Dim light shone through the cheap curtains of the room. Grey dawn breaking. Mikael groaned as a sliver of dampened sun fell across one of his eye-lids, waking him. He lazily opened his eyes and looked blearily at the alarm clock on a desk next to his sleeping-palette.

“Four in the morning?” he groaned, as he saw the time on the display. He stretched his arms out in front of him and yawned loudly. “Why does my body insist on doing this to me?” he muttered.

Sta

Marshall didn't lower his pistol. The busty wolf sighed.

“Can you point your gun elsewhere please?” She said calmly. “I know you males like to discharge your uh…“weapons” at the most inconvenient times”. She smirked. “I'm Marie.”

Marshall slowly lowered the flintlock and holstered it. “Marshall” he growled. Marie waited for Marshall to say something else, but when the silence began to get uncomfortable she shut the f

The wooden door in front of Marshall was shut. He had banged on it several times, but no-one had answered. He reached inside his waistcoat and pulled out a pocket watch, sighing quietly at the time, he extended a gloved hand to knock again. His yellow eyes flicked upwards when his paw met no resistance and he realised that the door had opened. There was nobody there. He grimaced and pulled a loaded flintlock from the holster at his waist and cocked it as he crossed the threshold.

Inside th

Aethel looked lazily down at the vixen, who was kneeling on the ground in front of

Him. She looked nervous and was staring intently at the floor. She seemed reluctant to even meet her client's eyes.

"Well? What are you waiting for? I paid you up front for this, it's been 5 minutes and all you have done is sit there looking stupid". The vixen mumbled something in response and finally looked up at him for the first time since he had stepped into her room.

Earlier on her boss ha