"Ross told me you made contact with the group," Louise says as I get off the motorcycle, I look to her and nod. She sets down her clipboard on a workshop table before leaning against it with a soft smile.
"Let me guess. Peyton asked you not to tell me you were going to meet up?" She asks and I nod, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly.
"Look, I wanted to, but...it felt wrong, and I...I think I have them on board to help me find Baskin in Washington and up into Canada but it's getting difficult to follow up cause all I see in them are pained souls and I can't get away from my past." I say, walking to the door, I pull it open and Louise grabs my arm.
"Michael. Go rest. You've been working too hard for the past few days, you've barely slept. Go to sleep." She says and I walk out of the room, heading down the hall towards my room, I tap the small screen next to my door and it opens, I walk in and it shuts with silence behind me. I pull off my coat, then slowly peel off my vest and my shirt before falling into my bed, falling asleep quickly.
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It was dark out, and rain pelted cars and people alike, leaving merely streetlights to show the path I took down the road, my anger having accumulated to a breaking point as I come upon the large warehouse docks, the lights gleaming out the sides as I slide my way into the shadows of forklifts and large containers, inching closer to the warehouse entrance, a guard, fitted with an AK-74u and a protective vest passes me.
I shoot out behind him, kicking out his leg, I grab his chin and the top of his head, twisting it quickly and quietly, he falls to the ground and I grabbed his gun before walking up to the entrance of the warehouse, the door opens and I pull out my silenced pistol from its holster, shooting the guard in the neck, I rush into the warehouse, cubs working at tables to form clothing and pull apart materials for distribution. A sweatshop, essentially.
I aim the small rifle at the guard at the top of the stairs, firing into him quickly, before moving to the guard that circled the perimeter of the tables the children worked at, firing the rifle into his head with pinpoint accuracy, the backdoor to the warehouse opens and fire while looking up at the office at the top of the building, I drop the gun, children cowering back from me.
I take the stairs two at a time and a guard comes out of the office, I grab the gun and push it up, bullets riddling the roof of the warehouse, the children soon start running out of the building as I slam my head into the guards, then kick out his leg, grabbing his vest, I throw him over the edge into a garbage crusher, and I then throw a small knife at the controls, causing it to close immediately, crushing the guard.
I kick out the door of the office, to be met with a fat bear sitting at his desk with a cigar in his mouth, his dark, fur wrinkled and old.
"Well well well...looks like the cat is out of the bag." He says before pulling out two uzi's, firing quickly, I push back my foot and then move back and forth, under and seemingly through his bullets with ghost-like movements before his guns click, he looks at me in awe, the cigar dropping to the floor from his mouth, I walk over and grin, flicking a knife in my hand before blood splatter my coat and mask, I wipe it off my mask and then pull the knife through him, soon, he drops dead, I look at the cigar and take a small flask from my coat, opening it, I pour it over the floor in front of me before connecting it with a line of the alcohol and it catches fire quickly, setting the office ablaze.
I walk out and jump down onto the ground beside the crusher, walking out of the warehouse, I make it roughly 10 or so feet before the building explodes, sending debris and glass past me, cop and military cars soon pulling up, I flash my badge to them, continuing to walk into the night, lighting a cigar, my mask folds back from my face, I take a long puff before I disappear in the dark, the scene leaving only one piece of information.
The wall in the office dripping with blood, with a symbol. A large circle, with two clawed hands reaching out of the circle, reaching for a large crown, all outlined with blood, the fat man draped over his desk, his face missing from unknown circumstances.
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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...
