I breathe hard, my body covered in sweat, my hair draped over my eyes. I hold my chest and cough, holding the wall of a brick building, my legs weak and close to giving out. I feel my phone buzz continuously, the same number bombing my phone with calls and messages, all reading the same.
It's time to give in, Michael.
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I shoot up in bed, taking in deep breaths as I blink rapidly before adjusting to the small room, looking around, I look at my phone and grab it quickly, opening it, I notice a single text from Azuma.
Hey Michael! You kinda disappeared, so I was just messaging to let you know that I hope you're doing okay and if you need to talk, I'm here. <3
I let out a hard sigh and drop back in bed, groaning as I hear a small knock on the door. It opens and I look up to see Donna poke her head in.
"Hey. I uh...I heard you guys get home last night and...I might have also heard you talking in your sleep. Some of that stuff was. Honestly, kinda disturbing. Do you want to talk at all? You look...better than yesterday." She says and I shake my head solemnly before getting up from my bed, I hear a small "okay" before the door shuts and I feel a small buzz in my paw.
I open my phone again and look at a text from an unusual number, one that seemed familiar, but was still a haze to me all the same, but I shrug and read the text.
Michael Penn. You will meet me at the truck that's parked in the lot across the street. Red, with no License plate. Basically abandoned.
I read it again before looking out to find a grocery store parking lot, with seemingly hundreds of spots, but close to the back corner of the lot, was a large, empty space, with a single, large and quite abandoned red truck, with no signature or brand on it. Simply a truck.
"This last twenty-four hours won't get any better, will it?" I ask myself before groaning, I grab a set of jeans and a long-sleeve, hiking the pants and shirt on, I slip my holster and pistol on, then pocket my phone, and my suit disc, as well as my wallet, just to be sure. It didn't take much to get out of the house reasonably unnoticed, and it didn't take long to get to the truck either.
I look around before pulling open the passenger door to the truck, I climb in and sit down, looking over, my mouth gapes and I cough before speaking.
"A-Alex?! What the hell are you doing here?" I growl, an average-sized and small mouse sits there, he chuckles nervously before looking around, he then sags in the seat with a sigh.
"I live here first, dingus. Plus, I can't exactly be in public as it is, being as I'm technically 'dead'. Look, it's a long story, and I kinda dropped out of USSIDA without the Organizer's permission, and she didn't like it, so I advise you kind of listen to me." He hisses and I nod quickly.
"The Organizer is here, and she plans on killing Baskin Desiro for good, including anyone tied to him, whatsoever, which includes Peyton, Channing, Donna and hell, even you dammit!" He growls out, pushing my chest lightly to symbolize me, I look out the truck before turning back to him.
"Wait actually? Look, that...she never leaves her post in New York, what makes you think she'll come here?" I ask and then he points to a limo that's currently pulling into the parking lot, adorned with American flags at the front, and the USSIDA symbol plastered on each side, one on the passenger door, another on the drivers door, and another on the top of the car, with multiple black cars following in front and behind.
"Let me talk, she'll listen to me," I say, he nods and I step out of the truck, keeping my hands in my pockets, the limo stops and so do the other cars, from the car closest to the front of the limo, 3 people step out, all in military USSIDA uniform, and one points at me.
"Hey, hands out mate!" The Australian sheepdog holds a long M4 in his hands, and his head holds a large fohawk, with blue coloring the tips, I take out my hands with a shrug and he walks up, I analyze his steps before spinning on the ground, my elbow slamming into his neck, he yelps and I kick his leg, causing him to go forward, I grab the back of his shirt and pull back the hammer to my pistol, holding it to his head, he whimpers slightly and I let go of him.
"Remember, I am at least 6 ranks above you, Soldier," Michael growls before holstering his gun, the other two soldiers looking from me to the dog on the ground, I put my hands back in my pockets, standing back the same way I did, then the limo door opens and a tall, and very fit tiger steps out, wearing a more sophisticated uniform, she looks up before taking off her sunglasses.
"Seeker. Michael...Traitor." She mutters and I growl before my face becomes content again, I speak firmly and with authority behind my voice.
"Ma'am. Sir...Organizer. You don't want to do this...don't kill Baskin Desiro, I already know what I'm doing." I say and she scoffs, walking over to meet my gaze, I grimace slightly at the smell of sweat stinging the air, she smiles before shaking her head.
"Little little lamb. What a shame it is to waste the potential that got me out of a sticky situation all those years back. You're a walking bomb, Michael. And I can't have that, as a matter of fact, let's defuse that bomb!" She growls, pointing a finger to the truck, more soldiers pile out of the cars before cocking their guns, they lift them and I jump back over the truck as bullets start to rip into the side, I open the driver side door and pull Alex out.
"YOU SAID YOU HAD IT UNDER CONTROL YOU SADISTIC SON OF A BITCH!" Alex yells and I cover his mouth before I look around for a way out.
And the voice only grew.
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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...
