Seeing A Truth
Plop. A corpse fell to the ground with widened eyes. Fox looked at the window, from where the bullets came, and saw Nala Loba enter with Colmillo through the window, agile and quick. Fox was startled, mesmerized even. Nala Loba looked at him and spoke, looking at the woman dead on the floor. “This was your mistake. You left an improbable out. Give it to Colmillo, she's the one to deal with it.”
Fox subtly nodded, passing the case to Colmillo, who grabbed it and hugged it to her chest, nodding to Fox. He then stared at Nala Loba, who kept looking at him. He knew, she just spared him the time to do it himself, of killing his ‘coworker’ because of his mistake, and he felt thankful.
Colmillo walked to him and gave him her hand a little awkwardly, which Fox politely shook with his gloves on. Nala Loba walked to his small counter and put a note on top before returning to them. She stood beside Colmillo and stared at Fox along the former, “There’s a task for tomorrow morning, team’s going out, Colmillo is joining. Are you coming?”
“Yeah… I just have to deal with something first.” Fox nodded, calmly expressing. He wasn’t referring to his alibi coming out of the building, but his hotel. However, Nala Loba tilted her head to the right before saying, “Is it to tell your little girlfriend that you didn’t just leave her?”
“Ah…” Fox stared at his Captain, speechless. Nala Loba cocked her head and shrugged before shaking her head, “Go ahead. We’ll be waiting at the subway. Colmillo just learned that the idiot whom she bought ¼ of the stocked bions weeks ago is you. She’d like to talk to you, and it might help you not lose money like a moron again.”
Fox was gladdened to see his Captain and Colmillo didn’t just intrude in his personal life, but her following words, though direct, they seemed… Regardless, Fox looked at Colmillo and blinked, slowly figuring something out.
“Ha he he he ha heh…” Colmillo covered her lips and giggled. Her neutral, magnetic, soft, and soothing voice sounded outside her mask. Fox couldn’t find fault at her for this discovery, and Nala Loba’s words. He lowered his chin, as his position couldn’t be currently any lower.
“What does that mean? I could’ve made a deal, or sell them to someone in specific?” Fox asked. Colmillo looked at him, and, of course, he couldn’t tell if she was smiling. After a little bit, she shook her head and hung her head to the left, “We can talk as we go go. See you, Blood Fox.”
Nala Loba and Colmillo turned around, with the latter taking a strap out of her left back’s hidden pockets, and tied the case around her lower back. They jumped out of the window and climbed upwards, disappearing from his eyes and hearing sense.
Fox looked at the night of the world before turning around, sighing somewhat. The bit of blood coming out of his dead coworker wasn’t too much, but he was still on guard of it touching his shoes.
Fox first went to his counter and sat there for 40 minutes before taking food out of the little fridge at the lower corner of his spot. He prepared himself something, a lonche, and ate it without being hungry before leaving a bit of a mess behind, and a combination of sauces with different main ingredients that’d make even children frown when thinking of ingesting all that.
After he went to the bathroom, he planned on waiting for 30 minutes before making some noise, and then another 40 minutes to get out, but a shrill scream sounded, startling the hell out of Fox. This was outside his plan, but aware that nothing was absolute, or such, he rapidly sprayed some floral scent on his butt before rushing out.
The camera outside the bathroom showed Fox hurrying out, limping strangely before turning around the corner. A few hallways later, Fox saw one of the receptionists plummeted to the last step on the staircase, holding her forehead as she spoke to her phone in a call.
Seeing Fox come, with the window letting the wind in, drifting the floral scent to her, the receptionist’s mind went crazy and shouted, “He’s here! The murderer! Oh my god! He raped her!”
“…” Fox lifted his hands, already about to appease her, when she called him that. He jolted his head backwards, and then thought, ‘What the fuck?’
Fox fell into thought just to make sure he was free of such actions, but never in his life, even in Preut, did he find himself so ‘needy’ of forcing someone else to give him pleasure. He backtracked to give the demonic lady a break, when he heard the other end of the call, “Oh heavens! Quickly, send half the SPD! Someone’s raping and murdering another victim soon!”
“…” Fox tilted his head to the right. On his ‘long’ way to the state, which indeed took the longest Fox has needed to travel; he checked the homicide and rape in Prosas was of 4 to 10 in a semester for homicides, and regrettably at least 10 per month, just from this state.
… Fox waited for the cops to arrive, which colored the entire building with yellow lights as they stormed in. The executive manager and his direct subordinates were alarmed as well, hurrying here. Especially a few of them and the executive manager.
He returned to the bathroom, showing an exemplary image of a person who clearly had to go from the woman’s sight until he closed the booth. Others might not know it, but there was a sound and footage recorder hidden somewhere in the hallway of the men’s bathroom for extra safety.
When the cops arrived, Fox was pants down holding his body like the booth wasn’t large enough, and he wanted to make a renovation for free. They looked down at him, with a putrid smell flowing into their noses. An officer got him a paper roll from another booth after seeing his didn’t have any, and just for safety, they waited until he ‘cleaned’ and didn’t pull the lever to ‘check’.
They gazed at the exemplary bits of cow dung in the toilet, nearly throwing up before giving in at the other booths. A brave state police officer went over to save the janitor from sure death. Then, they walked, not brought, Fox to the main entrance, with the body already taken away.
After exhaustive investigation, especially in the bathroom, along its camera’s footage, and from the hidden camera, Fox was cleared of suspicion, with his counter and note marking an even clearer evidence.
However, the note had a ‘sorry, I will work at a better place from now’ kind of message, which would have made the managers and their boss unhappy. But after their exemplary, briefly lasting employee was horribly misidentified as the murderer, they couldn’t say a thing.
In the end, Fox’s way out went smoother than expected. While the executive manager and accomplices would find the clue he left behind before sinking into suspicions of one another, he had all questioning he expected erased from his to-do list.
Arriving at his hotel room, Fox saw two kitties playing to lick each other’s kitties, with the sunlight caressing every delicate intricacy of their wonderful bodies. He joined in, but only observed, naked. They played with him from time to time before finally spreading their joyfulness to him once they’ve grown tired of quivering without his intervention.
When they were done being adults, Fox faced Sona in the bed, both cuddling the young woman in between. To see this scenery as hot was undermining it, as the younger woman was still with part of her body in heavenly clouds with her rump sticking against Fox’s pelvis.
“I’m leaving sooner, my team needs me.” Fox said in a low, hot voice. Sona purred in response, caressing his head, giving it good massages, before voicing. “I understand. And there’s no need to tell me. I know my limits, and it’s not like I will try to keep you to myself. I’d like a person who’d stay with me most of the time, even at work. And that’s just one of the misses you have on my perfect husband requirements list.”
Fox gave out a relaxed grin, with the kitten between them moaning kittenishly again.
After bidding the pair of beautiful women farewell, Fox grabbed the bigger case, rather regular size from Fox’s collection, that Sona thoughtfully brought with her before meeting with the team.
His task was complete, and he received 200,000 credits straight out, adding to his growing balanced and sensical income. With his rifle and 2 submachine guns in the case he now held, readied to be assembled, Fox joined the team for another task.
This time, it was a bit simpler, but more dangerous. They would intercept a cargo from the criminal organization, moving military grade weaponry, not third or second-handed, but military straight out, from the north to the south.
All information they had is that the organized crime band suffered an accident midroad and were forced to camp near a long, dirt, unworked road. They were well armed and could even use the equipment whenever they wanted.
The team dispatched the criminals, bandits, before confiscating the goods. The national guard couldn’t be involved, as the military equipment they are given to deal with these matters were under strict orders to not be used.
On the other hand, the military couldn’t just surround these bandits in the wilderness when they were far from any urban settlement, farther from the military bases around the country.
Fox didn’t need to ask, as he knew the governor or Prosas was a NSH party member. But to think that they’d go as far as to undermine the president by letting this kind of armament integrate into the OC’s hands…
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The situation became even more severe when Fox and Colmillo identified the materials that, strictly speaking, could be used to build a combat helicopter’s tail and its anti-torque rotor. For the first time since becoming a Ly, Fox felt the stupid brazenness of the political world. If only they knew what a single combat helicopter could do.
Furthermore, the material he saw, and ammunition amongst all else, were leagues above what Fox suffered in Preut. In a fit of discontent, Fox separated from the team against Nol and Alea’s wishes, who wanted to keep the mad dog ‘dog’ alone, apart from ‘mad’. He went to the governor’s residence at night while the others back to Proteros.
Nala Loba watched him leave silently, hardly giving him another glare. However, she kept Colmillo from getting involved, which Fox didn’t mind, and felt even better that Colmillo wanted to help him. But Nala Loba was right, if anything, it was best to not involve someone else.
Thus, Fox rushed to the governor’s residence, only needing to dial Mena a little bit before convincing her of becoming his accomplice unwillingly.
The governor was an old man who lived alone, divorced wife who ran with the kids and made some more with a husband that she could love and receive love back from, and a lonely person. However, whenever he showed in public in Prosas, he was shouted at and given awful glares from the crowds or even just a few people nearby.
There were many ‘iconic’ videos of such happening, becoming the governor’s restlessness and uneasiness to show up in public. But Prosas, a state near the northern border states, was one of the worst taken care of in Lýmoca, how could that be? Naturally, it was a clear example of when one shits in their own garden.
Fox changed his mind when he arrived near the gigantic mansion. There was only 1 vehicle, a car. With how well-taken care of it looked in his trained, tech-obsessed polycoria eyes, Fox decided to not enter the mansion and just play outside.
Fox had to be slower than he should to not make too much noise nor seen as he worked his ‘prank’. He left deep in the night, where the world was asleep, at least in this half of the planet. Thus, the next morning, when the governor came out of his mansion, after looking left and right to avoid any public eye, and more so with cellphones, he walked to his car with a coffee mug as usual.
Yet, when he started the car and looked back to enjoy his baby’s smooth driving, he was flabbergasted to not feel it moving at all. He could her the wheels spinning, and the engine was on, with the radio badmouthing the president on, thought it was more like any radio.
Stepping out of the vehicle, the governor saw his wheels madly spinning far above the ever-possible-thought limits. He couldn’t even see them properly anymore, intermittent between slowly spinning to not at all. The governor became so scared that he scrammed back to his mansion, calling the national guard line and even crouching behind his fridge.
In the end, the wheels stopped on their own after 15 hours, of which the car’s sides were burned, but a strange sponge-like block hidden inside spread when it heated, allowing the car to avoid exploding. Though it did burst in flames for a while.
The dozens of national guards, all forcibly commanded by the governor, bored and wishing it could just explode, or at least ‘speed up’ the process, finally left with a bad taste in their mouths.
When the governor, who didn’t attend his daily duties in the governmental office, went to his bed to sleep, found a gift. He saw the mangled corpse of the organized crime band’s man leading the convoy sprawled on his ceiling.
Dried blood, dark and repugnant everywhere, were the canvas, with the limbs and skinned pieces forming a word: ‘Fox’.
***
When Fox returned to Proteros the following afternoon, he received a message from his WID, from Butler, which Fox first ignored and went to his boutique. First things first.
He went to see his boutique, which was operating at full motor, and with the owner of the floor above upstairs watching this happen with an understanding expression and constant nods. Fox met the old man, who seemed quite serene and understanding.
When he appeared in the old man’s retinas, they shrunk a little before recomposing, but still continued trembling. Fox greeted the owner from the floor above, “Fox, this is my boutique. I’ve heard you’ve reached a good point with Fabiola?”
“Good to finally meet you, yes.” The old man shook Fox’s gloved hand. “She’s a sweet girl. At first, I couldn’t figure why she would be there with you, working for you. I apologize for my treatment, I now wish to have further talks. If you don’t mind.”
“Oh, I am complacent to hear that,” Fox politely smiled and walked forth, bringing the oldie to the storage backroom to talk business. But then, he said with a lazy smirk spreading from ear to ear, “But do you mind we speak informally? I don’t like pleasantries, only solving things.”
“Ah,” the old man widened his mouth and looked at Fox like an unearthed treasure. He had been enjoying wasting his time trying to find a buyer for his flat because Fabiola was just the perfect granddaughter that he didn’t realize he could act differently now. More to his taste.
Blocking the words ‘one of my own’ from his lips, the old man nodded with an open smile, “I agree. Ahahaha, shall we?”
“Right, we don’t have to decide everything now. Let’s treat this as a brief first meeting. We should just speak a few things about what to expect and how to deal with them, yes? Be blunt with me, I have a meeting with the president since I returned to Proteros, we wouldn’t want to have him waiting for too long.” Fox said, grinning towards the end of his words.
“The president?!” The old man shouted, incredulous and stupefied. Half the boutique turned heads around, with the other half eyeing them from the corner of their eyes. Fox grinned widely, nodding with an expression at ease.
“Ah, what’s he like? The president,” as they stepped into the area at the back to hide, the old man expressed his curiosity. Fox stopped and considered the thought. Nobody ever asked him that after remembering, or he reminded them whom he worked for. He tilted his head, contemplating for a few moments before gazing at the old man.
“He seems strict, but there’s a bit of him that’s still… the president I hear everyone talk about, at least the majority. I can see a part of what an extreme minority truthfully speak of when they talk about him growing inside him. I just haven’t been able to see much of it. He usually yells at me a lot, like I’ve owned him for my whole life.”
“That… does indeed seem not like what I’ve heard, how strange.” The old man said, stopping his words somewhere to change them for a better use. Fox shrugged and pointed to a pair of below mediocre chairs at the side, below a desk. “Shall we?”
… After Fox left the boutique in the good hands of the youngsters, promising Mena’s cousin a little ‘gift’, and after leaving it clear that Fabiola still held importance in the boutique, he went to the presidential precinct.
Arriving before the presidential office’s doors, Fox knocked twice before coming in. Inside were Sona, Lesly, and Roam around Luis’s desk, with the ‘unmatched’ president sitting there. They turned their heads at him before ignoring him, looking at their president still.
Walking towards them, Fox watched them chat a bit more before the president dismissed them all. Lesly left, giving Luis a powerful smirk to the right corner of her mouth as she left. Sona winked at her brother at the same before retreating together.
Roam remained at the side, though he walked 20 steps away from the desk and neared the window instead. Fox looked at the president and playfully slapped his sides with his arms to stand, awaiting.
“So you know what you’ve done,” Luis said as a matter of factly, not questioned him. Fox lightly nodded. Thus, Luis continued, “Not only you paid the honorable mayor of this capital a visit at night, you even put up a corpse in the house of a governor? And a high-ranked officer from an organized crime group?!”
The more Luis spoke, the higher his volume went. Fox waited until the president resumed his deeds before showing a face that he was mulling over it. Then, he lightly nodded again.
“Did you ever think what would occur after that group heard this news? They might attempt against the governor, Phesx! It’s not my reputation you’re messing in doing those things, but my country!” There it was, the president yelling at Fox, only fueling him instead of calming him.
“It’s not when considering those OCs are all in touch with your dear ‘I-can’t-touch’ governor, president.” Fox said in a casual manner, lowering his eyes when pronouncing the word ‘president’ with a rather condescending emphasis.
Fox added, still ringing inside his head from the yelling just now, “At worst, he’ll just have to consider putting more bags into their piles of money. Ow, was it the other way?”
Slam! Luis hit his desk, rather hard this time, unlike before, where it was his rage talking. This time, it seemed like it was something else, something like… fear and precaution. Yet, Luis’s voice wasn’t only more stern and hardened, he even stood up and slowly walked to Fox, clearly aware of what he was doing.
“And where do you think that money, which is not from his pockets, will end? How many more parts and equipment do you think that money, from the people— to the people, will buy them— again?! Where do you think he’ll gain more money from?”
Luis neared Fox’s personal space, stopping just 4 steps away after his eyes slid elsewhere for a moment, seemingly thinking of something. He still pointed at Fox, but staring at his own finger, Luis lowered it before continuing. Trying to calm down, to become serene, but he just couldn’t.
“These type of people, with too much power in my country, pulling resources and forces as easily as they were given food and wealth when being born, won’t care if there’s no more money. Just as long as they get their cut, no matter what.”
Luis had an enraged expression still, which, at this time, stood out the most. Fox analyzed this expression, this face, hearing well what it was speaking.
“And now, you’ve made a mayor piss his pants in public after being ambushed by a group of reporters, seconds after his declaration of seeking justice from you. Then, you made a governor with not new suspicious alignments to the organized crime bands stand all the more in the limelight. All within a few weeks’ worth of time at most, just half a year since you became a special agent in the Piya Sanctum District hoog secret organization.”
“The organization that… belongs to me.” The president gestured towards himself, gently. His words might’ve been softly spoken, but they were… confident.
“…” Fox tilted his head, not expecting something like this. Luis took another step, standing 3 steps from Fox, whose eyes immediately changed when he did. Luis noticed it right away and almost smiled, understanding the personified madness, but it seemed like Fox didn’t notice.
And indeed, Fox didn’t realize, especially because it is something he’s always done, ever since he first discovered society exists. When other women discovered it, they only figured Fox was amazed by them, when it wasn’t.
“Now they know the president has a hornets’ nest, and for the past 11 years…” Fox voiced, lowering his eyebrows a tad. Luis nodded ever so imperceptibly. Fox finished his words, “They’ve been stirring it up.”
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