Chapter 2.2.1: Guilty Verdict Part One

The Heist Begins

A Lion and his partner Bobine were heading towards the Atomic Corporation train, each with clear objectives in mind.

Sable, the tiger, felt this robbery would be their big break, one that could give them a reputation as infamous as the "Killer in Red" and enough respect to surpass their bosses, the Samuel Brothers—the Double Dragon.

Bobine, on the other hand, was more focused on the material rewards. "I'm already imagining it: 500,000 sticks just for the merchandise. And that doesn't even count the technology we can steal from these idiots at Atomic Corporation."

Sable's Vision

Sable grinned. "And let's not forget the most important thing..."

Bobine interrupted, eyes wide, "Drugs?!"

"Exactly. Sweet drugs and some good bitches are all a good alpha needs to be happy!" Sable responded, his enthusiasm palpable.

Bobine raised a bottle of Milktored, a drink from his family recipe. "That's the spirit, kid. Have a Milktored. It comes from a family recipe and business."

Sable took the bottle and swigged it down, savoring the taste. "Ah, this reminds me of those days in the country. Life was easier back then."

Reminiscing

Bobine chuckled. "Definitely. Back then, things were cheaper and women were plentiful."

Sable took another swig, lost in thought. "Back then, with an Orcarian, you could buy three Rikesas. And man, those Rikesas—"

Bobine cut in, smirking, "Damn, man. Mentioning those delicacies makes me almost as hungry as the emptiness in your bank account, hahaha."

The Restaurant Pit Stop

Sable chuckled before adding, "Let's go to a restaurant then. Carla will definitely give us a discount on the Rikesas!"

Bobine shook his head. "Come on, bro, those idiots will surely rob the train in our absence. It shouldn't take more than 20 minutes."

They laughed, and Bobine veered the car toward the nearest restaurant.

A Glimpse of the Train

As they drove, they could see the train moving toward their meeting point, the one where their boys were planning to ambush it. "These lazy people really earn their salary from above," Sable commented.

Bobine, finishing off his Milktored, laughed. "Don't worry, our boys will make 'em work once and for all, hahaha."

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A Tigra-dillo Moment

He tossed the empty bottle into the glove compartment and lit up a Tigradillo. "True cigars for the true tigers inside you!" he grinned, exhaling smoke.

Sable laughed, "I got into Tigraco after seeing its potential as a consumer plant, hehe. And THEY SAID working in the fields had no benefits."

Bobine responded, "Like a good Alpha Tigga!" They clutched their fists in a shared moment of pride.

Rikesas and Sweeties

The Restaurant Stop

They arrived at the restaurant, where the familiar order screen greeted them.

Sable tapped the screen with his claw finger. "Two Rikesas and one extra Sweetie." He raised an eyebrow at the screen, smirking.

Carla, voice brimming with excitement, spoke over the intercom. "Guys? Oh my god! Finally, something interesting in this job! Come to the special pick-up window, and I'll give you two a special discount!"

Bobine winked. "Oh, we will, babe."

Sable added, "And you're gonna love it," before driving to the special order window.

A Special Delivery

When they arrived, Carla stood waiting with their orders. Two Rikesas, and she herself, as a "sweetie," ready to join them in the car.

Sable couldn't hide his appreciation. "Mama Mia!"

Bobine grinned, his voice thick with desire, "My udders got hard!"

Carla, completely unfazed, climbed into the car with the food. "Hey, guys. I'm free for some adventures. Don't worry, my parents are politicians, so I’m not getting fired anytime soon."

The 'Milking' Scene

Sable raised an eyebrow. "Hey, what are you—?"

Bobine chuckled. "Looks like it's time to milk the bull."

Carla smirked, clearly enjoying herself. "Mmmm, you're so big, eat your goodies, boys. I'll do the milking here."

She began her task with such intensity that even the most seasoned professionals would be impressed.

Sable, lost in the experience, moaned. "IT'S LEAVING ME HAIRLESS!"

Bobine joined in with a mock moo. "Mooo, IT'S LEAVING MY UDDER DRY!"

The 'Milking' Intensifies

Carla continued with such speed that it felt almost supernatural. "OH GOD, IT'S DRYING MY WHISKEYS!" Sable roared.

Bobine mooed louder. "OH YES, I’M MILKING MORE THAN THE STATE WITH TAXES!"

Sable's scream was filled with disbelief. "HOW IS THIS LEGALLY POSSIBLE?!"

Bobine, reaching the peak of absurdity, shouted, "SHE'S GETTING MORE MILK OUT OF ME THAN A UNIVERSITY COW ON OCTOBER 1ST!"

Dryer Than Riconuela's Economy

Finally, when Carla was done, she released them with a light pop sound. She wiped her lips, clearly satisfied. "Let’s drive to the mission now, boys."

The two men, only half-conscious at this point, nodded. Bobine started the car and drove off toward the train while Sable slowly eats one of the Rikesas not being capable of putting of the feeling that they go eated for the same sweetie that they should eat here...........