It's Not Easy (3)

Fox and Nala Loba sat in separate chairs in front of the first desk of 2 that they were allowed to work with. The police officer left, leaving them with 2 police units who worked in pairs for the same vehicle. They looked at Nala Loba almost all the time. The only reason they remembered Fox was because he attracted far too much attention. Nala Loba's disguise had some makeup, but her beauty was transcendental for it to mark a difference.

“And are you two together? What’s going on? I see vibes, hehe,” a police unit with balding hair in the middle, large eyes, and chubby, asked, gesturing at them. Neither responded before Fox clarified, “We work together for different news… and you? Do you work here?”

“Hahaha!” A desk belonging to police officers resounded, pointing at the police units. The man Fox mocked blinked, he said, “Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Eh, if you’re not goin-” The mind leaned towards ‘Sara’ and bent his back, but she stopped him by showing her right palm. “Work only. This is the Proito city PAB, isn’t it? Did I make a wrong turn somewhere, gentlemen?”

‘So you’re a prude who reeks of female insecurity?’ Fox read her character as soon as it was her turn to act. The balding police unit pouted, looking sad with his big eyes. The other police unit, a slender, brown young man with a shaved hairstyle, nodded up to her. “What is it you want to know the most? Do you ‘give’ something or ‘take sponsors’ for further detail?”

Fox didn’t wait for her to educate these units in what those phrases were used for and bent over, looking at the police units, “Yes, we do. So, who first? I am very proactive, so I promise you won’t be able to feel down to your ankles until our next ‘meeting’.”

Fox winked and clicked his teeth at the end of his words, intertwining fingers like caressing the tender skin of a lover. Nala Loba was amused, but only she could tell herself.

The police units looked at Fox, taking in the image of his clothes even more, before shivering. The young brown man jolted his body backwards to sit straight in the chair, clenching the entrance to a new paradise, or hell. “What the hell do you want anyway?!”

“Hm…” Fox and Nala looked at each other before she took a window out and used a pen with a digital-worthy tip to write like a sticky note. “We want to ask about the precinct’s working conditions and the life expectancy of your equipment, vehicles, armory, and overall psyche.”

“Oh,” both police units were astounded. Someone actually sent people because they cared to know about what was happening behind the noble image of their police bureau? They were intrigued and felt grateful. Meanwhile, Nala Loba tapped her feet in morse code, barely lifting her shoes, to let Fox hear her.

Fox responded in kind, slightly bending a toe or two before snapping them, fully bending them. Thus, as they began to her about the police units talk about the situation, and how much they worked every hour, saving the day in their ‘office’; Fox and Nala listened to voices from hidden rooms and spaces below the floor and in between thick walls.

… In the evening, after conversing with the other desk after the first guys felt too tired to continue remaining in the building where they work, deciding to rather do so in their homes. The other desk were seats of an orange, redheaded woman and a brawny, middle-aged brown man who had extensive information to answer the same questions.

They left in the late evening, unable to stay anymore, and were almost thrown away. Walking down the street, but truthfully circling around the PAB’s precinct’s block, Fox and Nala Loba silently traversed a few kilometers like this before stopping.

With the night falling, they looked into one of the doors of the precinct before looking at each other. With a glance, they smoothly moved into the back of the precinct. They silently avoided the hidden detection platforms under the ground sticking to the railing protecting the perimeter.

Nala Loba took her right gauntlet off, revealing a bion attached to her wrist, resting on her palm. It looked like a mini motherboard with blue, electric currents contained, flowing inside resistant glass tubes. She pushed it softly into the doorknob, opening it with a jolt, holding the door to avoid its sudden burst after a muffled ‘bang’.

After the door emanated some trails of smoke, Nala Loba briefly looked back at Fox before stepping inside in silence. Fox followed suit, closing the door and ensuring it looked just fine. Whoever touched it after them would be blamed, not them.

They rushed to the stairs, finding themselves in a mini-jungle of corridors with yellow beige walls from a person’s head level to the top, and brown floor. They read the blueprints and knew the building to the letter, all they had to do was find a spot where they could hear what they listened to earlier.

Fox helped evade a couple of close calls, where silent cameras moved with improvised programming to catch thieves just like them. Of course, these cameras are not supposed to be in a PAB, or even a SPD.

A few turns and stairs later, going up or down to hear better, Fox and Nala Loba ended in the rooftop. A series of heavy talks were ongoing below their backs as they gazed at the clouds and few stars. They heard creepy things, of which were either followed by laughter or boot licking from a few or everyone in a hidden room.

They were 2 meters apart with their backs against the ground and their ears easily taking in information. But at this moment, Nala Loba frowned and barely blew a trace of air from her nostrils, garnering Fox’s attention.

“Get closer… this is important. I don’t want to lose my chance,” Nala Loba’s voice drifted weakly through the air, reaching his trained, enhanced hearing sense. Fox said nothing and dragged his body to her, making no sound, even though his clothes were dirty and a bit holed.

His right arm against her left arm, Nala Loba offered no words and continued listening. At some point, Fox looked at her, moving his head a bit. He prepared to say an excuse to why he was looking at her, and that was to put his ear into the ground and hear better, to see if he could find something else; anything.

But she didn’t ask. What’s more, Nala Loba craned her neck to the right, showing her goldish-pale, white skin to its utmost. While Fox was in the throes of her beauty, feeling his teeth sharpening to their ultra nature, she heard her feeble voice echo again, “I’m trying to hear better.”

But she wasn’t done there, as Fox felt his heart like a foot of divine somberness pressed on it. She further stated, “Put your ear… right ear where my left ear was hearing, there was something important. Don’t miss it.”

Her aloof voice only increased the graciousness she bore in his eyes, in his ears, in his heart. No longer pressed upon by any emotion, any obstruction. Let go of.

“Mmf,” with Fox obeying her words, his nose grazed her neck, weak and out to the touch. Fox didn’t manage his breathing, letting his nostrils continue weakly breathing in and out. Nala Loba let out a noise, but noting more. Yet, her body constantly shivered, which Fox cared not about, for he was staring at her throat, gulping and squirming so close to him.

Minutes passed by. Their ears were fully attentive, but their senses were focused on something else. One felt their skin tremble every moment, only sometimes losing decency and shuddering in… enjoyment. The other watched and felt the other’s skin, salivating with itchy, sharpened teeth.

When the time came to live, nearly at 4 AM, every voice and strange noise in that hidden room was gone. Just to make sure, Fox and Nala Loba remained there until 6 AM, supervising their surroundings in case they were discovered.

At last, they crouched and supervised their surroundings. They looked for some pebbles before throwing them to a few cameras, using the right strength and angle to disable them independently of their distance. Then they dropped from the roof and returned to the streets.

… Walking into a motel nearby, Fox let his Captain take a shower first as he meditated his breathing. He didn’t speak after they left the rooftop, embarrassed to even think of the possibility of Nala Loba seeing he couldn’t pipe them down, or thin them down.

“No towels here, do you have any around you?” Just as Fox sat cross-legged and stimmed to further feel relaxed. He opened his eyes, wondering what that might be about. His eyes were resting, not aware or polite as always, so Nala Loba saw them look at her like she was bones and behind her were only the bones of trees or dirt mixture.

She was fascinated.

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“!” On the other hand, Fox watched a bare Nala Loba who walked out with a hand towel covering her genitals. Her breasts, albeit so small they could be called adorable, and it would be an understatement, were bright lights of life in infinite darkness. Every inch and a contrast of colors stupefied Fox entirely.

“Fox?” Nala Loba lifted her left eyebrow and pressed on. Fox immediately turned his head away. There was a silence and an illusion of ragged breathing, or maybe not an illusion. Fox suddenly moved fast and grabbed a towel from somewhere he didn’t even know when or how. He walked to her, and when he came close to her, he looked into her eyes.

She was standing there with her back straight, looking at him aloof and with fully opened eyes. Her lips seemed to pout outwards a bit, and her wet skin… her wet skin invaded his nostrils, his nasal cavity, his brains.

“You still have shampoo…” Fox muttered, passing one of the towels to her. Her hair didn’t show it, but his nose knew. Nala Loba looked down at the towel and grabbed it, placing it over her left shoulder. Fox fought hard to not look down just then, almost drove by her actions, simple and meaningless.

She looked back up again before uttering after a couple of seconds of pure silence, her short golden blonde hair wet but still bright, “I’m aware. I don’t make decisions without having things nailed down. That’s for children. Dumb people.”

“Yes. But don’t wet the floor,” Fox said, and by whichever cancer in his brain flared up, he grabbed her hand towel, deciding to hold onto the other he hadn’t given her yet with the other. Nala Loba did nothing in return and watched and felt as he dried her body, rubbing the hand towel around her belly.

Nala Loba slowly lowered her gaze, losing the determination Fox couldn’t notice in her eyes, closing them softly with his hand’s sensation over the not-so-thick hand towel becoming obscenely clear and distinctive.

“Don’t rush out of bathrooms while still showering like this.” Fox said, returning her the towel hand. Nala Loba grabbed it before rising her chin again. Looking at him, she tilted her head to the right before looking at his shirt.

Rustle, flip. With her free hand, she grabbed the lower end of his shirt and pulled up, quirkily sliding her hand behind his armpits to take it out for him, requiring him to do as little movement as possible.

Fox's torso laid bare before her. Nala Loba looked at him still before inadvertently looking down at him. Her dry lips, meat struck to one another, forcibly separated along her opening lips. Her eyes ran up his skin, at those slender, light brown muscles, along her chin.

When she looked up, her eyes were fully opened, and like a phoenix’s vibrant life, they brightened, stimulated.

Nala Loba’s eyes suddenly calmed after what seemed an eternity, lowering the towel hand covering the last bits of her bare body. Fox’s polycoria eyes contents shrunk, both suddenly showing 4 impenetrable black pools.

Nala Loba took the other towel from his hand and stepped backwards before turning around, securing Fox a glance to her front, “Thanks.”

With that, Nala Loba re-entered the shower. Running water sounded from the inside quickly after. Fox watched her leave, but even after several minutes, he stood rooted to the spot. That very tight, bubbly, thick heart-shaped derriere left him incapable of thought. It surpassed his shock at the beauty of small, round, teardrop breasts.

Furthermore, he was right, her body was toned, even though slender. Looking down, Fox didn’t know that seduction would be that… good of a fertilizer for gardening. Looking at the beds, Fox wondered if he’d be able to sleep. At least there were 2 beds.

When Nala Loba came out, Fox eyes burned all on her for a second before he retracted his instinctive gaze away. Nala Loba said nothing, simply scratching her head before sitting on her bed in silence. Still shirtless, Fox grabbed the only towel remaining, smaller and thinner than those he gave to her, and walked to the bathroom.

“Those are dirty, take them off.” Nala Loba coldly said, sounding a lot like a command. Without waiting for him to decide, she added, indifferent. “Turn around if you are so shy. Don’t ruin the bathroom with evidence.”

“Where are the towels I gave you?” Fox asked as he turned and took everything else off. He couldn’t tell if her eyes were on him or not, only her response, cold and indifferent still. “Wet; unusable. Give me your clothes, don’t dirty anywhere.”

Fox blinked before sharply breathing in. He stepped backwards, a walk of shame of sorts, and passed her his clothes. Nala Loba exclaimed before falling silent, “Mn, we should rest now.”

With that, hearing her enter her bed, Fox walked to the bathroom with a gulp, then two, then several, until he closed the bathroom door behind him. ‘Why so dodgy? Holy fucking fucks, I am a retarded king of retards.’

Fox hated the shit out of himself as he got to the shower. Only now did he realize something. Nala Loba’s changing clothes were tight, but her underwear was here. She should have brought more, but something told him she did not have any when she came out. Fox shook his head, turning the shower and feeling the fertilizer get the tools excited for plowing, but no no, uh uh. He breathed harshly in and out, calming his growing-annoying irritation.

… The next day, Fox and Nala Loba went to the PAB again. This time, there was a case that had the city and municipality turning rocks upside down, even becoming a bit overly questioning with random people in the streets. A little girl burnt to force a father out and kidnap him.

They asked the 2 desks’ police units about it, but they only knew what was on the news. Thus, they decided to check on the last bits of what these guys had to talk about their PAB before leaving a little sooner this time.

When going to the roof, the same voices walked into the hidden room, letting Fox and his Captain hear again. To Fox’s surprise, when they were just about to lie down and play the waiting and recollecting game, Nala Loba grabbed his wrist with a serious expression. She had him face him, cuddling in reverse as their knees and feet were up against each other.

Their heads close to one another, several inches separating them, and Nala Loba‘s head a few below Fox’s, they listened. This was to use their left and right ears respectively, looking at each other in case they were discovered so they could signal the other with their eyes, and whatever blabbering they convinced themselves with. They listened in utter, emotionless silence.

At some point, Nala Loba’s eyes locked on him. She looked up and down for a few moments before reaching out to his hands. She grasped his left hand and held it, not letting go. Fox looked at her patiently, in silence. She closed her eyes before opening them again, writing in his left palm, telling him she’ll be operating this way for comfort and better, quicker understanding.

Fox reached out to her hand, but she stopped him, admonishing him with a gaze before grabbing his left hand again. Nala Loba furiously wrote in his palm again, leaving him speechless. Fox nodded slightly, only then receiving a silent scoff from her nostrils and her closing eyes.

‘Still looks as good as ever.’ Fox thought before continuing to do their task.

From then on, he received her little messages. Without a doubt, all were useless, as it was what he heard and thought. She even sometimes wrote what any ordinary person would think of in the moment of hearing or knowing something. He read through them all, patiently… letting him touch his gloved hands all she wished.

… Somewhere around 1 AM, they aborted further actions, for they have heard enough. Knowing this assignation of 200,000 credits was coming to an end, they left with a slight disturbance, only causing some guards to look at the cameras they just repaired in the afternoon with suspicion.

Returning to the motel, Fox and Nala Loba silently proceeded to their beds, taking their shoes and socks off, and the rest of their ridiculous outfits and disguises. The matter of taking a shower wasn’t even considered, yet. It was like it didn’t exist anymore.

Fox took his shirt off, feeling a hundred times better. He didn’t know why, maybe just the ordinary excuse of hormones, or not. But he felt incredibly relaxed after doing so. He breathed unobstructed and suddenly felt his mind freed, gaining an enlightenment; an idea.

He stared at Nala Loba, who was just taking her last clothes off before leaving a shirt and knickers on her body.

“We never talk about him.” Fox faced her, supporting his forearms on his knees. Nala Loba slowly came to a stop as she accommodated her clothes under her bed. With a blink, she looked up, all in slow motions. She mimicked his posture and faced him straight to the face. They were only a hand’s width away from each other.

“Since when did you confirm it?” Cold, indifferent; the aloof beauty asked him, wearing an expression of equal import. Fox looked at her face fearlessly, he’s seen more already. He wasn’t a learning young boy anymore.

Lowering his eyes to her lips, he answered, blatantly staring and only raised them back up into her gray, light blue eyes after a good while. “I knew before I saw you those two times, especially at the coffee shop.”

His eyes wandered left and right, thinking and feeling, but Nala Loba had already set hers locked onto his. They were 3 and 4 pools, about to change, she knew it!

“I confirmed about after our first cooperative assignation. I didn’t see you move much, but you were the only one who understood why I wasn’t convulsing. Even with my arm, it’s not within reason to endure for so long. You also moved a lot, exercised through heavy stress.”

“Regardless of the difficult or easy factors in dealing with certain types of armed enemies, targets, or people; you lower your guard not— never.” Fox looked back into her light blue retinas, deeply. “A leading quality that I was drawn to quickly. But that was only the first I saw, and the first one attracting me. I’ve seen leaders before. I’m not a good one, so I can tell when one is.”

“Yeah. You’re all murder and onslaught,” Nala Loba smirked a bit, showing her excessive number of canine-like, natural teeth, entrancing him with shuddering notions at the top of his head for seconds on and on. She ignored it, if she knew, and nodded, cocking her head to the sides, “But another quality you haven’t seen is my teaching skills.”

“I’ll make you a good leader,” Nala Loba said, matter-of-factly. Fox looked at her, curious. He could only wonder why she was being so adamant in a random topic for now. She frowned at his face, offering no explanation or word.

“How was he?” After a lasting wait, she asked. Fox blinked, sending his eyes upward. He straightened his back, followed by Nala Loba. Fox breathed deeply in, filling his lungs before letting it out through his nostrils. His polycoria eyes rested, looking impassive; yet so innately cruel and calculative.

“He taught me how to be murderous and mad.” His words left an empty spot for silence, which was sucked into their surroundings like a vacuum, employing infinite force. Nala Loba’s eyes shone. She darted them left and right profusely on his changing 4 to 3 black pools before smirking, mirth and reminiscence shockingly appearing in her lips and grieving eyes.

“Yeah, that sounds like grandpa.”

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