"Now. Where were we? ... Right. So, either you handover what I want. Or I kill you and every motherfucker on this flight? Sound like a deal?" Baskin smiles.
The cowering bear nods, his once beautiful white tux now stained in the blood of his dead bodyguards. The bear hands over a small briefcase and the smile on Baskin's face grows.
"Haaa... Now was that so hard?," Baskin asks, jumping to his feet. He begins to pace around the private cabin onboard the plane. "Now... I wish I could keep the end of my deal... I really do, but ever since I - ya know, died - I've had this little voice in the back of my head. Think ... anxiety, but worse: it makes me want to kill people." Baskin quickly sat down, getting close to the bear, who nearly jumped out of his fur. "I think I may be a sociopath - we'll cross that bridge when we get there, anyway. I will have to kill you, or else the voice in my head will get really mad, and when he gets mad," Baskin starts to laugh through his speech, "A lot of people die... However, ... twas a pleasure doing business with you."
The bear was about to plead for mercy until Baskin fired up his blue swirls, held out two fingers and the bear started to choke. Baskin quickly moved his fingers to the side, sending the bear through the side of the plane, making it unbalanced. "Now that that's settled," Baskin smiles. He proceeded to dust himself off until he noticed his pants. "Goddammit! ... You got blood on my pants! ... These things cost me an arm and a leg ... well, not my arm and leg but. Y'know."
The plane began to shake violently and Baskin sighed. "Might as well finish what I started." He sends the meeting table through the other side of the plane, parts of it getting lodged into the turbine. The turbine jammed before the gears within exploded, sending shrapnel into the sky, and back into the seating cabin of the plane, metal shards killing furs on impact. The plane tilts violently before falling into a spin. Upright, upside down, upright, upside down, all the while, Baskin laughing. The pilot tried to even out the plane, only to end up in a swan dive towards the Rocky Mountains. A plume of thick, dark grey smoke fills the sky as the plane combusts upon impact, the only fur to walk out was a hulky, blue fur, with a devilish grin and a red hint in his eyes.
"Now that I've gotten the package with the last Canadian mini bombs. Onto part 2."
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The life I thought I left | BxB Furry
FanfictionMichael is a mountain goat, living on a farm after taking his retirement from USSIDA. He thought life was good, he lived with his sister, he had money and a bed. But one night, after running into a good friend, Michael is met with a spy from USSIDA...
