The abandoned house had been moderately renovated, enough to serve for what Sasha's department wanted. The slightly bloated and HEAVILY sloshing jackal taps a paw against the street as she waits for the recruits, agents, and anyone needing the refresher course to show up. She didn't have her rifle on her, but she did have her side arm, a very powerful laser pistol. Her uniform is absolutely soaked through her milk and cunt juice, betraying her body's reactions despite Bast's magic helping her keep all any excessive carnal needs clear from her mind. She looks to the beaver beside her, "Detective Biggs, thank you for coming here," then to a human just past the beaver, "you too Sergant Wedge." The pair give a bit of a nod, "No problem Captain, happy to help with training." Says Wedge, Biggs looking at the two story home again, "Just tell them to go easy ma'am." He says then watching the clouds floating by.

Lucas got the call on his comm about a training exercise, getting over to the scene as swiftly as he could, making sure his armband was on securely, or at least, as securely as it could be. He didn't need Lap coming out to play while he was on official duty as Sasha's second-in-command

He arrived shortly after the two other sergeants and Sasha, his growing belly making it a little difficult to walk, belly rounded enough that itl ooked like he was in his third trimester. "Sorry for being a little late Captain, I have little excuse other than my belly getting in the way," he said, trying to ignore the obvious sign of wetness drooling into the crotch of his bike shorts.

For one fennec fox it would be a time like any other, to bask in the chaos of the post-apocalyptic den of depravity Fairhaven had always been. He'd not seen that much excitement as of late, a calm existence tempered by consistent encounters with those he would call mates, flings or just friends with benefits. He'd been a lewd little fox, often wearing a different body as demanded, but the big-eared vulpine loved his small, nimble frame above any other. Once the call comes in, he'd flit the lid of comm unit and examine the text on there. "Really?" his brows rise, and then so do his shoulders.

With a wide stride and a smile on his face he'd saunter over towards the crime scene, looking to see who he'd meet and what the local gangs have been up to. Probably some petty thug out to snag some easy creds. Nothing out of the ordinary. The fennec was wearing a soose white shirt and black cargo pants, his arsenal primarily concealed underneath, with the only visible things on his body being a peculiar rifle slung across his back, and a flintlock blunderbuss pistol on his right hip. Maybe he had other weapons, maybe he didn't. T'was better if his enemies didn't know.

"Hello hello!" a voice rings out as he nears the group on the street. Flashing the officers a smile, Magnus wags his tail and crosses his arms. "Kinda weird that you folks would up and just announce this... but if you need a sharp nose or pair of eyes, I'd like to take a crack at this!" the fox nods. "You with the local law enforcement?" The presence of... moisture on them was peculiar, but doesn't provoke any comments on his behalf.

Sasha gives a nod to Lucas, "I understand Sergent, just try to leave earlier next time. I'm starting to understand a bit of what you mean." She says paking at her own growing middle. She nods to Magnus, "Captain Sasha Arnsworth, FPD, Third District SBU. It is a pleasure Mr..." She holds out a hand waiting for his name before continuing on. She gives another look around at everyone, continuing to soak her own paws in various fluids, "Alright everyone, thank you for coming. Today's exercise is all about proper procidures and effective use of force. Yes, use of force will be authorized, but do follow proper esciliation practices. Try to calm the situation you are in, if that doesn't work deescilation and disarm. Do not cause wounds, if it comes to a fight and you start feeling woozy, call a safety, lay down like you'd passed out from your injuries. Now, on to the actual exercise itself." She says, starting to pace around and rub slightly on her own pudged out belly, "Sergent Wedge and Detective Biggs will be assisting, Biggs will be a feral breaking into this house," she says, pointing to the slightly delapidated two story home, "meanwhile Wedge will be a human agent giving chase, unauthorized, and carrying weaponry. You two are the responding police team. Lucas, you are the officer in charge, and you," pointing to Magnus, "are a volunteer assisting in this police action. Determain the stiutation, apprehend anyone needing to be taken in, and above all else protect and serve the public trust." She stops for a moment, milk for a moment gushing from her along with pussy honey though she doesn't really seem to mind or hardly even notice! "Are there any questions?"

Lucas nods at Sasha's words and stands at attention. "Yes Ma'am, I'm just not used to being pregnant is all. It's still a fairly new experience for me. Not for Lap, but... either way, I'll take note for future reference," he responds, hands resting at the small of his back to support his stomach. He looks to the fennec and nods. "We're part of the local fairhaven police department, the SBU or..." He pauses and rolls his eyes. "Special Bitch Unit. I... yeah, anyway, we're reaching out to civilians for new recruits and to train up the locals in case they come accross any dangerous situations that require a trained hand."

"So formal." the fox sticks his tongue out and shakes hands when offered. His grip is strong, and firm, though brief. "Sure! I mean that helps. Wait... Special Bitch Unit?" he'd blink a few times and scratch the back of his head. "I knew there was a lot of word salad with government officials and the services they provide depending on their area of expertise, but wow." Snickering into one hand, the fennec would nod along, and even produce a pen and notepad out of nowhere to take notes. "Oh, right! Mags. No titles, no surname, no nothing." the fennec would state, then put the pen and paper away. "ALRIGHT! I am all up for this. Assisting... how? Do I check the area? Do I keep watch? Do I massage the lead investigator's shoulders?" he'd joke as they go on. "But I getcha. I am pretty fast on my feet, so I can probably chase down the suspects... buuuuut yeah! Ready!"

Biggs and Wedge can't help but snicker as Magnus talks, Sasha continuing her gushing but turning to them "Attention!" She barks out before looking back to Magnus, "Yes, that is this units name. I'm the CO of the SBU, Special Bitch Unit, and the CI, Criminal Investigations. I'd like to thank you again for participating. Now, I'm going to give the word for Biggs and Wedge to go get into positions in the house. Lucas and you Magnus are to scope out the situation, determain what is going on, and either arrest Biggs and/or Wedge or at the very least escort them out. They shouldn't be in there. For this exercise, the civilians who own this pace are not at home, the report was made by a neighbor." With that explained she looks back to the two officers assisting in the exercise, "Ok you two, get in there and get in position, you two wait a moment."

Sasha gives Biggs and Wedge five minutes before nodding to Lucas and Magnus, "Ok, you two go, remember, you are the first team responding, you have no intel beyond what the inital report gave, and no eyes on the inside."

Lucas straights his posture, arms crossed behind his back as Sasha barks out for attention. He's standing as straight as he can with the pudge of his pregnant belly jutting out in front of him. He's quiet as Sasha talks, only nodding in response at her words. Once she's done talking he nods and double checks his armband before turning to Magnus. "We should probably check the perimeter first, I'll take the front, you take the back, keep your comm open and don't enter unless something extreme prompts you to. Let's avoid as much damage as possible to the house, we're not action movie stars here."

"You got it chief." the fox fingerbangs at Lucas, then blows into his thumb, his attire changing under the influence of the ambient nanites. His white shirt turns into a black trenchcoat while his pants dissolve and transform into a long pair of cargo slacks, equally as dark. Nodding towards Lucas, Magnus keeps low, his ears folded down as he makes his way around the back of the house. He doesn't seem to have a weapon drawn, but he does keep his senses sharpened. Peering through the windows and around the corners, the fox presses his comm unit against his ear and relays to his partner and gets ready to relay his findings, sniffing the air for the presence of hostiles all the while.

After Lucas and Magnus get going, Sasha heads over to the curb of the street and sits down, heaving a sigh and resting her heavy tits against her knees, "I hope Lucas will be ok..." She mumbles to herself, "Why didn't mother use stronger material for that armband's bindings?" She asks to herself before relaxing back against the grass.

Lucas starts the investigation and Magnus heads out to collect information. The little fox appears to go unnoticed as he moves about, but he can hear banging going on inside, as if someone where trying to quickly move about and find something, or someone. The house itself is dark, but peaking quickly in the windows he can see Wedge moving around, looking into rooms and closets, rifle drawn and a chainsword crackling with electricity on his back. There so far was no sign of Biggs. Wedge isn't exactly being careful either, overturning tables, rummaging through the clothes in closets...

Lucas rolls his eyes at Magnus's laissez faire approach to the exercise, but stays professional, walking up to the front of the building. He pulls out his flashlight and baton from his utility belt, but as former RSX military he's got plenty of training in hand to hand combat, even with his belly being in the way as it was, and so the weapon, subdued as it was, was only an extra precaution. He keys in his comm as he comes up to the front door. "Officer, what do you see back there?" he asks, approaching checking the handle of the front door carefully and slowly, to check if it was unlocked or not.

The fennec peers into the window and tries to get a better look at what was happening in there. "I hear banging." he'd relay in response to Lucas. Those massive ears had paid off it seems. "I am gonna try to crack the window and get in there. Stay near the open exit. I don't think I can tackle our perp, but I have a trick up my sleeve." He'd try to crack the window and stealthily crawl along the edges of the rooms, his black attire proving beneficial in the event. Once he has a good line of sight with one of the intruders, the fox would aim his wrist-mounted grapple shot and fire at his target's legs, aiming to trip them up and slow their escape.

The movement from Lucas draws Biggs's attention for a bit, long enough for Magnus to crack the lock on the window and slip in behind him. He tilts he's head in Magnus's direction before he takes aim towards the front door, waiting for someone to come in, only to twist his head at the sound of the grapple being shot! He tries to jump over it, and nearly avoids it entirely, but it manages to cetch on his right foot, bringing him down against the floor fairly hard! He shakes his head and takes aim this time towards Magnus, "What the fuck are you doing you little bitch!?" He screams, holding the rifle with one hand as he tries to get the grip on his foot off.

"Understood, be careful, over," Lucas said into his comm, standing by the door for back up. Though his ears aren't nearly as sharp as Magnus's, he keeps his pointed, husky ears angled towards the door, turning the knob slowly to open the door a crack in case the situation necessitates him intervening. He hears the sounds of the graple and the thud of Biggs against the floor. The moment he hears the yell at Magnus he pushes the door in, flashing the light on Bigg's face with his baton ready. "FPD, put your gun down and put your hands up!" he shouts at the intruder, a tight grip on his baton, teeth bore.

"You don't wanna try shooting me, mate." The fennec states and pulls out what appeared to be the mad science lovechild of a super soaker and a caustic eldrich nightmare. Well, truth be told it looked like a regular pistol with a wide dispersion nozzle and a small holding tank at its base. Not that scary, but merely the droplets it would drip once the safety comes off are enough to produce an audible *Sssssss~* upon impacting the ground. Getting covered in this stuff would hurt... a lot. "I suggest you listen to Lucas over here, play nice and we'll make sure you reach your cell mostly in one piece. Drop it. Now."