Training for Breaking and 'Entering' - RPLOG
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Saturday July 13, 2019=Log=
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!"
