Rex
Resident Furry
A black car drove down the highway, looking no out of place then the rest of the vehicles. It was midday, and most people were at work, but there always were a few cars driving the roads. This car in particular had tinted windows, hiding the driver and any passengers he carried. The sun shown brightly throughout the large city, with not a cloud in sight, the perfect weather for those who wanted to take a trip to the beach not a mile outside the city limit.
The car finally pulled over at the town square, and a tall, thin man with short black hair stepped out. He certainly looked important from his matter of dress. Gray dress pants and a white dress shirt under a gray waistcoat. Along with that, a simple black tie and black dress shoes adorned his person. He slammed his door shut, before opening the one behind it and pulling out a gray fedora and trench coat, which he quickly pulled on.
Closing that door, he moved to the front passenger door and pulled it open, letting out a small weasel-like creature that had dark gray fur and wore black pants. It was an odd creature to be sure, but, walking on its hind-legs, with human hands and a more human then weasel body frame, it certainly looked more intelligent then your average animal.
“Does the thought of Air Conditioning never occur to you?” the creature growled, shaking sweat from his body.
“Being close to me should keep you cool enough,” the man smirked. His words were true; the air around him was noticeably colder then the rest of the square.
“Maybe, if I wasn’t covered in fuzz,” the creature replied, pulling at some of the fur on his arm for further emphasis.
“Oh alright, if it keeps you from complaining, then I’ll turn on the AC next time we travel somewhere hot,” the man sighed, pretending to be exasperated. With that, he walked over to the trunk of his vehicle, and opened it up. From within, he pulled out a small Dragunov SVD Sniper Rifle, and handed it to the creature, followed by a small badge with an obscure symbol on it, which he pinned to the inside of his coat. “Alright Flynt, make yourself scarce, our target should be arriving soon.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the creature named Flynt replied, slinging the rifle over his shoulder. He turned, and started to disappear into an alleyway, heading for a ladder that would take him up the fire escape of a large apartment building. “Don’t get yourself killed, Alex.”
The man named Alex grinned. “Oh come now. Me, dying? How’d that thought ever occur to you?”
The creature only muttered something, and waved back at the man, before leaping up onto the ladder. The man leaned against the wall of a nearby building, and waited patiently, pulling a small paper out of his pocket and looking over it. It was a wanted poster, showing a picture of a man named ‘Sem’, along with a reward and a list of crimes. By the list, this was going to be an average hunt, but Alex would keep himself on guard, just in case.
Eventually, the man he was hunting appeared in the square. Upon noticing him, Alex shoved the paper into his trench coat pocket and approached from behind.
“So you’re Sem?” the man grinned. “My name is Alexander Silver, and I am here to kill you.”
The temperature dropped. After only a moment, a blunt ice crystal formed from the ground, growing towards the man at a speed that threatened to smash him in the back unless he moved from its path immediately.
The car finally pulled over at the town square, and a tall, thin man with short black hair stepped out. He certainly looked important from his matter of dress. Gray dress pants and a white dress shirt under a gray waistcoat. Along with that, a simple black tie and black dress shoes adorned his person. He slammed his door shut, before opening the one behind it and pulling out a gray fedora and trench coat, which he quickly pulled on.
Closing that door, he moved to the front passenger door and pulled it open, letting out a small weasel-like creature that had dark gray fur and wore black pants. It was an odd creature to be sure, but, walking on its hind-legs, with human hands and a more human then weasel body frame, it certainly looked more intelligent then your average animal.
“Does the thought of Air Conditioning never occur to you?” the creature growled, shaking sweat from his body.
“Being close to me should keep you cool enough,” the man smirked. His words were true; the air around him was noticeably colder then the rest of the square.
“Maybe, if I wasn’t covered in fuzz,” the creature replied, pulling at some of the fur on his arm for further emphasis.
“Oh alright, if it keeps you from complaining, then I’ll turn on the AC next time we travel somewhere hot,” the man sighed, pretending to be exasperated. With that, he walked over to the trunk of his vehicle, and opened it up. From within, he pulled out a small Dragunov SVD Sniper Rifle, and handed it to the creature, followed by a small badge with an obscure symbol on it, which he pinned to the inside of his coat. “Alright Flynt, make yourself scarce, our target should be arriving soon.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the creature named Flynt replied, slinging the rifle over his shoulder. He turned, and started to disappear into an alleyway, heading for a ladder that would take him up the fire escape of a large apartment building. “Don’t get yourself killed, Alex.”
The man named Alex grinned. “Oh come now. Me, dying? How’d that thought ever occur to you?”
The creature only muttered something, and waved back at the man, before leaping up onto the ladder. The man leaned against the wall of a nearby building, and waited patiently, pulling a small paper out of his pocket and looking over it. It was a wanted poster, showing a picture of a man named ‘Sem’, along with a reward and a list of crimes. By the list, this was going to be an average hunt, but Alex would keep himself on guard, just in case.
Eventually, the man he was hunting appeared in the square. Upon noticing him, Alex shoved the paper into his trench coat pocket and approached from behind.
“So you’re Sem?” the man grinned. “My name is Alexander Silver, and I am here to kill you.”
The temperature dropped. After only a moment, a blunt ice crystal formed from the ground, growing towards the man at a speed that threatened to smash him in the back unless he moved from its path immediately.