The life I thought I left | BxB Furry

Chapter 11

I stand, waiting in the line of customs to be checked back through carry-on checks, just to be sure no one had stolen anything, merely precautions. I look up at the tall roof, spanning easily fifty feet above us, I look down and realize I was waiting with people behind me huffing angrily, I place my briefcase on the belt and rake a hand through my hair, I walk through the metal detector after placing my shoes, and belt on their as well, I walk through and it beeps with a green flash, but the guard looks at me in surprise.

I give him a look of confusion before he pulls out his gun, aiming it at me and yelling at me to get down, I drop down and I feel a bullet graze my arm, I growl and shoot forward behind a pillar, I hear more yelling and quickly run forward, sliding under the scanner gates, I jump up and keep running, more confused than anything until a giant explosion goes off behind us, sending me to the ground as ash, dust, and concrete crumble past us, the walls slowly cracking before crumbling and coming down.

I cough and stand up wearily, looking back to find concrete piling up in some places, fires spread around the area. My briefcase was a bomb this whole time, and I hadn't even realized it. I cough before running to the exit, pushing outside, I hold my bleeding arm, looking around,  a large pickup truck squeals to a stop in front of me and three masked figures pull me in before peeling off quickly, I look around before sighing, I chuckle, then full-on laugh.

"FUCK! God, it was right underneath my nose. Peyton, where are we going?" I ask the driver and he grunts before speaking with a mild chuckle.

"Well that was quick. Of course it was, your part of the fucking USSIDA. God, what the hell happened in there?" He asks and I shrug before shaking my head.

"No...We thought we had found a lead on Baskin, I followed it and got bit, so now I have Canadian police, and most likely any U.S. forces that are in the area on my tail, and with no way to shake them. Assuming you guys have a safe house, I'll just recuperate with Ross and Louise there, let them know what happened. Maybe they'll be able to dilate the situation." I say, groaning as I sit back against the seat.

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We come up to a three-story house, mushed up against other houses, I notice Rowan, having taken off his mask beside me, he slowly helps me to the house, and we walk in the front quickly making sure no one saw me or noticed the still two other masked figures, who reveal themselves to be Donna, the fox but the last figure keeps his mask on, retreating upstairs, I find myself following him towards the stairs before turning to find Channing standing in front of me.

"I...am glad we have your help with this. It means a lot." He says and I grin, nodding as I patted his shoulder, I hiss in pain and sit at a cluttered dining table as Rowan comes back quickly with a first-aid kit, tending carefully to my wounds, I give him a slow nod as he finishes, rushing back upstairs, I look to him and stand, following up the stairs slowly before hearing a familiar voice in a side office talking to the female fox.

"What is he doing here?! I know I promised to help you guys but...You also said he wouldn't be here dammit!" A male hisses, I look up quickly and move over to the wall next to the door, listening intently and quietly as Donna speaks.

"Look, he's our only lead, and although Peyton came by to pick you up the same night he stopped by, that doesn't change that he's helping, and you're gonna have to live with that!" Donna hisses back, and I hear the door open, I move back quickly into the room down the hall, seemingly a living room, I hear a familiar cough and turn around, K standing there solemnly and sheepishly.

"Now Michael, before you do anything, I...there's a reason I'm here, and a good reason, I promise, just let me explain...I...I knew Baskin on a more personal level back in school, and that signup meeting wasn't actually a...signing. I was hoping Baskin would recognize me from school because we were good friends then. But he moved...and I went to that private fashion school. I'm sorry, I'm so selfish!" He cries out, sniffling childishly. Kaiden was always the blubbering type, the kind that couldn't help himself and hated being anything but better for others, not himself.

I sigh and walk over, pulling him into a hug, tightening my arms around him. "K, it's fine. I understand, and although I can't say I was friends with Baskin, I knew him too, mainly for his musical and lyrical work, but he's selfless, and this can't be him. Something's wrong, and I plan on fixing it. I can't stop you from helping."

Kaiden had been with us for a while, he was adopted, but there was a better reason behind my choices that night. The night I blew open a warehouse and saved those kids from a sweatshop. Because he had lived the same life, and his younger brother had been taken from the orphanage mere days after K's adoption. I found him at the warehouse and saved him because if there's anything more important than work, it was family. That family was truly worth dying for.

And I knew someone besides me understood that.