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Pushing his footpaw to the gas pedal, Onyx sped off down the road, The trucks close behind. He pushed the 'up' window button and sealed it, Taking a sidelong glance at his friend. The fox was staring at him in shock, Like he'd just been smacked . Onyx focused his eyes once again on the road and looked in the rearview. Somehow two more trucks had gotten there. "Onyx!!!!" Baxley exclaimed, Frantically pointing ahead. Apparently he'd recovered from his little episode.

With a gasp, Onyx wrenched the wheel sideways and the lambhorghini Went whirling left, Narrowly avoiding being smashed into by an amored SUV, With large metal grills. This thing was dangerous. Taking a look back over the seat, Onyx flattened his ears in fear and pushed the pedal harder. 120, 130, 145, 160, The lambhorghini pushed it's limits, Beginning to leave the cars in the dust. Something smashed and the air pressure in the car displaced, The wind whipping at Onyx's long hair. The back window had been shot out! "Damnit! I'm so tired of being SHOT at!" Onyx slammed the wheel to emphasize his point, His eyes beginning to glow green. Taking a few deep breaths, His eyes stopped their eerie green glow, And he lifted his paw. The beautiful black leather on the steering wheel was singed, His pawprints indented where he'd begun to accidently burn the wheel.

"So, Who are these guys, and what do they want?" Onyx focused directly ahead, Slowing down to take a right turn onto a more secluded side road, Passing small houses and villas on the left and right. Onyx looked toward the fox for an answer, And realized he was staring out the right window, His ears perked nervously. Reaching over and patting him on the shoulder, baxley jumped and stared at onyx.

"H-huh?" He mumbled, His ears going lopsided. His fur was frazzled and fluffed up, And his eyes were dilated. Onyx understood how he felt, But had had a little more time in life to learn how to hide his emotions. Though they were the same age, Onyx had spent four years under the control of dragons, Learning to hide his fear from their prying eyes. He shivered in reminiscence and looked ahead, Repeating his question.

"Who are they. What do they want from us?"

"Oh! Um, I-I don't know....I just...they just came after me. It was fucking haywire!" He sighed and looked back. The cars were nowhere to be seen. Onyx slowed down considerably, Pulling off into the grass and towards a large, two-story white house, With two shattered front windows and a faded white fence lining the yard. Pulling the murcielago to a stop, Onyx hopped out and opened the gate, Then went back to the car and idled it forward, Hiding it just inside the fenceline.

Luckily the fence was high, So the car and the two nervous furs couldn't be seen. Hurriedly shutting the gate, Onyx padded back to the purring super-car and pulled out the keys, making it go silent but for a few small clicks of the engine cooling down. His paws crunching the soft grass, Onyx padded around back and popped the trunk, Grabbing his daggers. Attaching the sheaths to his belt-loops on either side of his hips, He meandered to the passenger side door and opened it, Helping baxley out.

Onyx pat the black fox down in a friendly, sympathetic way, Flattening his fur. They sat in silence on the grass for a few minutes, Before onyx piped up. "Baxley, How did you get caught up in this? They came after me, but you were being chased by the same people. I saw logos on the jackets, A strange 'W' symbol. Any ideas?" Onyx murmured hopefully, His eyes directed towards the setting sun. His wings flexed and became a mix of fear maroon and curiosity yellow, Creating a swirling dark orange-brown pattern. Closing his eyes and concentrating on what had just happened, Onyx couldn't think of anything he'd done to get someone with as much force as those mercenaries had on him. He was stumped.

Baxley looked from onyx to the sunset, and back again. "I was at home, And they just sort of, came. No idea what they want, Or how the heck they got there. What about you?" He growled gloomily, His ears half-lowered.

Onyx let out a dark chuckle, His eyes going from a steely, Controlled no-emotion To playful Determination to make the situation funny. "I was shopping." Onyx answered as cheerily as he could, eliciting a giggle from his fellow thief. "No, Really, I was!" Onyx threw his paws up, trying to be humorous. "I was holding up an apple and it exploded in my paw. So I got the fuck out!" He exclaimed, His own laughter erupting from his body in great, heaving shudders.

The two black-furred thieves laughed together for a few seconds before baxley again grew somewhat serious. "When are we going to get out of here? Like, when is it safe?" He asked, His eyes distant.

Onyx could only shrug and toss his hair from his eyes, Patting down his jeans as he stood. He stepped forward to the fence to take a peek through the gate. With a yelp, He stumbled back and hit the ground hard, Out cold. His breathing was slow, steady. And there was a small dart in his neck. He'd been tranqued.

An eerie growl rose from the other side of the fence, and a gruff voice answered. "We've got one, Boys! The other must still be inside! Be careful, Spread out!" The gate creaked open, And in marched a mix of soldiers and men in suits...