I got bodyguard duty. Again.
It's not that I MIND, per se, but it's a little tedious protecting powerful mammals who are afraid of every shadow and open alleyway. Not as interesting or blood pumping as cases or training newbies.
Could have been worse. Could have been parking duty. I shudder, and breeze my hands over my holsters full of weapons. This big-shot wants every protection, and we're providing it. That's why I'm here. I have a bit of a reputation, and that reputation will protect anyone near me just that much more. And that leads to me being stuck in my current position. Ironic, isn't it?
I lean over and whisper up to Jackson. "Who's the mammal we're decoration for?"
He snorts, his stripes moving with his sudden exhale. "Some CEO. Jack Savage, I think. Didn't you read the specs?"
"Did you?" I return, shoving his leg. It's the only thing I can reach. "I was... busy."
He nods sympathetically. "We've all been there. Clawhauser?"
We both know what he's asking. Honestly, that cheetah has the gift of gab. I'm considering putting a bronze donkey on his desk just to see if he talks the ear off. I might win some money in bets.
The limo pulls up, and all talk between Jackson and I ceases. Time to become the forbidding officers.
A tall, well, tall for our species, rabbit steps out, adjusting his suit carefully. I quickly asses him, taking in his appearance, if he's carrying.
He's handsome enough, I suppose. A bone white with unusual black tiger-like stripes streaking across his face and what I can see of the rest of him. Blue eyes, a well practiced smirk. He's carrying a small handgun in his suit jacket. smart, but it's not long range. I mentally file him under my 'trust fund baby' category. Entitled, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and never had to work a day in his life that he didn't want him. Not necessarily bad, just not what I would want any of my relations to grow up as.
He notices us, and walks over, paw outstretched. Jackson looks at it in faint amusement. It's barely a tenth of one of his. Neither of us shake it, pretending to scan the area. Our charge awkwardly withdraws his hand, smiling charmingly. He's handsome, I suppose.
"Hello," he says, eyes darting between Jackson and yours truly. "I'm Jack Savage. I'd like to not die tonight."
