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Regaining control of himself, Vince slowly rose. He could already hear the approaching footsteps outside the lab, coming to 'examine' him. 'No... I'm not letting them take this away from me..' thought Vince.His palms were black once again, now only focused on the incoming danger. His own company. He quickly tilted his head a little, and just as two men fashioned in yellow plastic protective gear appeared in the doorway, the door slammed deftly shut. "Hey, who closed the door!" hollered a woman's muffled voice. The doorknob jiggling madly in indignation.Vincent was a man of science. He relied heavily on science before physicality. If any man could control these powers, it would be him, despite the doubts fluttering in his head rapidly. Softly, he sighed and turned toward the large glass wall facing outside the tower, almost seeing down the entire street to the edge of the planet - the city. Growling, thrust a paw out forward, as the lab tables in front of him parted, sliding out of his way slowly enough not to damage anything.Vince approached the glass outlook as he raised the other paw and shut his eyes His claws tapped the glass as they rested against it. "Mister Cody, sir! You need to let us in!"The wolf lightly shook his head, "I need to break myself out."The delicate glass rumbled, threatening to crack it. Rather than that, the outlook completely shattered and its fragments blew forth.The entire wall in the room had been cast outward, but froze only five or four feet ahead of him at the most. All the glass pieces still spun in place, obviously from the sudden jerk in motion. The shards would break to miniscule bits if they weren't allowed to rotate. Vince wouldn't be able to handle the 'an object in motion stays in motion' clause of his sciences without being careful. But even so, this was the easy part.Vince began to compose himself. The wolf stepped back, his heart quickening, both, with the exciting challenge he'd have to face to show his scientific worth, and the danger of either being caught or slipping up in the slightest and sentencing himself to death. He shut his eyes once more to concentrate. Then, deftly and unsuredly, he burst forward, and leapt out the cold and open window.In sudden descent, he opened his eyes, and spun in the air to face the tower he was falling from fast. The chains on his leash and his belts flailed at his sides with the flapping labcoat around him. 'Come on, Vince, you're a scientist... Do it right..!'Vince squinted with effort. He ignored the effects of the rush fall to his entire body as he pushed his palms forward, focusing on the weakly suspending shards of glass. With Vince's force of mind, the glass flung forward into the room, shattering into smaller pieces before shotting back into position to reassemble the window again. One fragment burst through, misplaced, and slammed into pieces upon connection with the floor in the lab.The wolf had no time to care about his miscalculation, though. Vince was losing breath as he plummeted toward his death. His body fastly felt like it was going to rip off of his bones. He could hear bystanders below him shriek, but he didn't have time to concentrate on them either. Quickly, he closed his eyes again, and tightened his fists. Instead of falling to his death, no more than ten feet off the ground, Vince stalled in the air for a moment long enough to keep him from dieing. Vince sighed with relief as his feet gently touched the ground, people darting out of his way.The crowd of people, once parted, became wowed. "How the heck..!" "I want to be able to do that!" "When's it coming out?!" "What is it?"The woman laid back on the long chair, customed specially for leaning back. Brass glared through the chair at the slacking lackey he had allowed to be so lazy by giving her this privilege. The gum bubble in front of her large lips popped, and she chewed on it for a second. "There's an openin' for one o' that girl's banks. They're havin' troubles with security. If you wanna find that tape, I'd think it's in the bank. That's what the whole staff room's been sayin', anyways," she looked at Mr. Todd in the eye, smiling, "So I get a raise, right?" ".. You're fired."He turned, and briskly strode down the hall scoffing disturbedly, "and by the way, get Kyell and Marble before you start packing, tell them to meet me on my way to the door." ".. wait.. what?!" shouted the girl, "You can't fire me, I just got this job, you're 'apposed to get me a week's notice!"Brass stopped short, and sighed. He reached in the satchel on his pant leg, and shoved his paw backward, two-needle revolver in hand, firing four holes in the desk below her feet. She screamed as she darted up away from her desk, people gasping from within the room behind her. "Think of it as a week-long vacation without pay, then," he turned. "Jared!" a woman's voice shouted from the front of his face.As Todd focused his bifocals on the purple shape ahead of him, his eyes caught an old man's appearance although the voice was feminine. There stood a vulpine black figure with violet and grey hair. White hairs settled around the fox's mouth, and a bland red sweatervest hung over her torso, hiding her breasts. "Kyell," he lifted a brow. "Jared, you don't need to call me by my operating name," she shook her head and plucked the grey hairs with her paws, prodding at her locks as she spoke in a professional, but still quite casual voice, "I heard gunshots in the direction the red fox from the paper was. She saw the paper I was holding, and ran for it. Was that you?" Brass froze, and stared at the black fox, "... what?" "Yeah, I tried to catch up with her, but she was a good runner. After she ran into the alley, I heard gunshots and saw the flashes." "N-No.. you said.." flustering for a second, he shook his head, and thought back to the scene, "... son of a bitch.."Sam looked up at Brass, removing the white dye from her face. "Jared, what happened, who did you shoot if you didn't shoot the red fox?" "The publisher of the Daily Dragoon, that... Hayden Verté girl," he sighed, and looked up at the ceiling, "A.. a lavendar-haired fox wearing a.. probably a tank top and shorts was cowering in the corner before I left-- dammit, I should've known!" "... well, that explains the commotion in the Golden Verté bank." Brass sighed. "I can't believe I was so stupid... wasn't she dressed exactly like she was dressed in the picture?" he glanced at his spy, who in turn, looked away from him, sighing too, "But that bitch made it way too personal.. She was being cocky, and I don't like that." Nodding, Sam turned her attention back toward Jared, "Yeah, you're the only one that can be cocky."Jared glanced at Sam while a sided smile formed on her face. "Yeah, okay, where's Tarot?" was all he said. "Umm..." the black fox rose a brow, then dropped her eyes to the floor, "If... I'm not mistaken, she's making some preparations for a bank trip."Todd stared past Sam with a troubled expression, shaking his head. Standing a second, Todd put a paw on his hip. There was a silence until the black fox opened her mouth to say something, interrupted instead, by Jared. "I never get any privacy around here.." "So we're doing the bank robbery then!" The security guard in front of the bank was crushing the talk button on the large black device attached to his dark navy pants. "I don't care, don't tell me you're searching, just find her! It's already eight in the night, for Christ's sake!" 'B-But, sir," the pleading voice on the walkie-talkie stammered, "She could be anywhere in the city, sir. It's going to take time. It's been an hour, we haven't found anything, sir, and we've only searched, like, a fiftieth of the entire city. You can't ask my team to continue searching like this, sir!"The guard punched the bank wall with his bare fist. Crumbs of brick flaked off brokenly."You find her in an hour or you and 'your team' is fired , you got that?!"Geez, calm it down..." a familiar dark voice said beneath his dark glasses.The angered man turned to the black-furred tiger quickly, and narrowed his eyes. "What's your business here?"A brown skunk softly approached one of the three bank machined aligned from the large wooden doors to the bank, her violet coat concealing most of her body. She punched in a few numbers before placing another machine on the screen. Under her light brown dreadlocked hair, her eyes reflected the running numbers on the machine. " Hey!" the man looked at Brass, before moving towards the skunk. However, a barrel heavily landed upon his forehead in response."Uh-uh-uh..." Brass grinned, gun against the man's skull.Money was practically shooting out of the ATM. The machine hummed harmoniously with the clinks of the coins and folding of money, ordering the ATM to yield more. Quietly, the skunk turned her head at the angered man, and absentmindedly began pocketing currency in her coat.The man nearly growled, and took the barrel of the gun, yanking it to point away from him. Brass jumped, almost, and shot a few bullets into the pavement."Y-- ahh -- God , what the fuck?!" Todd shouted, fingers crackling beneath the man's burly hands.Without hesitation, Jared let go of the gun, which caused him to fall back, and caused the man to tighten his fist around the gun. He thrust it into the wall, breaking it to pieces. As Todd was coiled to the ground, his voice coarsely gave the man a grunt.The skunk sighed, and turned to the man, stuffing her coat with more coin and luscious paper. "You're making this really difficult," her dry and gentle voice's paw reaching into her coat for the final time, at least for now. "You're the ones trying to rob me."The man stormed toward the skunk, clenching his fists, knuckles cracking.Softly, Todd groaned, glimpsing at the broken pieces of gun ahead of him. He knew that strength wasn't natural.The brown skunk backed away from the guard while drawing her own unusual yellow gun from her coat. She glanced away, clicked the trigger seconds before the man would reach out for her, and one of the bulbs on the gun shot out, attaching itself on the guard, zapping him. The guard shut his eyes closed, but consciously fought the shocks off with his unnatural hefty willpower. His body was so large, it could almost absorb the electric shocks barely phasing him. He snarled, clutching at the cord attaching him to the gun and the pain. " Rrrawhh...!!" he threw the cord off him and tore the bulb from his bulk.As he threw the bulb and the shock gun forcefully out of the skunk's hand, the guard's radio clicked off his pants. This was all the boost Jared needed as he turned his head to the radio, needing to assert himself to the gun parts. He picked the butt of the gun up, twisting to his stomach, and chucked it directly at the back of the giant brute's brain. The ongoing assault seemed enough to give the security guard an aneurism, making him exceedingly angry, turning at Brass vengefully after the connect. One hand on the bleeding bruise on the back of his head, the other grabbed Todd's shirt, forcing the tiger to rise with him.On the way up, Jared grabbed at the shock gun, glaring at the man. They had experienced smart ones before, but he was already developing great remorse for the girl and her bank. The skunk had retrieved the radio by the time Brass thrust the gun into the man's stomach. The man's eyes widened at the skunk. He was prepared to steal the gun, which all too fast triggered Brass to shoot another electric bulb through the man's security jacket, directly into his stomach. The man was shaking now, with angry and electricity. "Hello, sir? I think we found something, there's blood in the back of a--"Blood swiftly spattered across the sidewalk in response. The brown skunk hacker, Tarot, had whacked the man across his already profusely-bleeding bruise, wielding the radio, output breaking from the impact.The man screamed loud, finally, feeling the pain a normal man would've surpassed by now. Jared's paw slammed his body face-first into the brick wall. The impact shook the wall, snaping the bulb. However, as the bulb prodded deep into his flesh, electricity directly flowed into his body, electrifying him to the bone. As Jared's shoulder pierced against the man's backside, and the electric force surged through his body, the security guard helplessly shouted."Yahhh'm going to KILL you when I get f- free..!!" he hollered through agony and rage.Jared turned toward Tarot, though she was glaring at the guard whose bleeding face stared back. The situation had been contained."We got him.." Brass sighed.Softly, Sam's head popped in and looked on the scene from behind Brass."That's who you got for me..?" she raised a brow, "There's... no way I'll be able to-- ahh!"A slim woman pushed open the door, staring towards Sam backward to the door. Quickly, Brass pointed the stunner at the woman and fired another bulb. Vincent Cody, head bio-engineer and scientist of ToddTech had embarked upon a mission that wasn't requested of him a mission that would've seemed suicidal to any man, including himself, had the incident earlier not occurred.As Vince moved past the trees in the shrouded and shadowed forest, he could hear the tree roots in the ground below him trying for their lives to sap up moisture from the completely dry ground. He could even completely understand what, in fact, the birds in the trees were chirping. He could also hear the thoughts of the distant industrial worksmen less than a mile ahead of him. Tilting his head toward it, he could barely hear it, though, he knew he was close. Distance was the only obstruction between Vince and his prize. His rivals' plans.It was a rare sight, to see trees in Sphere City. The city was only so small, but from what Vince had heard from the eldest dragons of Sphere City, the trees hadn't always been rotting, and the streets weren't always packed. Streets seemed to crumple into one another and shrink smaller, foot by foot every few years. It seemed like since he was born, the city was rotting. Since just one bustling city engulfed the entire globe, it wasn't hard to believe. There could be any number of things that were happening to the core of the city. However, Brass dismissed all Vince's theories on how the city could be suffering from so much rot. Sickness was breeding like wildfire, people were breeding like wildfire, and all the life forms inside the city had to work hard to live. Blam! Brains and blood gruesomely splattered up against the brick wall of the bank. The brute's eyes rolled back, blood trickling from the sockets like tears before he fell to his knees, then face-forward in to the pavement. Tarot sighed as the bank doors shut behind a 'guard', "How did I know you'd end up offing him as soon as Kyell turned her back?"Jared glanced down at the body, kicking it over. He frowned at the white of its eyes staring up at him while a red and pink pool formed around its head. "Aww, don't look at me like that. I did you a favor. Now you don't have to pay for all those anger management classes."The skunk sighed again and shook her head. Then, she glanced back to the ATM machine. There was an extremely crude green and black camera screen on the machine, and she could see the spiky-haired black fox entering the bank with a navy security outfit, a knee-high skirt on that fit her perfectly.Brass stared at the body for a few more moments, before looking to Tarot. "Think we should move the body?" his eyes, safely hidden underneath the large green glasses, watched as Tarot shrugged, not caring much for his crime. "I'm not touching something you broke, yourself," Tarot shook her head, watching Sam wave to an officer, "You know how I feel about this."Jared only grinned, looking at the doors, scratching an eye brow at the same time."Well, it's either that or we leave it here or gross out Sam," he shook his head too, then glanced behind himself, at the screen, "You're not scared of a dead body, right?"Tarot sighed again, obviously more distressedly now, looking to her right, down the empty street. She was still unnerved from the fight with the man, who almost killed them both. She knew it was the right thing to do. Yet, still disapproved. "Marble, look at the state of the city. It's rotting and so are its people. Crime and killing is necessary, and we're the ones doing it for the right reasons. He was going to kill us anyway."Tarot narrowed her eyes now. "That's because we're the bad guys." "Pssh, right, a rich family that ruins other rich businessmen's' lives for fun. Waving her money around like a spoiled fucking bitch. Believe me, anyone trying to protect her deserves to be killed, you'd have to be an idiot."It's not right, Brass," she snapped with glared at him, "We're running around the city ruining peoples' lives--" "Bad peoples' lives. The lives of the people that have ruined our lives. Crooks and cheaters. I'm not debating this, are we moving the body or not?"Softly, the bank doors opened up, and Sam's head peeked out."You guys coming..?" Handing a large and heavy box to a shirtless, and rather hairy, but muscular man, the delivery officer sighed. "These things are real tough to handle, what the hell's in these?"The man shook his head with a sigh, shifting the box on one shoulder with the other hand on top. He gestured with his other, bigger arm, to another box, and the officer's eyes widened, staring at him. There was a very large skin-toned casing around that arm, an obviously mechanical hand peering out of it. However, what shocked the delivery man was the fact that he knew the man just, almost gingerly, pushed a thirty pound box on his shoulder, then actually asked for another. The officer quickly knelt beside the next box and struggled to lift it. He shucked the box into the large man's hand, who heaved that on his other shoulder. "H-How..." "Men are so completely useless.. Go on, get out of here," his low tone sounded exceedingly similar to Brass', except his tone wasn't dark in the slightest way, it was rather boyish and masculine, 'This load'll last us at least a month in research.. Maybe if I scare him, I'll get a good price for just these two... Besides, a month longer, we'll have the entire soul diamond mine to ourselves..'From the forest behind the large purplish-red brick industrial factory, Vince watched the scene take place beneath the cover of a large shrub, with added commentary. 'Soul diamonds..?' Vince thought to himself. ".. o-okay, well, do you want the rest of the shipment, or..?" the man shook his head, raising a brow, still shocked from the show in front of him.Vince looked at the box of 'soul diamonds'. Something emanated from the box, something not natural. As queer as it felt, and as sudden as his powers had consumed him back in the lab, the four other boxes of 'soul diamonds' laid out in front of him felt so much more.. not mortal. They truly did resonate something Vince couldn't put his finger on, but it felt a lot more similar to Vince's concoction than he wanted it to feel. "Take 'em back to whoever gave 'em to you, kid," the shirtless man nodded to the officer, and stooped to place one of the boxes down so he could reach in his leather plate skirt with that hand for a fistful of money, "How much?"Hmm-- what?! the officer stepped backward again, glancing at the boxes, "You can't just.. not take these things..!"The large man's lips slowly pursed a polite grin, but what Vince felt from the grin was as dark as the soul diamonds. "You're new... I get that," he looked at the delivery man, and shook his head, "But all I want is this. You can charge me for the whole delivery and take it back, I don't care. Right now, all I need are these two."The kid looked down at the boxes in front of the large man, then at the man and slowly, anxiously nodded. "T-That'll be three fifty, then.."The large and burly man's thoughts were becoming less frequent, and less distinguishable from the officer's. His eyes flickered a little in their focus, and the man sighed, large hands searching for the right amount of money. He handed it to the other man quickly and rudely." The whole price of the delivery ," he said.Vince was surprised, raising a brow at the cheap three-hundred dollar price. His paw accidentally slipped into a small bush. Vince was startled by the loud sound of shaking leaves, and fell back into the dirt.The large man's weary brown eyes suddenly snapped straight into Vince's paw, the emotions in his mind forcing Vince into all the more surprise, but now, so much more fright. The man felt like certain death. All of the man's thoughts were centered on the bush, at crushing whoever was concealed in there with his bare hands. It was then, Vince could see the man's metal skeleton in his mind's eye, making his arms like steel compressors, one arm completely made of machinery, and a strong gear battery that controlled all of these was buried where one the man's kidney's should've been. There was no doubt. The grey hairs that pushed back through his scalp, the huge muscles and the metal skeleton to go with it, and the certain fuchsia color of his metal skirt. 'Thomas Fuschio..' Vince spoke to himself loudly.So loudly, in fact, Fuschio's head raised, a puzzled look on his face. "Thank you so much for your generosity. It's been nice, and... certainly cool doing business with you.." the officer nodded to the great man, trying to fight off his sheepish smile. He pocketed the money in his uniform, and took the handle of the box-carrier, then began leading it with him, away from Fuschia Industrials and its hidden forest location.Vince cursed himself in his head. He thought for certain his thoughts were safe, and yet, for some reason, he couldn't control them half as well as he wished he could've now, or a fraction as well as before he entered the forest. As Fuschio eyed the bush still, and he took a suspicious step toward it, Vince was trying to understand exactly how his abilities could've faded so fast. '.. if ther... omeone here, watchi... hen I have to fin..' Fuschio's quickly-disappearing thought trail managed to find Vince.Alarmedly, but quieted to the best of his ability, Vince crept back away from the bush, trying to stay hidden. Fuschio took another intimidating step forward. 'Is that whe... ou're hiding..?'Vince froze. Fuschio narrowed his eyes directly at Vince's position. As the brown skunk peered into the room behind Brass and Kyell, she couldn't resist her amazement. No damage was done to the bank, and there were only two security guards, who weren't a threat laying unconscious on the ground. "I thought that woman was rich.." "I guess there weren't enough idiots on demand at the time..." Brass' eyes flicked across the bank, "There's probably a few guards in the vault, and if they haven't come out yet, they're probably waiting for us."Sam sighed, and almost sat on top of an unconscious man who had a strong overbite, her back almost touching his legs. Softly, she put a paw on his chest."You have no idea how scared I was when you didn't come. One of them recognized me.."Groping the unconscious man's chest, there was an obvious set of lumps bulging against the side he was laying on, jammed into his rib. Sam looked up at Brass, who nodded and moved his eyes to the vault. There were three keyhole mounts on it. "We were busy."Tarot sighed, spinning a key in her finger, looking at Sam. "Let's hurry and unlock that door and get out of here.."Sam's paw slipped under the man's shirt, the man flopping against his back from her suggestive push. Sam glimpsed at the door too, tightening her paw around the key in the man's shirt."Yeah, I noticed those locks. I guess since that big guy was so big, they thought we'd never get the last key," she passed the key off to the paw on his neck, scritching the side of the man's neck a little, as if he were conscious, before looking at Brass, and throwing the key at him.As Todd caught it, he sighed."This was a little too easy, but.. I guess the Vertés just underestimated the abilities of a crime lord and his team.."Tarot nodded, and took her advance toward the door before neither Sam nor Jared had a chance to. "I think it was more along the lines of underestimating the power of a broken stun charge. I don't know how you can say it was easy."Sam slowly looked at the man's face, then kissed him on the cheek, and soon rose to join Tarot as Tarot stood in front of the giant walk-in money chest."We were lucky, Tarot turned to Brass, who was looking at the other unconscious body, "Come on."Why leave a guy without a key?" Brass softly kicked the body a little,, and the orange-furred tabby rolled over.Sighing distressedly, he stepped over the fur, and made his way toward the wall. As he walked away from the curious body, Sam and Tarot were trying their keys in the locks."What the.." Tarot rose a brow after placing her key in the mouth with a tug. The keyhole wouldn't move.Brass moved against the wall, and eyed the three mounts. In, both, Sam's key mount and Tarot's key mounts, the keyholes were bigger, and the keys were missing pieces where they should've fit. Shaking his head, he glanced back toward the two unconscious guards. The orange tabby was gone. "Shit.." Jared sighed, reaching into his coat for his gun.Almost immediately, Tarot noticed Todd's movement, and looked back at the absent guard, herself. "What the..!!" she dropped the key in her paw, Sam catching it for her without thought, ".. th-that can't.." "Tarot, get a hold of yourself," Todd surveyed what he could of the room.Nothing was out of order, but there were a lot of hiding places the man could've hidden, like the various pillars across the ceiling, and the long bank teller tables at each side of the bank, to name three. "I knocked him right out, though, I hit the side of neck just the way we were taught to it's worked every other time!" Sam yelled at Todd, pocketing the keys.Todd pocketed his own with another sigh, turning back at the two, and gesturing to the right. He pointed at Tarot and signaled past the door that would lead to the device they had left outside. When he pointed to Sam, she nodded, and turned for the left before he had a chance to signal her there. Tarot leaned against the wall of the door. "S-Something isn't right, I felt it the second I saw the first guard.." Tarot stuttered, holding her left chest. "Tarot," Jared said sternly, looking at her, shaking his head, "This isn't the time to panic. Remember what I said, we're the good guys."Sharply, Brass turned, and started walking forward and to the right, waving off a paw to her, "The good guys always win."As Sam moved softly on the left, hugging the two stunner guns close to her chest, Jared, on the right, sternly walked across the floor, as he held his own dual charge handgun close to his right side. Their reflections skated with them across the marble floor. Marble, herself, panned her eyes across the room. The other unconscious body was still laying where it was before, on the ground.'At least the other guard's still out..' the brown skunk thought to herself, glancing at her left side.As their quiet footsteps echoed in the silence and crept further through the bank, it was more and more apparent that either the tabby was either going to be incredibly hard to find, or incredibly hard to chase.Suddenly, Tarot started beeping. Stopping shortly, Jared whriled abruptly, while Tarot did the same, unclipping her pocket monitor."Fucking shit!" Tarot screamed, turning even Sam's head.Not even clipping the black screen back to her belt, she darted into the large bank doors that had cracked open enough for someone to slip through quietly. Sighing, Jared gripped his pistols tightly, and only leaned against the glass bank teller window he was standing by." Fuck!" Tarot was cursing loudly again."Tarot, wh-- wait!" Sam shouted, running about half her speed to catch up with her.The door slammed fully open ,wide, cracking against the bank wall with Tarot, allowing bright city lights to flood their obvious crime scene. Tarot pushed off the door, paw barely missing a bright orange and brown striped tail darting away from the bank."Without my pride and joy, the fucking machine I worked five fucking weeks on, and with a bank guard that knows our faces and what you did, Brass , all of us are fucking screwed! So, hurry the fuck up already..!!" Tarot shrieked, sharply catching up in speed in pursuit of what seemed, at the time, like everything important in her life.Sure enough, when she double-checked the monitor as she zoomed past it, the contraption was gone, and the hundreds of dollars and the month and a half of hard work to make it were gone with too."T-Tarot, wait up!" Sam shouted, tail briskly lashing behind her, trying to keep up.Softly, Brass sighed, ".. well, then... there goes our neighbourhood." Shaking now, Vince could barely withstand the pressure. Already, his powers were leaving him, and after only such a short time. His heart thundered faster with Fuschio's closing footsteps. He crouched against the nearest tree, huddling as low as his larger-than-normal sized body would allow, clutching desperately at his chest while mentally begging his loud heart to slow. It was beating so hard, he swore Fuschio, who was coming into his sights, could hear it. But, what concerned him more was the heart beat creeping close to a fatal speed. Already, he could feel the bitter cold of blood sop up in the corner of his lifeless eyes, and his heart heated more than his face and ears.Vince gulped down his fear, pain worsening in his chest, he closed his eyes, wishing and hoping at the slightest chance, that Fuschio wouldn't to see him or stare through him. As the hulkingly large man approached, Vince struggled to limit his inhaling time to slow his heart down, but it was doing very little for the world."I.. gotcha--" Fuschio leered straight down at Vince, but only found himself blinking a few times in an odd and piercing silence. Slowly, he knelt down and moved in front of the bush, rattling it around, "What the.. I swear, I heard something here.."Vince opened his own eyes slowly, only to meet Fuschio's. He almost jumped, but fought back his surprise by foolishly staring into the man's stale and expired pupils. Both were completely unaware and scared of what was happening.Carefully, the large fake arm extended for the wolf's legs, and as Vince followed it down, he saw nothing but the ground in front of him. Impulsively, Vince nearly cried out, but his paw shot to his muzzle, making a short muffled and scared noise. Softly, he withdrew to his stomach, glancing back up at Fuschio, who was patting the ground heavily with the fake arm. Fuschio's face was near-priceless, confused beyond any logical measure."... I must be.. going crazy today.." he mumbled to himself, then slowly stood again, to his full stature. He stared around the around the forest, eyes flicking anywhere Vince could've run to or hidden if he weren't completely transparent, ".. Yep....."Turning, Fuschio sighed, shaking his head madly.Vince could only whimper as quietly as possible and stare at the huge and scary man ahead of him. Just the sight of the poles jutting through his arms was enough to make him shudder, knowing if Fuschio ever caught him, the villain would murder him in the most unpleasant and painful way possible, depending on what Fuschio had on his body at the time. He touched his burning face, wanting desperately to cool it. Suddenly, his feet faded into visibility."What-- no--" Vince held his mouth once more, placing his paw back on his heart. The wolf's feet vanished. His heart was already bursting into furious beating, as he could feel cold, invisibly red liquid flowing down the center of his cheek, down his nose.Quickly and sharply, Fuschio whipped back around, and strode back his previous position, glancing around where he thought he heard the noise rise from. As his lifeless eyes turned back toward the factory, Vince's nose slipped a drip of blood onto the dry and cracked floor. The blood barely saturated the ground between the bush and the tree behind him. The wolf immediately covered his nose with a paw, and it was instantly smothered by bloodSlowly, Vince rose. He didn't want to flesh out the images rising in his head, which would come true if he didn't move now, in consequence."Well now, I know I must be going crazy--" Fuschio turned around, and saw proof he wasn't so crazy.Red blood soaked into the clay ground. This would feed the plants the sustenance inthe cruelly parched environment they lived in. The man could hear the shaking of grass or a tree.A loud growl rumbled from the man's throat. He deflt leapt over the bush, his feet stomped straight into the hard clay floor, and his fist slammed into the tree in front of him hard. The impact almost shattered the tree, denting the trunk where his fist was. Immediately, the tree reacted and the top half of the oversized plant started a roll which would break its hinges, then snap loudly into the ground it was born in. Fuschio tossed his vision around the forest harder this time, and clutched his walkie-talkie on the belt suspending the large metal sheets over his jeans. Slowly, he pushed the red button on it."We have a stealth spy somewhere here with me, and she knows about the soul diamonds.. We need to get a comb of the entire forest, she seems fast at running, she could be out in ten minutes!" he shouted loudly at the receiver.Vince was gasping for air, barely having dodged the falling tree, but tried not to make it obvious he was indeed invisible, and nowhere near fast or female as Fuschio was telling his entire organization. As he looked back, he saw a small and round camera mounted on the top of the roof, hardly visible to anyone anyone at a close distance. Its red and purple lens was aimed directly at the wolf. He stared, shifted left, and the camera followed him to the left.'.. I hope Brass' mission went better than this...'