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It's peacefully quiet in the dusty building, and so far it hasn't been the house of horrors that I expected. I'm relaxed, but I keep to my training and carefully search the building.  My goggles automatically switch to and from heat sensory mode and continue to count the distance from the jet. The distance continues to increase, but I don't worry. The building is moist and cool and feels great on my blistered skin. If I was a hybrid, I'd hide here too. I creep past a bathroom and catch a flash of tan. I flatten myself against the wall and pull a gun from my waist.

That didn't show up on the radar.

I peek around the door, gun first. A mirror reflects the dusty porcelain and my own dust caked clothes. I sigh and halter the gun, wanting to laugh at myself.

Paranoid much?  

I wipe the thin brown coat from the mirror and stare at my bronzed reflection. No fur is sprouting from my pores, and my facial features are those of skin and bones 18 year old girl.

Well, I suppose it could be worse.

I stick my tongue out at the mirror and I start to turn when a memory slams into me.

I shoved Koda out of the way and tried to finish brushing my teeth. He laughed then picked me up, tooth brush and all. I squealed and kicked out my legs as he dumped me in the jet tub. His eyes gleamed as he took my hand in his, to pull me from the water. Instead I yanked him forward and he fell into the tub, dumping water on the floor.

I shudder and stare into the mirror. I see myself standing next to Koda and he smiles. Suddenly his human features melt into a wolf-like snout and his eyes start to glow red as he reaches for me. I leap away from the mirror and trip, sprawling across the floor. A scream wells up in my throat and bite into my hand hard enough to draw blood. I squeeze my eyes shut.

Koda's gone. He was never here. You're safe.

'Dezari, are you ok?' James's calm voice whispers over the radio, and cracks with the static from the jet. "Your heart rate just jumped." I take a deep breath and get the radio from a pocket, just over my heart.

No, not really.

"I'm fine." I continue my hunt, clipping the radio to my belt. A door drifts open at the end of the hallway.

Showtime.

I crouch down and pull the gun out. I inch my way slowly towards the door, and peek inside. No hybrids, but plenty of foot prints mark the thick coat of brown, forcing me to give up on identifying my target that way. Slowly the setting on my headset switches to heat detection and I scan the room again. On my second scan, a snout peeks around the edge of a box and I pull the hammer back on my gun, which slides into place soundlessly. I use my foot to push to door and slide my arm inside. The nose slides forward more and exposes a feline head. The goggles switch back to normal and mark it as a male Acinonyx jubatus hybrid then clear the screen as he continues to slink forward. My finger itches on the trigger.

One…two…three…fo-….

Two more figures peer from behind boxes and point towards the door. My muscles clench and I pull away from the door.

"Aye, 'ere she be!" The first man turns his feather adorned face towards me. His tail twitches back and forth behind him but he raises his hands in surrender. He winks at me with his uncovered eye and laughs, exposing his sharp canines. "There won't be any of that Lassie."  He starts towards me. I back up keeping my gun centered on his forehead. My hands shake as he walks out the door.

This won't be the first one you've killed.

I start to close my finger on the trigger and he sighs. "I'd advice against that," He grins.

"Alright, cut the crap, Chris." One of the two figures come forward and stands beside him in dark contrast. Glossy black fur outlines the khaki colored clothes and her feline features. My goggles mark her as a female Panthera and inform me that I'm in danger.

Really?

I stare as the text fades from the screen, and the two felines stare at me like someone might stare at a five star meal. "Your pirate nonsense is not impressing her." She cuffs him on the back of the head. He turns to confront her and I take off like a jackrabbit.

Holy crap, holy crap, holy freaking crap.

Soon I'm running past the bathroom and I fumble for my radio as my legs lengthen to the full out run of a deer.

"They lied! "Faulty" information again I'm sure" I shout into the radio which leaves me gasping, since the air is needed to fuel my headlong sprint.

"How many?" Coldly analytical as usual, James wants facts.

"Well, I had a nice little chit-chat with two of them, saw another who decided to stay back, but I'm sure he's just as friendly. Do you think they knew?"

"Calm down, Dezari. It's your fault for traveling so far from here anyway. It's like you where asking for it. I've started the jet, so get to the pickup area." I stare at the radio in disgust.  

"James. Just shut up."

"I'm just saying. You asked for it." The headset dings in my ear as I shove the radio in a pocket. I tap a button on the side and a stale woman's voice asks me if she should send the preemptive report onto the Saharan desert central command.

Hmm…

"Charlotte, do not send the report." I order the machine.

"Protocol set by the Leaders tells me to send on information on everything encountered."

Stupid freaking machines

"Then override it!" she whirrs in my ear

"Command not recognized."

Stupid freaking me

"Charlotte, override command 13 section 78 subsection 1."

"Yes ma'am."

I look over my shoulders. The cheetah hybrid, who I assume is Chris, is jogging a few meters behind me, smoking a cigarette.

"Ya' should give up, love." He calls after me. I speed up again and focus in front of me. I roll my eyes as James's muffled voice comes from my pocket again.

"What do you what!? I'm running for my life here!" I shout, and then once again start gasping for air.  Sweat starts to pour down my skin as the heat increases.

"You are letting them travel too close."

"James. Shut your mouth." He doesn't reply, and I start to put the radio away.

"I swear if they take you…" He doesn't finish.

"They won't James."

Why is he being comforted? If they get me, I'm the dead one. Either they kill me or James hunts us all down to kill me. Would he even be sad about ending me?

"You are 2.5 kilometers from Agent James Dawson." I blink in response.

"Charlotte, put a countdown meter at the corner of the screen. Charlotte, do not give me distance reports."

"Yes, ma'am" the meter glows in bright blue letters on the bottom left-hand side of the screen.

That promise of James's is really the only restriction they ever put on these missions. Especially now since people are just leaving, people with valuable information.

People who probably had someone who cared….

Someone like Koda…

"Shut up…" I growl at myself. I look at the mirror fused to the side of my goggles and catch a flash of light brown fur darting around a corner. An echoing laugh raises the hair on my arms. Shivers run down my spine and I slow as I imagine sharp teeth closing around my throat and pulling me down into a pack of crazed animals. I stumble and barely manage to catch myself on a box.

"Dezari…..." James's voice is cracking like it probably hasn't since before the incident.

"Calm down, I'll just distract them a bit." I rip a few nerve gas pellets from a pocket and hurl them behind me as I skid around a corner. The smoke spreads thick and my goggles morph down to cover my nose and mouth, leaving me in a bubble with fresh air. I glance behind me; most of my pursuers have fallen to the ground but two stumble after me, falling over their selves in an almost drunken stupor.

Only I would take my eyes from the path ahead. Only I would forget to watch where I was going. Only I would fumble on the five yard line.

I was so close.

I run into a wall, not even a yard from the exit. The back of my head collides with the unforgiving floor and my bones crack on the cement. My eyes swim as I struggle to remember how to stand and breathe. There's a hiss from the one of the stumbling figures.

"Now…this is over." My eyes clear I see a dragon emerge from the smoke.

No, wait. He's a snake. Or maybe a lizard

I pull myself to my knees and try to stand. He kicks me back into a wall and the goggles finally register him as a Varanus komodoensis as I lay gasping on the floor. He grins at me and spit slides from the corner of his mouth. He leaps over and presses his foot down on my chest. I grimace and try to get my hands under his crushing foot.

"Move, you disgusting toad." He glares at me.

Ok, so maybe I shouldn't have called him that
OK so I've been working on this undertaking for a while and I changed the tense from past to present just to try something a little bit different. I'm not really sure if I like it better or not yet, but it's fun to play with. I've finally sorta/kinda happy with it. ^^"
I've been studying alot about certian animals to try and apply characteristics to their respective characters but I haven't really applied that yet. And I've learned a few new D.I.D.L.S tricks that seem to be helping.

So...like enjoy and all :3
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