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==I Don't Even Bother Learning Their Names Anymore...==
''Anonymous''

The fluorescents flicker overhead. Something smells off in this hall...damp. The AC might be flooded. God, I hope we haven't strayed into Furry Country.

Donnie kneels in front of the door. He works IT for the Mariot...but he's got a wicked pocky habit that keeps him in debt to me. I nod, and he fishes out his sequencer. This place is practically abandoned, no way they're keeping up on keycard protocol. I watch down one way, the Redshirt I've hired looks down the other. I don't even bother learning their names any more.

The door clicks open, and Donnie lets out a little "Hah!" I shush him quickly...it's getting too quiet, but if my contact is right, this room is where the Neonites stash their shipments. And they can't wear those leather coats without that slicked-back hair. We slip inside, and I make sure the door doesn't close all the way...could be an ambush.

Inside the room is...messy. Once this place gets bought out, they're gonna need some major Housecleaning. On one of the soiled beds is a box, and my eyes gleam. I pull a contraband boxcutter outta my boot and open it up. Gatsby. Goldmine. I motion the others to start loading their packs. The Narutards have a dozen badges to some game event next month, and I can turn those around to some guy outside for some quality bolts of fabric...the wheel turns round and round, and I think somehow I can pay off my bill...well...some of it, any way.

"YIFF!" "Yerf? Yerf scritches?"

Oh god, I can hear them outside. Donnie starts crying, and Redshirt and I share a glance. I think he already knows what's gonna happen. We zip up our packs and get ready to make a run. 

BAM! The door slams open, propelled by my boot, and I can already smell them. As I leap out into the hall, I see him. Maybe the Alpha, maybe just a Bitch, but all he's wearing are a pair of cat ears and gray briefs that are strained by his erection. I head the other way.

The Red Shirt puffs beside me, and it would be so easy to let Donnie drop behind, but the kid's useful to me. As we round a bend, I shove Red Shirt hard. He bounces off the opposite wall and falls, stunned. We both knew it would end like this.

I don't even bother learning their names any more...