny windows. He let out an annoyed growl and sat up on his cot. He had been at this facility for three weeks now, and he still had no idea where on Earth he was. All he knew was that it was called Camp Charlie. Judging from the little he could see from the yard, it was a prison camp in the middle of the desert. Navajo, he guessed. There was no way of knowing for sure, he had been blind folded and hooded for the entire flight. Hell, he could be in Iraq for all he knew.

At least Yote and his fellow detainees were pretty much left to their own devices during the day. There were accountability formations three times a day before meals, but for the most part the military police furs guarding the compound left them alone, and the prisoners in turn minded their own business. Everyone knew what would happen if a prisoner got out of line. It had happened only once since Yote arrived. The MP?s in the over-watch towers were armed with high powered rifles, and were exceptionally good shots. There were no warnings here. If you got out of line, you took a 5.56 or .308 to the back of the head. Nobody protested, because if you were here, you were dead to the world. You were the property of Camp Charlie. A citizen of nowhere.

Yote winced as he put weight on his leg, the bullet wound still not completely healed. At least the docs here gave him some good drugs. He limped out of the tent and over to the showers, which had been set up in what resembled a mobile home trailer from the outside. There was no one in here currently, so he took the stall on the far end. He let out a yawn as he turned the knob, sending a jet of hot water cascading down his fur. Yote looked at the floor, absentmindedly watching the water circle the drain. He let out a discontented sigh. He had accepted his previous contract on the condition that he wouldn?t end up in a place like this, even though it was rather nice as far as pound facilities went. But still, he felt betrayed and depressed, wondering if some government person would come to get him out of this, if anyone even cared. Maybe they were doing this to him to teach him a lesson, he thought. Maybe he was to spend the rest of his life at Camp Charlie. He briskly shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts from his mind.

His thoughts drifted to the throbbing muscle tissue in his leg, and to that lupine bastard who shot him. Yote remembered his face clearly, remembered his name. If he ever got out of here, Yote would be sure to track down CPT. McCartney and pay him a visit. But for now, he thought as he turned the water off, there was another wolf he had to be concerned with.

Natalya watched through narrowed eyes as Daniel Yote limped from the shower trailer. It did fill her with a degree of satisfaction seeing how pathetic the coyote looked. He hobbled slowly with his head down, ears back, and tail tucked between his legs. He was obviously in a great deal of pain, and he should be. She had guessed that the lupine captain?s bullet had pierced Yote?s sciatic nerve, which would make him miserable for the rest of his life. She smiled at that thought. It was almost better than killing him, seeing him in pain for the rest of his days. But, she decided it wasn?t enough to allow him to live. She couldn?t do it while they were both detained here though, the MP?s would put them both down. No. She had to figure out a way to get them out. Natalya had contacts in the government, they had used her for her specific skill set. She was the best in her field, and she knew it. She also knew her services would still be in demand. The hard part would be convincing them that they also needed a shit-for-brains-coyote too.

She wouldn?t off him right away. She?d leave him alone for a few months, maybe a couple of years. She?d lull him into a false sense of security, let him stop looking over his shoulder, let him get comfortable with his life again. Then WHAM. She?d strike. Yote would never know what hit him. Well, actually he would. Natalya intended to make his death very up close and personal.

Yote gave her a quizzical look when he caught her eying him, a sadistic smile on her muzzle. He shook his head and limped off. She?d let that leg heal up nice and good too. She took greater satisfaction on a kill that was harder to catch

Sleep well, Yotie. Because your time on this world is almost up.

Natalya found him in the dining facility after that morning?s formation, blankly staring into a bowl of supposed oatmeal. Yote jumped back in his seat in surprise as she nonchalantly took the seat across from him.

"Relax spaz-boy. I come in peace. We need to talk about getting out of here."

"Really?! Like together? Umm... let?s see. You tried to kill me... one, two three, six... hell I don?t even have that many fingers!"

"Lower your voice, idiot." She growled "You haven?t exactly been an altar boy yourself. And while nothing would thrill me more greatly than to feel your heart stop in my paws, I find that I... Need you."

"You need me." Yote?s upraised eyebrow indicated he was more than suspicious. "And what, pray tell, do you need me for?"

"Yote," She cooed, gently placing her paw on his. "You can get us out of here."

"And why would I want you out of here?"

"Well, how about a deal. You get us both out of this, and all your past transgressions will be forgiven."

"Even that one da..."

Natalya bit her lip to prevent her from snarling at the coyote?s remark.

"Yeah." She replied through gritted teeth. "Even that."

"Well forgive me, Natalya. But I don?t exactly trust you."

"Well, Yotie." She whispered, unzipping her prison-issue jumpsuit slightly. She smiled when she noticed Yote?s eyes dart down to her almost exposed chest. "Maybe I could persuade you to change your mind?"

"Uhh..." Yote shook his head slightly, as if his mind was suddenly filled with cobwebs "What?"

Natalya gently took his paw and slid it beneath her jumpsuit, guiding it around her breast. Yote?s jaw dropped slightly.

"Come on." She purred. "You know you want to. And there just so happens to be an empty tent in the last row."

She took him by the arm and led him out of the dining facility, towards the row of tents. Still a little confused and a little stunned, he followed without protest.

"Admittedly," Yote said with his eyes fixed of Natalya?s butt as they walked. "I have missed this part of you."

Yote woke with a gasp and a start. Another nightmare. They always seemed to come when he was upset or nervous about something. He had every reason to be nervous though. His eyes wandered up and down the very deadly she-wolf laying just centimeters away. He wasn?t sure he liked the way she held him, one paw clasped around the back of his neck, and the other on his butt, holding him close. His pulse raced. What the hell am I doing? What if she had offed me in my sleep? was getting laid really worth my life? Part of the coyote?s mind actually decided that it was, even as the more rational part of his brain took over. It wasn?t like he could do anything about it though. Natalya held him tightly, and Yote knew she could out muscle him in a struggle. Her vibrant azure eyes bore into him, studying him intently. He wished he could see what was going on in her head right now. Because he felt like she could read him like an open book. It wasn?t too far from the truth, and it wasn?t his fault. Natalya had learned to read his body language quite well when they were together. She prided herself on being able to read a piece of Daniel Yote he tried to keep hidden from the world. It was one of his vulnerabilities, and she was exploiting it to its full potential. He was afraid of her. She smiled with self satisfaction at the mind-fuck she was giving him. Well, that, and the sex wasn?t half bad either.

"Relax, Danny." She whispered in his ear, tightening her grip. "If I was going to off you, I?d have snuffed you while you slept."

As far as Daniel Yote was concerned, his call to the Commandant of the Canine Defense Corps was what got him and Natalya released. She?d let him believe that for now, even though it was her own correspondence with a much higher figure that had done the trick. The Supreme Alpha of the Commonwealth was a little more than reluctant to agree to Yote?s release, but relented once Natalya informed them of her plans for him.

They had been called off to the side after the evening accountability formation and whisked to the helipad, where a CH47 Chinook briefly landed and picked them up. Yote craned his neck to get a view of the ground out of the side gunner?s door, but the sun was too low in the sky to see anything clearly. Normally flying didn?t bother him, but he seemed extremely nervous, fidgeting and squirming in his seat, constantly glancing at Natalya, who was seated

across from him. She laughed and shook her head. It was like he was expecting her to pounce on him at any given moment, and it filled her with joy.

The helicopter landed at Tonopah Air Force Base an hour and a half later. Natalya recognized the bright lights of the Los Virgos Strip in the distance. Yote and her were herded to a waiting SUV, which quickly drove them to the front gate and dropped them off. The Staff Sergeant driving handed them each an envelope with airline vouchers and 250 dollars cash. He cautioned them against visiting any of the casinos, because that money was to get them home. And with that, he sped off.

Yote began to slowly amble to the empty cab stand, but Natalya quickly caught up with him, draping an arm around his neck.

"What do you say you and I get a room in town, and celebrate our newfound freedom?" The coyote instinctively jumped and tried to squirm away from her, but she only squeezed harder. "Come on, Yote. You and me, a bottle or two of Cristal, and a Jacuzzi? Emperor?s suite at Cesar?s?" She stepped in front of him, and brought her nose to the tip of his, forcing him to look her in the eyes. She forced her best pouty look on her face, even extending her lower lip. "Pweese? My treat."

She enveloped his mouth in a kiss before he could protest, and brought her paw down the front of his pants to aid in his decision. Turns out he wasn?t that hard to persuade. The little voice in the back of his head became quieter and quieter the longer they kissed. He wanted to resist, but Natalya knew exactly how to wrap him around her finger. Not that she was giving him much of a choice anyway.

At least I'll have a good time before she kills me.

A couple of hours and a few bottles of wine later, Yote and Natalya lay sprawled and tangled in one another?s arms atop a mattress that was much more comfortable than the government issue bunk bed from Camp Charlie. Yote?s thoughts were still a jumbled mix of worries; he was still expecting the other shoe to drop. He was just waiting for the wolf to make her move and finish him. She never did though, which not only served to confuse him more, it also gave him a small twinge of hope. Maybe she really was ready to let bygones be bygones.

"So what happens now? He inquired

"Well, tomorrow morning, you go your way, and I?ll go mine. We?re squared as far as I?m concerned. But I?d stay out of my way if I were you."

"Sounds easy enough."

Actually, I'll be watching every move you make. And once you get comfortable with your surroundings, you're dead, Yote. Natalya chuckled at the thought. And you'll have no idea till it's too late.

"So, Dan. Tell me something. You have a nightmare earlier?"

Yote nodded in reply, staring at the ceiling.

"What was it about?"

"I don?t want to talk about it." He tried to roll on his side, but Natalya stopped him. She threw her leg over his belly and climbed atop him. She folded her arms and placed them against his chest, and rested her chin on them. Once again, she was forcing the coyote to make eye contact with her, drawing him out into the open when he would rather turn away and hide within himself. 2 years of cohabitating had made her an expert on Yote?s behavior. She knew she was making him uncomfortable, she knew he felt trapped by her. She could almost feel the panic rising in the pinned coyote?s chest.

"C?mon. Tell me. I?m not letting you go until you do."

Yote let out an aggravated growl, but there was no way he was going to try anything aggressive. He counted at least 3 ways she could kill him from her position, she probably knew more.

"Fine." He snapped "It?s kind of a recurring thing, except the circumstances change in every dream. Incidentally it happens every time we cross paths." He looked up at her with an annoyed glare.

"Oh don?t even think you?re getting away with just that." She playfully drove her knees into his flanks. "Details!"

"All right! Jeez! They usually start out with me chasing this person. Why I?m chasing them, I have no idea."

"The same person every time?"

Yote nodded in response.

"Who?"

"I?ll get to that." He didn?t like being forced to bear his soul like this. And he really didn?t like having to do it with Natalya. Dog only knew how she could use it against him.

"Anyway, I?m chasing this person. I?m always two steps behind, just out of reach. Then right as I?m about to close in, BAM. They strike back, and kill me."

"So the same person kills you the same time in all of these? Do you ever live?"

"No. They get me every time."

"Do you know who this person is? Maybe it?s a premonition or something."

"That?s what Im afraid of, Natalya." He looked straight into the wolf?s eyes. "And it scares me. Because this person is more than capable of making those dreams a reality. Because this person knows my weaknesses, how to manipulate me, and knows how to hurt me. Because it?s always you."

Natalya had to bite her lip to keep a laugh exploding from within her. This is great! I really fucked him up! Poor bastard! He's predicted his own fate and here he lies, right in my lap! As much as it amused her, his suspicions could unravel her whole plan. Natalya briefly considered wrapping her legs around his torso and squeezing the life from him right here, but that wouldn?t be any fun. She elected to play with him some more. It filled her with an odd satisfaction. She immediately acted to soothe the coyote; she gently stroked his head fur while cooing,

"Aww, you poor thing. You must be an emotional wreck, with all that?s happened with us."

"You have no idea."

"Well, rest easy big guy. I?m not gonna kill ya." She playfully scratched behind his ears while thinking; not tonight, anyway.

Natalya gently laid her head on Yote?s chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat, and nuzzled him with mock affection.

"Would it help if we had sex again?" She inquired with a naughty smile. Yote cocked his head at her, almost forgetting about what they had just discussed.

"I suppose it couldn?t hurt."

Natalya chuckled as she went to work on Yote. Remembering her own personal quote:

Give a man a fish; he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish; he'll eat forever. Give a man great sex; and you can get away with murdering the poor bastard.