Latest revision as of 08:06, 27 November 2013

Participants

• Aimee
• Cookies
• Dio
• Nichole
• Pavani

Date

27/11/2013

Log

"These bad boys will pick the stuff up for ya if you can find anything there and keep it clear. You're job is to get there and sneak in to see if they have the things we want dig it? You'll each get a little radio and just flick the switch when you find it and we'll move on in after you've cleared the area. Now guess who is ready to take any questions and has two thumbs." He continues with a smirk, bending his elbows and sticking his thumbs out toward himself. "This guy."

Cookies is here in her now-favorite-clothes, a black turtleneck and brown sweater pants- they look knit, but she generated them with nanomagic, if the surreally soft metamaterial they're made of is any indication. She raises a hand, ears perked up and tail lashing excitedly. The catgirl mewls out, "You've scouted this out, right? We know there are working, non-degenerated tools in there? Is it clear of ferals? Do we have any maps?" After she's done machine-gunning out those questions, she nyas, "... How much are we getting paid, and on what basis? By how much we get, or just for doing the job- that sort of thing?"

Having gotten wind of the call, a small nekomata has decided to answer the summons. If help is needed, then she's certainly in a position to be of assistance. And so here she is, rocking a pair of jeans and a sweater and likely looking very out of place. Her twin tails swish nervously and she forces an all too cheery smile to try to cover her own worries about participating in this mission.

She listens carefully and shifts from foot to foot as Cookies spouts out her questions. "Pretty much what she said." Pavani says quietly. "I'm certain that we all want to make sure that we do the best job that we possibly can to get all of this taken care of." She folds her arms over her chest and tries affecting a more nonchalant stance, but that is probably belied by the fact that her gaze is darting everywhere except for straight ahead.

Aimee comes along walking on all fours despite the dragging of her breasts on the ground. She seems mostly used to it, not a scratch on her from it as she walks through to the Mall Rat. She knew the Clinic needed soemthing from these people, but she had no clue what, just that she was sent out to try and help get it. Walking around, she seemed mostly lost, whimpering and whining softly, eventually standing up on her hind paws, sniffing around, "I'm lost again..." she says softly whining to herself. She herself has not a scrap of clothing on, but lots of jewelery. Hearing Cookies talking though she turns to her, running over! "Angry Kitty!!" she calls out, a massive wall of breasts followed by a husky rushing over to the cat girl called out to! She seems oblivious to most everything else.

More than happy to assist Eureka in their need, a lioness dressed in a typical business woman's outfit stands by attentively, eying up and down her standard shotgun while she listens to the briefing. When one mentions a trip to the general hospital, it's best to pack your best things, and a little armor bellow her coat couldn't hurt. Not far behind the cat girl, she peers at that darn sweater and could only wish Cookies was wearing a dress instead, but such is life. At least it looked comfy. "I assume the building is still crawling with dangerous ferals just as always," Dio comments, looking over her shoulder as Aimme comes around and making way for the rush. "Seems to be a standard pacification and salvage mission, but I'm afraid I'm not too familiar with the area. I tend to avoid that hospital." Straightening out her suitcoat diligently and perhaps a bit obsessively, the lioness flicks her tail about and continues. "I'm quite curious as well if there's any useful supplies left, but I suppose we'll just have to find out. I'm willing to risk some pain for it."

The rat reaches up with his right hand to adjust the glasses, thin pink tail smooth and cool behind him. He leans against the large wheel of the thing as his head moves over the group to answer the questions in turn. "Woah, chill out there kitten. It's all good." He says, pulling out a little piece of paper and a small bag of some sort of green leafy substance. "We know some stuff there works, some doesn't but it's still good for parts. You're job is to clear out some ferals before the salvage crew goes down there and hopefully call out the best parts. We got some old maps of the place, pretty normal setup, and most of the stuff we want is on the first and second floor. Power stations on the basement." The papers are filled with the leaf as he talks and finally lifted up for his tongue to seal the deal.

"Pay is standard for a patrol job and a bonus if there's more trouble than normal or find something really good there." Just as he finished his little spiel and rose the joint to his lips Aimee ran in toward Cookies and he fumbled with it, almost dropping the thing to the floor. "Well I didn't see a no pets no service policy." He says with a shrug, flicking out a lighter to start up his smoke. "I think the only one around the garage and the hospital was something about smoking."

Cookies nods a bit as she takes in the information, about to relax her posture when she hears an ALL TOO FAMILIAR voice. Of all the things she's been forgetting lately, there is not a chance in hell she won't remember /that husky/. She barely has time to turn around before her vision is clouded with enormous husky breasts, leaving her equally little time to get out of the way. This is what those cats felt like, isn't it?

Pavani listens attentively to the rat and forces herself to stop fidgeting. She glances around at the people that she does not know at all and gives a welcome, albeit nervous smile. A small sheath for a dagger is attached to the side of her jeans, and a holster for a rifle is on the other side. "Very well then," she says, before her gaze settles on Aimee. An expression of uncertainty skitters over her face before she glances back toward the others.

Aimee gets within range and makes a bounding leap over to Cookies, soft warm mammories being the first things to make contact, knocking the kitty over, prime for licking! She licks and laps at Cookies over and over again, lightly grinding her milk dripping breasts and puppy filled belly over her, "Aimee miss Angry Kitty!!" she exclaims out, licking over her a few more times, before, suddenly, Aimee brings her head up, "I.. was doing something.. oh yeah! I have to find place with things for Clinic." she says, tail wagging behind her madly like she just figured out how to make a perpetual motion machine. She gently gets off of Cookies and looks around, "Gentle Sex Lion Dio?" she asks, before sniffing around some more, "Angry Kitty and Dio help Aimee find things for Clinic?" she asks, finally noticing the mall rat and Neko, "I'm not lost?" she asks.

Dio tried to keep up her business professional persona the best she could, but the cat girl getting tackled by the top heavy husky was a bit too much to take. Eventually, a smile crept over her face, followed by a small chuckle. "That's correct ma'am," she nods, folding up her arms across her chest. "This is the briefing for the very same mission. Speaking of which, we should probably begin. I believe I have all the information I require." With a firm nod, she uncrosses her arms and looks towards the trucks. "And please, just Dio if you will."

The liason turns and opens one of the trucks, pulling out a small spray bottle. He softly padded over toward the licking husky with the water thing held ahead when she finally looked up and started talking again. "No no. Right boobs wrong place. I mean right place." Splash giving equipment was shifted around behind his back to be hidden a bit and he muttered something under his breath about cats and milk. "If there's nothing else then... Ah right maps." He says, dropping the bottle and reaching in his jacket to hand over the maps and a small radio to whomever would take them. "On your way and just give the call when it's clear."

The catgirl is sent flying to the ground with an 'oomph', sighing out and wincing a little bit at the licking- though those enormous breasts are actually met with a little bit of less-than-subtle squeezing from her comparitively small hands. They're there, why not, reasons Cookies! "Yes, yes... Hello, you walking bowling ball." She shifts her clothes into a more waterproof material to avoid milk stains and slooowly climbs to her feet, giving Dio a dirty look as she rises. "Laugh it up, chuckles," she grumbles, shaking the milk off and returning the turtleneck to its usual state. She grabs a map and radio, giving the map a quick glance and walking over to take Dio's side.

Pavani takes the offered map and radio. Unfurling the page, she glances at it before giving a soft little sigh. Her gaze flits over to Aimee once more before she clears her throat. "Look," she says. "I'm Pavani, for anyone that cares about that sort of thing. I don't know any of you, but just wanted you to know that I'm willing to help however I can." Her voice is a soft, southern contralto. She follows suit after Cookies and stands near the group. "Just thought it was best since, well, always nice to feel a bit of camaraderie when doing these sort of things. Or so I think."

Aimee looks over at the rat again as he approches, not really noticing the water bottle, but looks at the map and radio tilting her head, "What is?" she asks, no where near understanding, and looks over to Cookies first, a slight murr from the boob grasping. She gets a bit closer to Cookies, hoping she would do it again. Looking over to Dio, she whimpers abit, "Dio doesn't say who Dio is though..." she complains a bit, almost as if not including the nick name would make her forget something. Her gaze is taken over to Pavani as she talks, "Me Aimee! Pah..vah...knee?" she says back, not having a good way to name the neko yet, "Oh!! All ready? How do we go?" she asks.

"Very well," Dio comments, nodding her head and stepping way around Aimee and Cookies to grab a map and radio for her needs. Just one more look at the cat girl and her lips tremble in a desperate attempt to hold back more laughter. "Yes, of course ma'am. I'm happy to meet you. Team work is key to success after all," she says with a cough, clearing up the extra silly from her system as she makes her way for the trucks. "Me? Well, I'm a business man. Should you need a title, Mister would do just fine. And yes, I'm quite ready."

Once the equipment had been handed out, the rat snagged the bottle again and climbed into the cargo trug. It was a heavy duty pick up truck with an open back and a small raised wooden barrier around the sides. "Ok, hop in and let's get rockin'!" The truck was started up while everyone was given the chance to jump in or try to walk to the place. He fiddled with the cd player as he called out from the door, yelling over the ramped up engine. "Only room for one in the cab! Rest in the back! Other's will follow when we're done. My name is Fez by the way." The hit sounds of Elvis Parsly, an underground mall rat singer, came over the speakers now. "You ain't nothin' but a slut rat, bangin' all the time."

Cookies stuffs her map and radio into one of the various hidden pockets in her turtleneck, reaching out to grab one of Dio's hands and one of Aimee's and lead them both to seats next to her in the back of one of the trucks. Should either not accept she will be terribly disappointed, but damned if she herself is not going to leg it the whole way to Eureka! Aimee's breasts are ogled by the catgirl with an almost fiery temptation in her glancing eyes, but she resists more than that for now. Still, she struggles!

Pavani nods to Aimee and then Dio as she offers a shy smile at both of them. "Looks like it's time to head out. But, it's nice meeting you." She looks at the truck dubiously but eventually heads in that direction. If everyone goes to the back, she makes a beeline for the passenger seat. If that is already taken, then she heads to the back and curls up quietly against the side, her face a mask of concentration as she studies a map that gives her very few answers to the dilemmas of the day. She cannot help but hum the song that is being sung. It gives her something to do and keeps herself from showing signs of nervousness, at any rate.

Dio takes a quick look at Aimee. Definitely seems more of a back person than a cab. "Let's get you in the back, my lady. Oh!" The lioness looks down at her grabbed hand and finds herself being pulled along into the back seat alongside the husky and cat girl. "You're on the ball today," she chuckles, settling down within her seat and trying to make room for herself with those giant breasts just beside her. And such lewd music! Whatever happened to wholesome and family tunes and tones from wonderful voices like Dean Martin? What silly times to live in.

The truck drove out along the streets, swerving around broken cars and fallen lamps to swivel around the college campus and head straight for the hospital. Up front with no one to see the rat took his time, driving and smoking all the way. It wasn't until a few blocks away when the first bit of oddness started to occur on the deserted streets. A large truck with the top sawed off was being pulled by a set of clydesdale studs and in the back was a full gang of what appeared to be college goers with kegs, baseball caps, and waring a turtleneck with chains. "Woooo. Bitch factory ahead Brah!" One of them shouted and started firing a little gun with grapples toward the vehicle.

"We're gonna get ya! It'll be a total brolocaust."

"I know bro, it's gonna be brahsome. Fire all the broling hooks onto that! Party time woooo!"

"Hey doggy lemme give you a bone. It's full of all the beer and brotrients you need! It's what plants crave!"

Cookies finally pries her gaze off the husky tits, looks out at those studs and what the fuck they're ALL wearing turtlenecks too? "Oh come the fuck on! Copycats!" She clutches her head, ears flat against her head and tail on her fur bristling. "I mean, I didn't invent the turtleneck, Dio, but I was the first to recognize its potential as a tactical garment! STOP THE TRUCK!" she yells back towards the cab.

Pavani does what sensible people might do in a situation like this. She glances behind her and unholsters her pistol, considering how she might get a good shot off. However, the numbers are not on her side. With three people behind her, she may not likely get a good shot off. She clings to the door in a death grip, not nearly as enthusiastic about the impending confrontation as she hunkers down low in the seat to prevent herself from being hit. "One of you able to shoot back?" She shouts.

TURTLENECKS! Those God awful turtlenecks are reproducing faster than a pack of rabbits on rabbit pills. Such an atrocity of fashion must be dealt with! There's only room for one Big Neck. Watching Cookies get to work on stopping the truck, Dio nods and brandishes her shotgun out of the window.

"LISTEN UP YA KEG SUCKIN' TURTLEFUCKS," she roars with all her leonine might, scowling with the intensity that resembles an angry mother scolding her child with that special stare that freezes blood solid. "WE'VE GOT ENOUGH ARTILLERY IN HERE TO BLOW MORE THINGS THAN YOUR MOTHERS EVER COULD. STOP THIS NOW OR WE'LL WIPE YOU FROM THIS EARTH!" Such a departure from her normal speech patterns, but a businessman must know their audience and appeal after all.

Fez pulled the truck over, engine rumbling still at the shouted command. His eyes wide as he pulled in and reached into the glove box for his emergency munchies. A few bags of funions and a bottle of lube fell out next to a copy of Goo Girl's bare all. Dio's massive roar was deafening and held a terror not unlike that of the dean putting their house into double super secred probation. Behind the clydesdale studs ground to a halt rapidly, truck bending behind them as the forward momentum was cancelled and the entire thing flipped up and over to smash along the ground sending beer and water all along the ground from a small tank hidden inside. The two studs pulled the harness off rapidly and ran off into the streets, dicks flapping in the wind like tiny rotors. The bros scattered as well, screaming obscenities as they rushed after the horses toward the college again and one was even wearing sandles as he was carried by an anthro dolphin who was doing all sorts of flips and shit during the exit.

Aimee had had her head buried in the back of the truck the whole time, head down, ass up, breasts pressed tight to the bed, milk leaking everywhere, whimpering loudly. As the tuck bounces of, she gives a few yelps and yipes! The who things coming to a halt though, she curiously sticks her head up, glistening lips coming down a moment as she rubs on her full and aching breasts, "All gone now? Done? No more hurt thing? Any hurt?" she asks in her own broken way, whining softly as she looks around.

Cookies bolts out of the back of the truck the moment it's slow enough to leap out of safely, roaring out obscenities and beating her ample-bosomed chest. "That's right, fuckers! TAKE OFF YOUR SHITTY TURTLENECKS AND WE MIGHT NOT COME BACK!" Huffing and puffing, she runs up to the downed truck and gives it a few kicks, spitting into the spilled beer. "Pisswater drinking copycats, oughta burn the damn place down! I wouldn't suck your fucking dicks if they were the last sources of a load on planet fucking Earth! Find an infection strain that doesn't turn you into the least desirable fuckers since fucking Excrementals! Miserable excuses for fucking mutants!" She picks up random pieces of debris and throws them at the college before she spins around and storms back towards the truck, hopping into it and immediately throwing herself face first into Aimee's tits, hands groping at the bulk of them as she nuzzles her face in against one of those drippy nips for suckling. Well at least she's finding a place of relief after all that... yelling and stomping, should the husky allow the particularly angry kitty- otherwise she'll just fume in her seat.

The roar intimidates the hell out of Pavani. She cringes against the seat and hunkers down even more than she already has. Glancing at the retreating students, she blows out a relieved breath and glances at the driver. "How can you eat at a time like this?" She asks as she reholsters her pistol.

"Wait," she tries to call to a rampaging Cookies. She looks extremely serious and her eyes narrow. "We don't have time for this," she mutters. However, the words that come back are infectious and cause her lips to twitch in to a smile. When the cat girl returns and and celebrates their small victory with Aimee, she ducks her head, slightly embarrassed. "I hate to interrupt, ladies." She murmurs as she tilts her head to indicate their destination. "But, ther'es work to be done."

Dio watches the hilarious scene, fueling her soul with the immense satisfaction only watching one's enemies fail horribly could provide. Schadenfreude some would call it. With a heavy smile plastered across her muzzle, the lioness takes herself out of the window and lowers her shotgun. "Yes," she coughs, clearing her throat after such a mighty roar. "I believe we're safe for the moment. Let us continue to the mission area." Her head tilts to look upon the scene with Cookies and Aimee, causing her eyes to widen temporarily as she rapidly turns her attention back to the window. Definitely going to have to drag that cat to the Prometheans.

Fez just hunkered down in the truck during the tirade, watching closely and trying to keep out of sight until Cookies was firmly placed between a sex of large lactating liquid lathargy inducers from the looks of it. He reached up to the rearview mirror though and moved it down a little to get a view of the action before resuming the drive once more.

The rest of the trip to the hospital itself was uneventful, car stopping just in front of the giant warning signs posted outside the ominous building. Fez popped out of the front of the vehicle, pants tented out a bit and a small stain running down the front that hadn't been there before. His eyes were slightly bloodshot as well and small bits of crumbs littered his jacket as he looked back again and licked his lips. "You can head all in. I'll just.. watch the truck and stuff. I've got some maintenince and things to do. Yeah."

Aimee smiles wide as it seemed no one was hurt, then Cookies comes at her and attacks her breasts!! Aimee is far more then happy to let her suckle though, drinking what she could, though she is slightly shocked that Cookies could even get her nipple into such a tiny mouth. She leans over licking softly at Cookies, before, looking over to Pavani, she licks on him for a bit as well. It is strange, but just licking on them seemed to be rejuvinating! She decides that she is thrirsty, binding her second massive breast to her own muzzle and drinking down the healing mixture of sweetness and thick cream. This lets her usuallly hidden second pair be seen! Easily big enough to fill a normal man's arms and then some each. She says highly content like this the rest of the tirp til it comes to a stop.

Cookies' face is a complete mess of husky milk by the time she feels the truck come to a stop and hears Fez- there was, after all, only so much of that nipple she could fit into her mouth and a lot of it just ended up washing out over her. She is terribly reluctant to pry away, but after a few more gulps of the warm milk and a departing nuzzle to Aimee's bosom, she reaches for the husky's hand again and moves to lead her out to the hospital. She looks down at her ruined clothes and, with a sigh, makes it all fade and vanish briefly, exposing her curvaceous, dusky form before bringing it back in a fuzzy blur of scrambling nanites, clean as can be. Nanomagic! Still licking at her lips, she peers up at the hospital and waits for the rest, making sure not to jump the gun on entering before they do.

Pavani ducks her head as she is licked and then glances at the driver, her lip curling in distaste. She hesitantly opens the door and slides out of the truck. She slips behind the group and frowns at the building ahead of them. "I don't suppose it's too much to ask," she murmurs. "For this to go absolutely smoothly and without problem, right?" She checks over her two weapons methodically and pushes her curls out of her face.

Dio does her best to avoid looking at the rather lewd milking and makes her way out of the truck. "Very well. We'll report back when we're ready. Please be on standby and try not to go into a stupor." Gazing upon the familiar hospital, the lioness approaches the door and waves to the others for them to gather up and ready for entry. She puts her keen ears to the door and listens for any threats that may be scurrying around just beyond the barrier.

Fez elected to stay back and continue his guard of the truck. From the inside with his magazine and lube. The rest of the group seemed to be heading onto the mission though toward the heavy front glass doors. The front entrance of the hospital showed the reception room, bare and clean as could be expected with something strange. Flickering lights went on and off above the place and a Nurse with stringy green hair and a painted face sits at the desk in the front typing at a computer whose monitor has a large hole going through it. The perceptive lion could hear the faint sounds of screaming from the third floor of the building as well and from a lower thin window toward the foundation of the building there was another flickering light in the basement.

Aimee walks along with Cookies after she helps her up, whimpering a bit. It was odd, the sounds of her slight whimpers and whines seemed to bring more with then they they should, almost a willingness to do more, act more. In fact a minor nanite broadcast to those friendly to her, the Husky had no clue what she was actually doing. Seeing the nurse though she whines, identifying the creature quickly enough, "Maybe.. could talk?" she wonders. She always did have an easy time talking to other ferals, learning about them and from them, typically going easy, with her empathic nature, from small talk.. or barks, to something more useful in negotiating. So, she opens up with a bark and a "Hi... I'm Aimee." Sniffing a bit toward the nurse.

Cookies is already balling her hands into fists when she sees the nurse, getting ready to run right up and sock her when Aimee takes the negotiation route instead, leaving her to stand there and kind of scratch her head. She was still coming down off of that rush she got yelling at those jerks, but hey, she could contain herself. Besides, as of late, she probably seems a little bit more at home amidst ferals- at least, as much as any strain might be amongst any other, but still. She has that same sense of off-kilter sanity starting to come about her. "Hope you know what you're doing," she murmurs, taking a couple steps back and sitting down to keep herself from imposing on the nurse any.

As they enter the building, Pavani glances at the nurse and then tries to spot if there is anything around her that could be a danger to the rest of the group. "Be careful," she says uselessly. She trails behind Aimee, making certain that her presence is as non-threatening as possible. While she doesn't look as though she is going to interrupt, she certainly doesn't want to be too far from the husky should things go south. She slides a glance toward Cookies and gives a slight nod.

"There's some screaming on the third floor it seems," Dio says, removing her ear from the door and looking towards the group. "Extreme caution is advised." As the other group members walk their way in, the lioness shrugs and follow along as well, carrying herself inside like a casual visit to see a friend and secretly glad the group didn't immediately put a bullet through the door the second they saw someone. And even better, she felt much more... Active in a way, much like the times she's been around other agents with various powers and gear that really get the blood pumping in a sense. "Yes, greetings," she says, bowing her head. "We're here on a little business if you don't mind. Do you think you could help us," she says with a smile.

The nurse stops her typing as Amiee gets closer, grabbing a syringe and standing up as the husky speaks. She didn't advance at first though, sniffing the air a bit and then putting the needle down on the table. A small smile stretches across her face as she laughs lightly, painted face exaggerating the action, and walks around the counter toward the female. Her pink tongue ran out along her lips, licking them several times as she moved to kneel down and reach out a hand to pet the doggy infected. "Now aren't you just a cutie. Do you have an appointment for surgury?" She asks, not noticing the otheres until Dio spoke. "Help? Yes. I'm the receptionist. What do you need?"

Aimee pants slightly at the pats and licks her nose, "Sur-jury?" she asks, "No, come to get help, need things for the Clinic. I work at Clinic, talk to people who feel bad, make them feel better!" She then proceeds to pull a pair of glasses frames, slightly damaged with no lenses, and a clip board from between her breasts. The paper on it looks old and the clipboard itself looks like it could break apart easily. It has a pin tethered to it, and the Husky takes the pin in one of her hand paws and looks at the Nurse, "Can you tell use where to get?" she asks, not mentioning what it is they could possibly need.

Cookies peers over at Dio somewhat skeptically, though when she's met with a greeting by the nurse Cookies decides it's safe to stand and approach. Hell, she can't let the lioness have all the thunder- not again! "I have a radiology appointment! Sandiego, first name Carmen. Oh- This is my family," she says with a gesture towards the rest of the group. "They're just going to be present, we travel together. Can you check us in? We know the way." She offers the nurse a wide smile.

Pavani blinks at Cookies and ducks her head in order to attempt to stifle a laugh. She looks around at the motley crew and sighs. "If you could be of assistance to us," she says, her twin tails twitching spasmodically. "We would greatly appreciate it."

Dio smiles as Cookies plays her cards, having a good idea on where on Earth she's going. The lioness decides to take a few cards from the cat girl's desk and play along, if not for a little fun. "Yes, indeed," she chuckles, putting an arm around Cookies and pulling her close to her side. "These three here are all my daughters. It's quite tough being the mother of three children when their shifting father just walks out and leaves you alone." The lioness frowns deeply, pulling the cat girl even closer to her chest and almost looking like she might cry. "And then! I'm told my little Carmen needs a radiology appointment as soon as possible. OH! My poor baby!" She shouts, nuzzling and hiding her eyes in Cookies' shoulder. After 'recovering' herself, she peels herself off of Cookies and pieces a broken smile. "And as my husky daughter says, we're in need of a few things as well. Please help us, you lovely soul!"

The feral female hospice worker gives a few more scratches to the top of Aimee's head before talking the clipboard and squinting at it. The faded paper was hard to read and the backing threatened to break at a moments notice. "Radiology? Ah yes, I was wondering where in the world you were Miss Sandiego. I'll process your paperwork if you just head on up." She takes the clip board and paperwork back to her desk and sits down. A drawer is opened next and the nurse pulls out a knife and fork, slicing up the clipboard and paper bit by bit to eat. "Mmmm, it seems to be in order. You can pass. Take this ID badge with you." The nurse pauses her processing for a moment and reaches under the desk to pull out a nearly petrified bagle with the word 'just married' on the front of it, sliding it forward.

Aimee looks over to Cookies as she speaks, "No.. you Angry Kitty, not San-De-ego.. and Aimee is daughter of Big Fox Mommy and Husky Daddy.." She looks very confused, then, NOOO!! Her clipboard!! She adjusts the fake glasses on her muzzle whimpering and whining, "That Aimee's!!" Then... she cuts it up!! Aimee falls down to all fours, breasts squished against the floor, "Take.. Aimee's thing make.. writes on..." she says tears filling her eyes and she gives a very mornful howl, reaching up with one of her paw hands to wipe at her face, howling again after!

Cookies' ears go flat against her head and her eyes shut tightly, smile still plastered on her face as though it won't go away. Once Aimee starts howling, her smile finally breaks and the catgirl springs into action, moving to leap over the desk and jump straight onto the nurse, both hands going straight to grab her head as hard as she can and twist the fuck out of it well past her shoulder in a blatant attempt to SNAP HER NECK, holy shit.

For the most part, Pavani has been quiet and content enough to let the others take the lead. She is a relatively new agent, after all, and this isn't necessarily her expertise. The coast is nearly clear and then there is a sad husky to contend with. "It's really going to be alright," she says, kneeling down beside Aimee and petting her gently. "Everything's just..." Her words fall away as the cat girl tries to murderize the nurse. "What the fuck are you doing!" She explodes, hand still petting down the husky's back. "Stop!"

Oh no... Everything was going to shit real quick. Dio watches as Aimee begins crying and bites her lip. This could probably be solved with a bit o- And then potential temporary murder that would probably be healed off later by the bubble! But still... The lioness grips down fiercely upon Cookies' shoulder and holds her in place, shooting her a fine glare. Didn't they JUST talk about murdering people a few days ago?

Looking back at the nurse, Dio starts rubbing her head and ushering Cookies away for the stairs after taking the 'ID badge'. "Sorry about all this, ma'am. I suppose now you can see just why we're here for an appointment. Come along now, my dears. Let's get checked up." Wishful thinking that everything would work out juuuuuust fine.

Aimee started to murr softly from Pavani's petting and stroking, nearly forgetting her clipboard when Cookies attacks!! That makes her yelp out, startled from the sudden action!! Then, Dio joins in!! As Dio starts to usher cookies away, she gets up and, with quite the look on her face reaches out to grab both Dio and Cookies by the napes of their necks! "NO! Bad pups, don't go fighting, can get new writting things.." she says, holding them both, one in each hand, several feet off the ground, walking them around the counter and over toward the stairs before setting them down.

The nurse didn't even bother to look up from her paperwork processing as the goings on happened, munching on the tasteless thing. It seemed all the antics weren't near enough to draw any attention away from the insane occupents of the area. The hallway went down past several doors, many rooms open and empty with broken doors hanging from the hinges, until the stairs. It looked like it was easy enough to head to the locations marked on the map from here baring what inturruptions the small history they had were bound to show up in. All of the slots that normally held clipboards on this floor that were passed by seemed to all be missing though and a few bite marks were taken out of the plastic holders where they were kept.

Cookies flails and generally makes a fuss in Dio's grip for a couple seconds before she finds herself high in the air and being carried away. Welp! Disgruntled, she waits until she's set down, brushes herself off and sticks her tongue out at the lioness. "Don't blame me when it clicks and we have a ton of freaky nurses rushing through the hospital after us," she grumbles. With that, she takes her map out of her pocket and gives it a look, trying to figure out just where radiology was- or the other marks, for that matter.

Cookies instead actually just pats down her pockets and then slaps her forehead when it occurs to her SHE DROPPED THEM OUTSIDE when she fixed her clothes.

As Aimee takes the lioness and the cat girl away, Pavani hesitates for a moment and looks back toward the entrance. She even takes a step in that direction before turning around and following the group. Because what was out there was likely worse than what was inside of the hospital--maybe. She walks behind Aimee, panting as she tries to keep up with her group. "Could we maybe not try to kill people at the slightest provocation?" She snaps, clearly annoyed as she moves with them.

Finding a strong grip grasping at the scruff of her neck suddenly, Dio lets out a small surprised 'MROWL'. She protests and wiggles within the air, but ultimately resorts to crossing her arms with a grimace upon her muzzle until she's let down. "Did you not forget our discussion, ma'am," she says with authority, staring at Cookies. "You felt so wrong for the things you did, and yet here you are, ready to remove someone at the drop of a hat. You wanted change, you agreed to let me help you. I just..." Pinching a finger on the bridge of her nose, the lioness sighs and takes out the map she took from the rat. "Third floor," she says with agitation mixed with disappointment. "Let's go." One foot in front of the other, and soon Dio's heading for the objective.

The stairs were slightly cluttered with dust and fallen debris from the upper floors but easy to follow with a little care. The door opened up to the radiology and nuclear departments. It was a long hallway with several closed doors on either side and halfway down one was open. On the floor in front of it was what appeared to be twisted mutated shredded remains so devestated the orginal form couldn't be told. They went into the door from what you could see away and as the mass got farther away it finally ended into a twisted hand near a clipboard in the hallway.

Cookies flails her arms about, "It wouldn't have /killed/ her," she insists. "I'm certain there are a variety of mutants with a variety of powers that can fix her around here, and even if there weren't the emergency nanites would've kicked in." She waves a hand dismissively at Pavani and Dio. "I'm brutal but I'm not /that/ cold." She keeps following up the stairs, then once she gets a good look at that... body, if it can be called that, she throws her arms up, turns right the fuck around and heads back down the stairs. "Know what, I'm gonna find a directory and a more promising floor. THAT'S how you kill somebody. And whatever did it did it recently."

Pavani follows with a disgruntled expression on her face. Un holstering her pistol, she holds it in a tight grip as she follows the group up the stairs. When they come upon the horrible scene, she simply stares as a shudder moves through her. "Shit," she mutters as she steps aside to let Cookies past. Finally, she averts her gaze and glances toward Dio and Aimee. "Wait! We shouldn't separate." She says, although it is likely futile.

Aimee gets to the top of the stairs looking and sniffing around, sneasing a few times from the dust, "Aimee doesn't like here, it isn't nice like the Clinic in Milk Town." she says softly, and even whines at the disfigured form as she looks it over, then, her eyes widen! Another clip board! Her tail wags a mile a minute as she gets down on all fours, she more then wanted that clip board! Her arms bulge out with muscles that seemingly weren't there a moment ago, legs seeming to bulk up out of nowhere, with a strength that could beat open a multi-million dollar bank vault by using a tank for a baseball bat against it, then, she lunges, completely haphazardly for it, but, it seems another will attempt to stop her!

"I know she would've lived," Dio replies curtly. "But it's what you did. Without even thinking and without her attacking you, you immediately went straight to violence. I'd understand if we were in any actual danger and had to defend ourselves, but... We'll continue this later." The lioness peers around the strange room and gets a tingle down her spine as she witnesses the strange corpse. She begins raising her shotgun to her shoulder, but then notices the clipboard. And then Aimee... Uh oh... The lioness' own muscles started to bulge, adrenaline and blood flowing rapidly through her veins as she delivers a powerful predatory pounce upon Aimee to hold her back with all her might. Veins bulge, grunts expressed, and sweat drops, but with after a long struggle, she finally manages to rope Aimee in. "Please, be careful!" She says, catching her breath. "That's dangerous! I promise to buy you ten clipboards if you leave that one alone."

As Cookies makes it to the stairs and Pavani looks between the groups the husky lunged only to be grabbed by the powerful Dio. Both titanically powerful figures now discoverd just how slick the floor could be when the massively powerful jerks were done with sudden impulse. Dio was yanked foward off her feet as Aimee was pulled backwards toward the staircase and the hands holding onto each other slipped away.

Dio was launched foward, arms flailing to strike Pavani and drag her along for the bouncing ride down the hallway. The pair flew all the way down, a horrid burning sensation coming over them for an instant when they slung past the destroyed arm and bounced off the floor nearby to continue the slide. The momentum didn't end until they reached the end of the hallway and blew through the wall into the research area beyond. The tables crashed around them and two mad scientists in the middle of a delicate experiment turned around, smacking the vials they held together. The unusual nanites grabbed ahold of the two crazed men and pulled them together, bodies meshing into one thick two headed bloated form now focused on the new pair in the room.

In the staircase Aimee slipped all the way inside, flinging past the door and impacting Cookies to start the bounce down the area. The clipboard, flung back from the hit of Dio and his new close friend, was launched just over hear the husky's head again and bounced along down the staircase as well during the tumble below. The stairway was almost like a slide at this point, banging all the way down to the basement where they crashed through the lower doors and looked up to see how the hospital had power, a set of overdrive foxes constantly zapping wires and now staring at the clipboard just near them.

Cookies takes one step down the stairs when she is all too suddenly hit in the back by what feels like a semi and sent flying down. Some of the impacts are lessened by the others, some are worsened. She manages to land without breaking any bones thanks to the cushion of Aimee's enormous breasts... but she is now also stuck under them. She peers out from beneath to see those overdrive foxes, and something stirs within her, a familiar memory that almost makes her want to crawl out there and... hmmh... Perhaps it was for the best she was stuck! That doesn't stop her from trying to scramble out, though it is mostly for the sake of not having her lungs crushed to pancakes by husky boobs. Not a great way to die, crushed by husky tits, but it was better than being smashed to pieces on stairs.

Aimee yaps as she is suddenly flying away! BAM! Into Cookies and tumbling down some stairs, the many many impacts to her breasts making her whince and whine, "YIPE YIPE YIPE!" all the ways down till finally, well.. at least it was a soft landing.. but now she hurt all over. A soft grown and she leans over, licking at herself before she takes a nipple into her own mouth and suckles down her milk a bit, then, more licking, Cookies easily freed by now, then, the clipboard!! Eyes go wide again as she gets ready to dart for it!

"Aimee, don't!" That is the last cry that Pavani is able to utter before all hell literally breaks loose. When the fur goes flying, she attempts to step out of the way, but then the lioness that she doesn't know very well at all has rushed in to her. She clings to her new friend and buries her face in whatever is available as a yowl of pain escapes her muzzle. The burning is intense, but there is no time to think about that as she struggles to muffle her cries of pain and dismay.

As they skid to a stop and glass shatters, she simply remains atop Dio in a daze. She tries to right herself, but the world seems to tilt and two men fuse in to one. "Is that real?" She asks in a whisper. Somehow, she has managed to keep hold of her gun, fingers digging in to the metal so hard that her hand hurts.

Not unlike slipping on a banana peel in some sort of slapstick cartoon or TV show, Dio finds herself slipping and sliding down the hallway with little control thanks to her impressive strength act. She attempts to avoid taking the poor Neko with her, but neither would have such luck, and soon they both found themselves crashing through the wall, causing the lioness to grunt in pain as they knock over various tables and equipment while holding onto Pavani tightly. And finally, it was over. Or at least, the sliding part. Releasing the Neko, the lioness looks up to see an experiment gone horribly wrong and slowly gets to her feet. "S...sorry," she says, picking up her shotgun and then looking at the new creature. "Can you understand us? We're deeply sorry." Despite her apology, she was ready for a fight, clicking the safety off of her shotgun.

Cookies managed to scramble out from under the mass of breasts and milk underneath after the heavy impact below and wounds started to heal from the milk all along Aimee's body quickly. The foxes sit in a strange open cage-like structure, sucking in all the sparks going off and funnelling them into some sort of strange looking set of machines and onto several large lead-acid batteries. One of them moves to the clipboard and picks it up, staring between the pair and the thing a few times as shi struggles to figure out what just happened. "What the... door?"

Things were far less nice upstairs after the crash, pair of fused crazed men melded into one hidious form. It picked up one heavy metal table and charged forward as Dio appologized, swinging it hard toward them with a loud bellow.

Cookies stands up and looks over her shoulder at the angry thing with the big metal thing and some other details she barely had time to register or even care about. Those /foxes/! She walks forwards towards one, and... "Hmmmh," she exhales hotly, tempted to reach out and touch one but lucid enough to know better than to grab at something actively channeling who knows how many volts through their body. "Hi there!" she purrrs out in a bubbly, almost uncharacteristic tone to the nearest fox- ignoring the one with the clipboard knowing that it is about to suffer a fate she has seen many, many creatures subjected to: bowling for huskies. Overall, she's being pretty weird and useless!

Aimee was actually starting to get tired, she looked at the clipboard longingly, but, that fight with Dio had actually taken a lot out of her, she didn't want to chase it again, she whines softly, "Please... give Aimee writey thing?" she asks softly reaching out for it, though not even standing up yet, if she needs to, she'll tap into a reserve of more, but she really didn't want to at this point, just stared longingly at.. wait, COOKIES!? What was she doing? That looks, they way she was talking!? "Angry Kitty, no give in.. stop, come back!" she calls out!

Dio began to breathe heavily, having used up a lot of her energy for various feats of strength. She looked down at the small cuts within her clothing for a moment, only to come face to face with a steel table coming straight for her! With a mighty roar, the lioness holds up her hands and summons up whatever strength she can muster, catching the steel table within her clutches in another glorious battle of beasts of strength. Her eyes flicker to her new partner as she grunts and holds on, waiting for her to make an action to hopefully assist.

the small neko groans as she staggers to her feet, murmuring something about it being okay as she brushes herself off. Concern for the lioness crosses her features as she quickly tries to take stock of her injuries. Everything still feels a little fuzzy, but the world snaps back in to focus quickly as she, too, flicks the safety off of her pistol.

"are you alri...Shit!" She cries as the newly formed entity attempts to take them out by dangerous furniture relocation. Her heart nearly stops as Dio catches that table. Hopefully the uberscientist is going to be distracted as Pavani takes aim and fires.

The fox in front of Cookies leans in a little and sniffs at the cat girl, nodding a bit. "Hi. What brings you down here. We don't get many visitors." He says as his companion moves closer to Aimee. "You want this thing? Sure. I don't need it or anything." The sparky fox says as he holds the wooden thing out.

Upstairs the massive thwang of the table meeting Dio's hands halts the progress of the heavy smash completely, table bending under the strain as Pavani takes aim and fires. The blast tears through the nanite beast, incinerating internal organs under the burning laser light. The beast let out a loud roar of pain, tearing the table in half and staggering backwards until it finally collapsed on it's back and held up one hand to finish the monologue every mad scientist was allowed in their contract but lacking any real vocabulary it was a less than insperational final word set before death. "Blarrr, blaaahhhh, bwaggaaaa."

Cookies giggles like an airhead when the fox sniffs at her, her hands slowly sneaking up the bottom of her turtleneck and lifting it a bit as she gently gropes at her breasts. Whether she means to or not, she's actually starting to put on a bit of a display, lifting the shirt just above her breasts to show them off. "You uh, you don't? Purrrhaps I could help you... relax a little, if that's the case- I mean, must be a pretty boring job, sitting around like a battery, no visitors... Maybe have something you might want to... get out of those tails?" Was that a... a cat pun? Seriously? Something's really gotten into her, openly inviting all those foxes. Even her eyes have dilated into an almost perfectly thin, feline slit, tail lashing about playfully behind her.

Aimee whimpers a bit, but takes the clipboard, "Thank you Helpy Foxy." she says softly, then watches Cookies' display!! She whines a bit but averts her eyes, "No love Angry... Kitty..." she says but she walks over to the steps, "I have Writey thing Gentle Sex Lion!! But Angry Kitty is try make Foxies use Penis or Tail or something!!" She look back to Cookies and whines, she didn't want to fight.. but... "No! Bad Foxies!! No put penis things in Angry Kitty!!" she gets down on all fours and growls at them, she wasn't going to be able to fix Cookies right now, not after that, but maybe she could keep the foxes off of her?

Pavani stares, openmouthed, as her shot finds its mark. She gapes at the wound that the laser pistol has left on the uberscientist, and her hand holding the pistol begins to shake. Cursing once more, she holsters it quickly and rushes to help Dio. She attempts to ease the table down, taking on as much weight from it that she can. "We need to get the stuff and get out of here," she says, more to hear her own voice than to really make a point. "Not that you need my direction. You look like this is not your first rodeo at all."

Dio watches the bizarre mutant fall over in a grunt of pain and then sets her gaze upon the half-ripped table held within her grasp. As the adrenaline high finally wore off, she took a deep breath and dropped the steel half to the floor despite Pavani attempting to help. Muscles used to nearly their limit, the lioness' body felt like it was crawling with fire! "Something like that," she says with minor gasps, grunting in pain as she bends over to pickup her shotgun off the floor. "As a pointman in SWAT, you had to learn to trust your teammates with your very life. I knew you'd come through, ma'am." The lioness digs into one of her coat pockets and pulls out the radio, calling to that probably high as a kite rat. "This is agent Dio. Mission complete. Let's move on to the next phase and get these parts out of here," she says, putting the radio down and hearing Aimee's voice. "What was that, my lady?" She shouts back, starting to make her way towards the stairs.

The herm fox near Cookies watches the cat girl with great intrest as she starts to strip, reaching for hir own pants and pulling out a rapidly swelline foxy shaft. "It does get really lonely. I'm sure me and my friends could... entertain you for a while." Shi says with a bright grin, reaching out with her hands to try to pull the cat girl into a steamy kiss. The one near Aimee nods and turns, swelling up hirself as the show must go on. "Oh, hey. Don't worry little puppy. You can have fun too if you want. We aren't going to hurt her or anything. I'll even give you lots more clipboards. But can't you see that tight little rear and that tail. I just want to tug it and nibble the back of her neck when I go in."

The radio crackles to life at once, a registering confirmation coming over quickly."Roger that Agent Dio. Sending convoy out. Wait near your transportation truck and you may relax until we are ready to depart. Good work."

Cookies falls right into the kiss and purrrs into the fox's mouth, wrapping her arms around hir tightly and letting her clothes just fade away, completely revealing those wonderful, mocha-toned assets of hers, purple eyes full of burning lust. A familiar feeling ached between her legs and then she remembered just why she was so drawn to them- she was about to get packed full of cum and probably eggs, too, her only clear memory about them being those tails, those wonderful tails and their hidden surprise. Her already dripping slit is lowered over the cock of the fox she's suckling on the tongue of, voluptuous breasts pressed up against the fox's chest, grinding her slickness gently back and forth along the length of hir member and gladly inviting hir to press inside at hir leisure, not to mention the rest of the foxes. Things are about to get fluffy and sticky for Cookies.

Aimee whines a bit, not sure what to do. She knew that Cookies was falling to her ferality. Aimee wasn't much better, but she had made a promise or she would likely be right there with Cookies, but.. instead she just barks urgently at the Foxes and up to Dio as well! She wasn't a fighter, the worst she had ever done was get a little too rough during sex with her Small Claws and Love Nibbles, a little too much Slurping, she didn't know how to save Cookies from herself right now!

Oh if Dio heard what she thought she heard... The lioness stomps her way down to Cookies and Aimee's location with a heavy scowl upon her face, shotgun held at her side. In no time at all, she reaches the room and puts her back to the wall before peeking inside and pointing her shotgun barrel right at the foxes. "HANDS UP," She roars fiercely. "MAKE ANY MOVES ASIDE FROM THAT AND I'LL SHOOT YOUR DICKS RIGHT OFF." She flicks her gaze around the room, but the majority of her intimidating stare falls right onto Cookies, expressing her immense disappointment.

The fox in front of Cookies didn't waste any time as the clothes fell away, tail waving behind hir slowly as the delicous cat girl moved against hir. Shi reached hir hands down to grab the girl's legs and lift them upwards, turgid shaft sinking into the moist hole as the kiss gets more agressive. The other fox moved away from Aimee as the husky stopped paying attention, moving right behind the cat girl and stuffing the thick veined member right into her rear. It was about this time that Dio came down to the sight, two foxes impaling the willing cat girl and raising their hands. The woman was still raised up as they froze there, groins keeping the sandwiched kitten up there.

Aimee whimes a bit more as she sees Cookies being taken, she wanted it to, her pussy was dripping and glistening this whole time, but she ignored it to the best of her ability, but now, she started to paw at herself a bit at what she was seeing, but couldn't leave Cookies alone, if nothing else, drag her away after she was done, but then Dio appeared! The husky gives a very happy back and a few licks to him before, whimpering as she was starting to get a bit too heated up, she bounds up the stairs, intent to get in the back of RSX's truck again and finish herself off there.

Cookies lets out a long, mewling moan of intense pleasure as her body is filled to the brim with fox cock, gently grinding into their attentions, body already eager to practically milk those cocks and purrring like a motorboat. When the lioness bursts in shouting, she turns her head and shoots Dio a look that could very well kill. "You fuck right off if you don't mean to join in," she hisses out to Dio. "If you shoot them you shoot me- and even if you do, then what? Go back to the trucks." With that, she huffs indignantly and turns back to stuff her face against the shoulder of the fox in front of her, rocking her hips back and forth over their cocks and tugging on their fur- particularly all that fluff on their tails- to get them back in the action.

"I didn't fucking ask you now did I?" Dio growls in return, fishing something out from under her suit-coat. After retrieving it, she holds it under her shotgun as a warning, allowing those inside to see a grenade-like canister! The lioness grits heavily at her teeth, anger boiling like an active volcano. "You. Foxes," she growls. "Disconnect yourself from that cat girl immediately. You have three seconds before I blast everything in this room into pieces."

The fox stuffed right into the shapely backside of the cat girl wasn't in the best of positions and backed away. The one in the tight wet slit far to horny now to really stop and grabbed along Cookies' thighs, moving backwards against the wall as he continued to stuff the female with the pumping vulpine shaft. "Unn. She's wet and wants it. What the fuck do you care?"

Cookies' skin takes on a slight sheen as she starts to sweat, needy catgirl thrusting herself onto the fox's cock again and again with a series of soft, punctual mewls. She whines out her disappointment when the one in back withdraws- she would love to go tackle the hell out of Dio, she really would, but she is far, far too busy, even to respond with more snark. It doesn't even take very much more before her moans grow higher and higher in pitch until finally she cries out in blissful ecstasy, depths squeezing around the vulpine length inside her in an almost crushing vice, milking it in long, rippling waves as her juices wash out over it and between the two. "Fuck- nyaaahh, oh fffuuhh~!"

"You're desciding further and further into feralism," Dio responds, ignoring the fox for the most part. "You asked me to watch over you, but you resist me at every turn. I've tried to teach you and be an example on missions like these, but the only thing that comes to your mind are your selfish ways, not even thinking about what your actions might do to yourself, others, or the person who loved you despite all your flaws, EVEN after elimiating two communities off the map. But I can see I'm simply not important enough." The lioness pulls the ring off the grenade with her teeth and lets the grenade loose into the room, filling it with displeasing smoke. "Three seconds are up," she growls, cocking her shotgun. "Last chance, or I'll simply be putting down three ferals tonight, go home, and have a nice sleep."

Once the lioness had left, Pavani went back to the truck, fully prepared to leave. But when only Aimee came out and the others didn't, she found herself sighing and heading back inside, following the sounds of..oh great. Sex. A purr slides through her but she keeps herself in line as she heads down in to the basement, her own laser pistol drawn. "Need some help here?" She directs her question to Dio as her eyes take in the sight of a very pleasured Cookies. And then the room fills with smoke and she begins to cough.

The fox didn't really know what was going on between the pair but the thick nasty smoke was more than enough to make him need to stop. The milking action of the warm slit was quite good but unless Cookies managed to hold on or get off within' the few seconds before Dio tossed the grenade the fox with the attached girl was trying to get away from the crazy male. It was a good tight hole and shi remembered the scent. Maybe shi could find the cute cat girl another time when there wasn't so much nasty smoke around to ruin the mood.

Cookies is seriously pissed now. She roughly shoves the fox back against the wall to get hir dislodged properly, then spins the fuck around. She takes a deep breath of what little fresh air there's left before the smoke completely envelops the room, crouches down low to the ground and then vaults herself forwards in the direction of Dio- or at least her legs. Should she connect, she's going to use those feline claws to go straight for the lioness' hamstrings to bring her down to the floor. She really, really fights dirty.

Dio gives a little nod to Pavani, but she was more or less completely disappointed with the events going on before her. She should've just gave up, but maybe there was still hope? The lioness watches Cookies come out from the smoke, but those weren't the eyes of someone coming quietly! With a growl, she throws her knee into Cookies' face as she attempts to go for her legs and then steps aside to push the coughing Pavani along. "I thought you could change, but I was wrong. It was my job to protect one Cookies, but it appears she's dead. I have failed." With a forlorn look upon her face, she continues guiding Pavani out of the room and towards the awaiting truck.

Pavani is completely and utterly disoriented once the smoke begins to fill the room. She coughs and gags, trying to take in air automatically but unable to do anything. So When she hears noises and a forlorn voice, she only can move in the direction that she is pushed, groping along blindly as she heads up the stairs. She stumbles a few times but she manages not to keel over with a lot of help from Dio and her stubborn pride. Once outside, she takes in desperate lungfuls of air and shudders as she looks to see if all are accounted for. "Thank you," she manages, her voice raspy and hoarse.

Cookies is knocked flat on her ass long enough for them to get a fair ways away. Once recovered, she tears her way out of the smoke, but only goes far enough to be able to shout and not choke on smoke. "Yeah?! If all it took was fucking a couple foxes to get your lazy fuckin' ass to pack up and leave, if /THAT/ was the last straw then I don't think you were ever really trying to begin with! Wasn't the husky! Wasn't the city, wasn't the town! Nope, it was FUCKING SOME FOXES!" She fumes for a couple more seconds before she finally belts out, "Fine, fucker! Go back to your-- your towering standards, your dead ideals and the GHOST OF YOUR DEAD FUCKING WIFE OVER YOUR SHOULDER! Your whole fucking life is one failure after another!" and kicks the ground in frustration, wincing slightly and leaning against the wall as her eyes well up with tears. She was feeling horribly confused- thoughts were just blurs of lines, things she could barely snatch out of the fuzz and right now she felt like passing out, so she did all she could just to cling to consciousness. "F-fucker," is the last word she can work out before she collapses against the wall, panting and gasping.

Outside the pair made it to the truck where the others waited. The other vehicles were ariving now, hollowed out cars and truck beds being pulled by larger infected in a wagon train while less experienced but numerious guards watched. They were a match for the ones outside but inside the hospital it was a good thing the group had taken out the danger in the upper floors. "Good work. We'll clean the rest up if you want to go."

Inside the basement several foxes were stalking at the edge of the gas, watching the dangerous agent leave and the feral cat girl collapse. There wasn't anything to stop the fun this time and a half dozen came out of the woodwork to please her in all the ways they knew how for hours while the upper floors were being unloaded of the gear by the convoy members outside. She'd be able to get away by the end, they weren't the type to keep anyone after all and she was more than skilled enough when she needed to be.