Dimensions: Hidden Tech

9: Foot Race

"So how are we going to crash this meeting?" Andr looked at a copy of the map of the Casanova Arena. She placed both hands on the table.

Nick pointed to a area near the outside, where crude drawings of grass were. "Right here is where we'll park the getaway car. I'll go in, and Andr will see if she can read the minds of the people in the meeting. Once we have that, we'll see how it goes from there."

Foxy came in from the kitchen, biting into a banana. "Plan sounds great and all, but what are we gonna do if they give them a paper?"

Andr perked up. "I'll read the mind of the dude reading the paper."

"What if they have tin foil hats so that you can't read their minds?" He pulled out a chair and sat in it.

"Then we take the note," Nick responded. "See if I can pick pocket it."

Foxy shook his head. "Yeah no. I don't think any of that is going to work out like how you think it should," he placed the banana peel on the counter top, "If we get caught, we don't have gear, and they have proven to us that they can actually fight. So we'll be dead."

Judy glanced at Paul, who was still twisting and turning in sleep. "Who's going to take care of him? The only person's house he can stay at is maybe Kyle's."

"I mean that could just work," Nick replied. "But we all got the plan for tonight, right?"
They all nodded, Foxy taking another banana. "Isn't that your third banana or some shit?"

"Shit's good, bro. Don't disrespect the 'nana."

()

The dark sky floated over their car, the street lights popping through the windshield. Nick had their radios synced together on a special frequency Judy had told him. Two pistols glistened under a coat hiding them.

"So this is all counting on me, and that they don't have anything that could block out my mind reading," Andr questioned, her feet kicked up on the dashboard.

"Kind of, but at this point I don't think we have a better option to stop them," Nick answered. Judy pointed out the Casanova Arena. They could smell the alcohol, as well as the underage mammals that snuck in to look cool for their friends. The arena stood tall, cars lined up at the front. Animals were stumbling, drunk or high.

Foxy drove the car towards the spot, adjusting his parking so it didn't look suspicious. "Why don't we just park in the lot?" He looked back at Nick.

"Now that you say it, that is a better option than getting scratched and shit when we get out." Nick picked out one of the pistols and handed it to Andr.

"How am I going to get in when I'm a human, and I don't have a I.D?" she said.

"The guard on the left entrance door is letting them in," Nick brought up as Foxy backed the car up.

A buff otter dressed in all black was laughing with the guard next door. Several animals passed through. Lights shone through his door, switching through multiple colors rapidly.

Andr grabbed the pistol. "I'm still a human, though, won't he definitely notice?"

"The author is really shit at having mammals cause a scene when they see a human, so I think you're fine. Plus we see like a couple humans every few years, so they might be used to you," Nick assured.

Foxy pecked her on the cheek. "Don't die, Andy."

Andr stepped out, putting the pistol in her jeans. Nick followed her as they made their way to the door. "Go up onto the third floor, and see if you can spot the dude."

They walked through, the otter still focused on his conversation.

(*) (If you want, play at a loud volume.)

Music blasted their ears, their noses drowning in high tier vodka. Mammals packed the club, a corner dancing their hearts out. Speakers hung up high were shaking from the immense bass.

'Just talk to me in your thoughts, can't hear shit in this hoe,' Andr transmitted, her voice echoing in Nick's head.

'The stairs over on the other side should lead up to the third floor, then there's a little balcony that can fit like one person.' He walked around, trying to make find out who could be part of the meeting. The electricity flew threw the air, mammals acting like it was the last day of their life. A few were grinding on each other, holding glasses of whisky. He went to the bar, sitting down.

A short foxy turned to him, cleaning out a cup. "Would you like something to drink?"

Nick seemed distracted, staring into the crowd before slowly returning his gaze to the bartender. "Just a shot of your cheapest whiskey." He bent down, grabbing a shot glass and  a bottle of cheap whiskey.

"I see a ferret and a beaver talking, but I can't get into their thoughts. I think they are our people." Andr looked over, eyeing them. They were in a corner, dressed in black casual clothes.

"Are you a human?" She turned around, a rabbit drunkly stumbling towards her.
He stopped in front of her, his eyes half closed. "The last tiiiiime I saw one, that shrt was lik two....." He couldn't speak, mumbling the rest.

"Nah. I'm just cosplaying as one," Andr quickly said.

He eyed her up and down, focusing on her chest. "Not gooonnna lie, you fine as fuuuuuck." He stepped closer, reaching out to grab her waist.

She grabbed his wrist and twisted it, making him fall on one knee. "Touch me and you ain't gonna feel fine."

()

Foxy scratched his bicep, holding on to a pistol. "We should really go in there."

"They got it. I'm sure they found them already." Judy leaned back, twisting to crack her back.

"They are moving right now, get over here 'cause I think we 'bout to lose them," Andr informed Foxy.

"Yeah no, they about to lose them," he opened the door, putting his pistol in his waistband.

Judy sighed. "Why can't we just have a mission go the right way for once," she muttered.

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