In The Long Shot

Chapter 3

27th of October

Pov ???:

Sitting in my office, I ever so slightly spin to the sides in my big leather chair. Currently Im looking at the report, which Ive received one hour ago about Delta 3 squad confirming General Grolls presence in Bratislava. They followed him until he entered a Base marked as number 4 in a black armoured truck. It is also mentioned, that other personal were with him at all time. That little rat never leaves the door alone. He always has someone by his side, ready to stand in harms way if necessary.

Coward.

Diverting my eyes to the right side of the table I spot a picture of him. A not so bad looking wolf I have to say. Wearing a black suit with a golden shoulder board with one star and a few medals decorating his chest. Green eyes peering out of the surface. Mainly covered in grey fur, a white spot circling around his left eye and his right ear seems to be covered in black fur. I got no idea how these traits came to light, but whatever.

???: *SIGH

Its a shame were tasked to take him down. Wouldve loved to get to know him better. Ive come to notice all of these corrupted generals serving under the Furred Empire couldve been so interesting people to talk to. If stripped of the dark cloud surrounding their mind of course. Some of them seem to have hobbies, interests and likings, creating an unexpected contrast to the seriousness in their line of duty.

Though there is no excuse for them getting away unscathed. Orders are orders and there are rules to play by on the battlefield. Breaking them unintentionally, then some light punishment as a compensation is required. But if they are broken multiple times intentionally and the one committing them is using their powers to escape the consequences each time, then the punishment will be far greater.

In this case death.

Though I would still like to chat with him before ending what miserable life he has.

*BZZZT BZZZT

I am interrupted by my phone vibrating to my left side. A notification. Its currently half past 9pm, who could it be?

Flipping the screen side up in my paw I unlock it and open FurChat. I dont know why they had to change everything, after colonizing the entire planet. I understand when renaming Youtube, or whatever that is, to Furtube, but why rename an entire city. They officially call Berlin Furrlin now. I get it we won, but currently we have far greater things to deal with, than deleting history.

Scrolling through the chats I find missed calls and unread messages from friends and family.

???: *SIGH Duty first, then everything else.

I mutter to myself, focusing back on my priorities. Sliding back up I find the latest notification.

It is from Ashley. Captain of Delta 3 squad.

Ashley (texting): On our way to the skyscraper. Everything flawless so far. Asshole got no clue whats about to hit him.

Finding it somewhat difficult tapping in a respond on that small screen. Gosh I shouldve gotten myself a phone with a larger screen. And some more coffee.

??? (texting): Good, keep a low profile and stay safe. RTB once the job is done.

Ashley (texting): Understood. Remember, dont stay up too late 😉

???: *CHUCKLE Arent you just a sweetheart.

Turning my phone off I shove it into one of my pockets before resting my head on my forearms leaning on the table.

Tired.

*KNOCK KNOCK

The moment was too quiet to last anyways.