It was past 1 pm, Merryweather with Kyle was sitting in a black jeep. Their rifles were laying by their feet. Merryweather grabbed the bag and opened it, pulling out his fursuit head, brand new. ''Heh, fitting you, sergeant.'' Kyle commented by didn't receive an answer. The car stops by one of the buildings, sergeant places his fursuit head on and corrects the beret, Kyle equips his mask as well. His fursona was a yellow dragon with white parts, military themed too.

''Not only its fucking summer but we've to wear these boiling suits. Couldn't we get some ice?'' Merryweather complains, he never liked the idea with usage of fursuits.

''That's what they provide us with, they underestimate the threat. In my opinion, we should gun these motherfuckers down, heh.'' Kyle answered but Merryweather remained silent.

They walked inside, looking at all the furries just messing around and taking pictures with each other. They started to doubt that they got the correct location. They split up and use radios to communicate. Merryweather took the right hallway, walking further and looking at all this "joy".

Hours passed, still nothing. Sergeant began to get annoyed about it. It was supposed to be the easy case involving some random teenagers messing around, not a whole investigation. He asked Kyle through the radio if he found anything, but nothing. Just in the moment he decides to walk back to the van, he hears 2 fursuiters talk about something. He hid behind the wall and listened.

''Yo, have you heard about that uh, kid?''

''Which? The one that drank whole cola? Lmfao.''

''No, the one that jumped the building off-''

''Uh, yeah I heard something about it. The fuck happened?''

''I've no idea, neither law enforcement has. The kid though that he's some type of a bird, crazy.''

''Wait, didn't he became a furry like few days ago and paid like 60 bucks for his fursuit-?''

''60 BUCKS? The suit looked amazing tho. Ugh, but that's horrible, like fucking imagine dying at age of 15, bro.''

Suddenly a scream could be heard ''THE FUCK?'' one of them shouted. Merryweather immediately took a look around and saw people running off. He quickly runned towards the sounds outside. He saw one of the fursuit wearers brutally attacking one of the civilians, tearing his skin off, poking eyes, giving hits while screaming inaudible words. Merryweather runned up closer, he pulled his GOC issued glock19 and aimed at the furry. ''LAW ENFORCEMENT, GET ON THE GRO-'' Before he could finish, the man jumped at him, Merryweather fired once hitting the man's hip at blank range as he groaned in pain. The pistol went sliding on the ground, sergeant covered his head from being hit before thrusting his waist up knocking the furry off him. He then quickly got on his stomach and climbed on top of the man giving a rear hook with a lead hook to its snout, it didn't made much damage as it was just a mask. Merryweather got quickly tackled back to the ground but before the suspect could do anything, he was shot into the neck.

Suspect collapsed on the ground, holding his neck as blood began to spill out in large amounts, he began to wiggle but after a good minute it stopped. It appears that Kyle arrived just in time to gun down the suspect. Merryweather got up, picking his pistol up and holstering it.

''The fuck happened here?'' Kyle asked, still in shock.

''I don't know, man. I just heard a scream and saw all of this happen...'' Merryweather gasped for air before pointing at the woman's corpse, her face torn apart, skin peeling off and eyeballs almost completely torn out. She wasn't breathing.

He arrived in his room, after all of this. He tossed his fursuit head into the closet, took the fursuit off and lied down. He brushed his eyes and cleaned sweat off his forehead, taking a sigh. He looked to his left at a family photo. He grabs it before inspecting it. ''Just few more days and daddy will be home.'' He said looking at his son in the photo. He places it under his pillow before falling asleep.

Merryweather was sitting at his desk, taking a sip of the coffee while writing the PHYSICS operation report. He sighed, grabbing his head with both hands ''I regret ever joining the coalition, I'm sorry, Mary.'' he mumbled to himself before standing up from the desk and taking the report.

***

Meanwhile, at least a kilometer away from the location where Merryweather was stationed were 2 boys around 18 years old each. One was looking through the binoculars while the other one was placing batteries in the walkie-talkies.

''Yo, Samuel. So, what are we doing here again?'' One of the boys said, placing the walkie-talkie on the rock. They were on a hill and it was already night making them impossible to spot.

''You haven't read the email? We're on fucking GOC territory!''

''So? These are just army men, there's no big issue. Remember how we infiltrated Area-51? Funny shit ain't it?''

''These are not "ordinary military guys", they fucking possess weapons which nobody has seen yet. Probably even these powerful beings. . .'' Samuel zoomed in with the binoculars taking a closer look at the delivery transport.

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They also had a delivery truck and 2 GOC delivery men uniforms, it didn't go out without killing them. Their plan was to enter the coalition headquarters while being disguised and then mess up with their communication. Samuel was skeptical about it, he knew that they were in a complete danger yet his friend didn't care, nor their supervisors. It's definitely not something you see often out of teens, infiltrating a military base. The fuck is wrong with us? What has their organization to do with such a dangerous group? He had many questions but not enough answers to satisfy himself.

Samuel got inside the truck with his uniform on, he turned the engine on before accelerating further going onto the road and driving towards the facility. Everything was going smooth, he went through the checkpoint and drove past the large walls. Inside he saw 2 large turrets, not any usual ones. Further were parked military cars currently being checked by members of the engineering division from PTOLEMY. Samuel knows a lot about the coalition as his main task was to gather intel. He left the truck picking one of the boxes up before walking up to the main gate.

''Hey, man. I've got a delivery for some food, may I enter to place it directly in the kitchen?'' Boy asked one of the security guards standing there, it was a simple guy who wasn't even protected with anything.

''No, I can let you enter the storage room instead, alright?''

''Yeah, it's fine '' As soon as Samuel said that, the guard pulled out his phone before giving it a wrist bracelet clearance level C. The boy now walked inside unlocking the room with his new got "keycard" before walking down the hallway. He saw many researchers working in their offices and security guards passing by. Some were more protected, some less, it was probably related to their ranking or something. He looked at the "server room" sign and walked there, unlocking the door barely before slipping through.

''Pfft, easy'' Boy smirked before turning and noticing one of the security officers standing there confused. ''HEY, YOU CAN'T BE HERE! HEY! HEY-!''

***

''You know, Sergeant. There are worse monsters than us out there. We're just a piece of this chaos.'' General Olivia said while grabbing the report document.

''Yeah, yeah, whatever.'' He rolled his eyes in annoyance. The same shit over and over again, every person would get tired of that. Merryweather took a look at his blood splattered fursuit head.

''Also, how is the case going? What did you found so far?''

''I found out that the infection currently spreads across all members of the furry fandom. They seem to be losing their human intelligence. I'll check out the storage room for some past reports of such incidents.''

''Alright, thank you.'' As soon as she said that, the Sergeant walked off.

Newly painted, white walls of the hallway. He went past the dorm rooms and cafeteria door. Suddenly he heard a gunshot sound, he stumbled dropping his fursuit head, his eyes widened. ''What the fuck was that?'' He questioned himself before running after the sound. He slammed the door open and saw him. Brown haired, 18 year old looking boy in PTOLEMY delivery man outfit, he wielded a pistol.

Merryweather looked down, seeing the corpse. Before the boy could react, he dashed forward pushing him into the shelf before slamming the boy's hand into his knee making him drop the weapon. He then gave a knee strike to his stomach as they boy returned with a knife hand slam to the back of man's neck before front kicking him away, Merryweather grabbed the wrench from shelf before swinging it towards the boy as he swiftly dodged it, side stepping and countering with a cross to the jaw. As the Sergeant was in shock, the boy's adrenaline kicked in as he began to run. Man followed him stumbling.

The suspect fled through the hallway, sliding under the shelf which 2 men were carrying as Merryweather went around it. He runned towards the exit ''HEY, SAMUEL, THEY ARE FUCKING HERE, THEY'RE SHOOTING, HELP-'' boy's radio sounded off, he was alone now. Merryweather runned after him, almost being able to catch him by the shirt. Yet they, runned outside. As soon as the suspect was about to flee, he was hit by a truck. His 3 ribs were broken as he rolled on the ground crushing his head into the tough ground causing skull fracture.

After some examination, the boy was taken to the interrogation room and interrogated by 2 PHYSICS officers. Merryweather watched from behind the temper glass, noticing the boy's necklace. Like a sapphire? What does it mean? The questions raised and no answers.

A man sat by his desk, it was around 4 AM. He was scrolling through the internet in hopes of finding funny memes. ''Just some old, used funny jokes. Can't there be anything new?'' He asked himself, scrolling further. His kids were sleeping and wife away from home, on some work trip or some shit. He didn't care much. He looked at one of the site names "Accelerating The Future!". ''Heh, some furry fandom site. That'll be a great opportunity to create memes and troll there.'' Mumbling to himself he entered the site. His eyes widened, he felt excited? What is this? What did it do to me? Somebody, help me-

He continued to scroll on the page, viewing fursonas and more. The next day, he bought a t-shirt, after 3 days he made a fursona, 2 weeks passed and he bought his own fursuit. It's been his 3rd week, monday and his wife was an hour away from home.

It was like 2 AM when his son woke up, he sat on the bed rubbing his eyes. He couldn't see much in the dark but as soon as he saw, the tall, fox looking figure emerged from the shadows. It smelled like a mix of rotten food and shit. The boy's eyes widened. ''Hwey, swon!'' As soon as the father spoke, the child began to scream.

After an hour and half, the woman walks in locking the door before calling out ''Marcus! I'm home!''. Yet she didn't get any answer, moving to the kitchen and placing her bags, she walked up the stairs still calling out for her husband. She could feel that terrible smell through her skin, walls were damaged and cans randomly laying around. She walked into her son's room. ''Jason?'' She asked as he immediately crawled from under the bed with his toy lightsaber. He cried in her arms, overly terrified. She knew something was off so she told him to hide as she went to check out what happened to his father. She slowly walked down the hallway hearing eating noises and burps. The woman pushed the door open, seeing her husband, if it was still him. He was sitting in the center of the room, eating from the can but using his fursuit head, completely messing it up. She stood, frozen in place from fear. As soon as he turned, she slammed the door closed and locked it. The man began to bang on the door as she quickly pushed the shelf out of her room to block the door, she then took Jason and runned to the neighbor. Yet, somebody else was there looking at this, a man in white sedan, GOC PSYCHE Field Agent.