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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b][u]Bounty Board: Special Contract[/u][/b][/center][center][b]High and Mighty[/b][/center][center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nBasic Rules:\n- Fill the info below with as much detail as possible. Providing pictures of the target is very helpful.\n- No public figures (politicians, international CEOs, movie stars, etc). It brings too much attention. Hire a real hit man for that.\n- Previous age restrictions have been lifted, but be aware that this will limit the willing hunters.\n- Do not post a bounty on another member of D-Gen Cafe without their permission.\n- D-Gen Cafe members may post a bounty on themselves. Payment must be paid in advance to D-Gen, and will be given to the hunter when proof is delivered.\n- Hunters must provide proof in the form of video or photographic evidence of the successful bounty before they are given payment. Police reports are not acceptable proof.\n- Failure to pay a completed bounty will result in a bounty being posted by the D-Gen staff on you! (we also have a very good 'asset recovery' team, if you catch our drift)\n- Multiple hunters may try and go after the same bounty, but try not to. Though if you kill each other in the attempt, feel free and add that to the proof.\n\n[b]Note:[/b] These rules have been suspended for this bounty.\n\n[center][u]The Bounty[/u][/center]\n\n[b]Poster:[/b] Rathkin\n[b]Target Name:[/b] Patricia Walshe\n[b]Species:[/b] Wolf\n[b]Gender:[/b] Female\n[b]Age:[/b] 37\n[b]Brief Description:[/b] Silver fur, black hair cut into a shoulder-length bob, brown eyes. Usually wears a fitted blue business suit with a pencil skirt, black stockings, and high heels. No piercings, but has a fondness for flashy jewelry, especially necklaces. 170 cm (5'7\"), 67kg (148 lbs), slender with 36DD breasts (augmented). Unmarried, no children, no significant partner. Possibly asexual and/or aromantic. Egotistical, greedy, corrupt. Has used her position for personal gain. Not well liked by those working under her.\n[b]Possible Location:[/b] HJ Block Financial Advisors, Alta Ferro home branch. Most easily found at the branch manager's office during typical working hours.\n[b]Preferred Method of Execution:[/b] Hunter's choice.\n[b]Special Requests:[/b] Records have been falsified and planted to give the impression the hunter's assumed identity has been slighted by the company. Hunter instructed to keep this narrative in the second stage of the hunt.\n[b]Reward:[/b] Special compensation, donated to the recipient of the hunter's choice. (choice kept private at hunter's request)\n[b]Other Info:[/b] Hunter has been given the identity of a former employee of the company, who worked directly under the target. The identity they are assuming recently committed suicide following a wrongful termination. Hunter will act as if this is an act of revenge for being fired. The real reason for this bounty is the target has been trying to blackmail an associate of D-Gen, the Hart House, under allegations of fraud. An investigation could lead to exposing the Hart House's secondary function, and possibly expose D-Gen. This cannot be allowed. Usual rules against high-level targets and proof of kill have been waved for this special bounty.\n\nFurther instructions were provided to the hunter directly.\n\n[b]Hunt Completed By:[/b] Harisunset\n[b]Proof of Completion:[/b] Stolen security camera footage, police reports, news footage, personal phone recording.\nFootage and phone audio recording have been spliced to recreate the incident as best as possible. Thank SirMichaelKillgrave for his efforts in crafting this recreation for your enjoyment.\n\n[center][u]The Hunt[/u][/center]\n\n[i]Dear Harrison,[/i]\n\n[i]I recently heard about your diagnosis of ALS. I am saddened to learn this. I would provide you with all the top medical care my considerable wealth can afford, but it would do little but extend your life by a few years. I know you are not one that would wish to spend your last days trapped in your own body as it withers away. I also know you would reject the Komori's alternative method for a new body. Evading death in such a manner is not our way. You, like any of Her devout, would prefer to hasten your path to Our Lady.[/i]\n\n[i]As such, an opportunity has arisen that will allow you to not only continue your service to our community, but allow you to go out with a real bang, as it were. A method I know you would prefer. A final, glorious mission to cap off the last 24 years of your service. The branch manager of the Alta Ferro home branch offices of HJ Block Financial Advisors has found some questionable donations to the Hart House for Wayward Children, an orphanage run by one of our loyal members. She is threatening to reveal this information unless George Hart pays a substantial amount of money to her. This could still lead to an investigation, which would not be good for George, and could potentially expose D-Gen, which would not be good for anyone.[/i]\n\n[i]Further details are attached to this message, including information about the identity you are to assume, one David Ashendal. Luckily, David is also a mouse, same as yourself, has near identical fur, and is similar age. Eye colour is the only major difference that most will see, but we've altered records. Just wear some shades. Other records have also been altered to match your physiology. I should say, he was all of those things, as he committed suicide two days ago after he was fired by the target for petty reasons. He had no living family, and made very few friends, so you will not need to worry about them being around to cause an issue. Their body has already been cleaned by the local Fixer. Just try to avoid people that knew him. You're good at infiltration, so you shouldn't have any issues.[/i]\n\n[i]I know this is a strange target to put a bounty on. Normally I would request you as a private assassin, as usual, to handle it quietly. However, this is also to send a message to the company and others, to not dig into such topics. And I thought you would enjoy a more public hunt for your final mission. I will leave the method of execution up to you, so enjoy yourself. Part two of the mission will be your last stand, done by SBC. I know you've always wanted to go loud at least once. Now is your chance. Your usual fee will be sent to your daughter, along with a substantial bonus. I'll be sure she is well taken care of, you have my word.[/i]\n\n[i]I wish you the best of luck. Happy Hunting.[/i]\n\n[i]Your friend,[/i]\n[i]Vance Rannek[/i]\n[i]May we meet again in Our Lady's loving care.[/i]\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nPatricia continued scrolling through the latest documents to come into her inbox. She was only barely reading them, mostly looking for the most important information contained within. The newest projections for investment suggestions, reports about current financial situations, stock reports, all the usual things. Other people handled the details, she just had to make the final say about certain changes that could effect the branch's bottom line. And all the people that relied upon them for financial advice, but they were hardly her concern. She was more worried about what would effect the board, and her own pockets.\n\nShe tensed up as her work phone rang. \"Oh what now?\" The display said it was from her secretary, Susan. She picked it up and hit the button for the right connection. \"Yes?\" She didn't bother to hide the annoyance in her voice.\n\nThe woman on the other end kept her own tone more professional. \"A Mr. David Ashendal is here to see you. Says he needs to discuss a matter with you. Claims it's important.\"\n\nShe frowned. \"Ashendal?\" The wolf thought for a moment. \"Mouse? White fur? Kind of fruity looking?\"\n\nThere was a soft giggle. \"Yes, ma'am. Should I sent him in, or away?\"\n\nPatricia sighed. She had personally fired the man two weeks ago after he fucked up a deal. He was probably here to argue for his job back. Worst case, he was going to try and file some lawsuit for wrongful termination or something. The lawyers would bury it under litigation and make it go away if that was the case. In either event, it would be a distraction from the e-mails. \"Fine. Send him in.\"\n\n\"Yes, ma'am.\" Susan hung up, and Pat let out another sigh as she put the phone back down. She cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter, making sure her suit and hair were straight and tidy, then stared at the door across the room. The office was spacious, paintings of landscapes hanging on the hardwood walls. A blue-gray carpet covered the floor. Behind her was a large window that looked out on the street eight floors below. Not that the view was particularly gorgeous, with the numerous tall buildings of downtown Alta Ferro. The HJ Block Offices were not even close to the top floor of the building they were in, which rose almost another eighty floors above her office. Just one of many businesses within the tower.\n\nThe door opened, and a thin, effeminate man stepped in. The mouse was wearing a basic grey business suit that did not fit him well, and a pair of sunglasses. His brown hair was combed back neatly between his large ears, recently cut short by the look of it. He nervously clutched his briefcase's handle with both hands, as if he was afraid it might fly away from him. \"H-Hello, Ms. Walshe.\" He stepped in, jumping when the door closed behind him. Even his voice sounded higher pitched and more like a woman's.\n\nShe kept her expression even, motioning to one of the two chairs on the other side of her ornate, mahogany desk. \"Have a seat, Mr. Alendal.\" She got his name wrong intentionally.\n\nHe nodded, stepping nervously over to the chair and sitting. \"Thank you. A-and, it's A-Ashendal... ma'am.\"\n\n\"Right. So, what is this all about?\" As soon as he opened his mouth, she held a hand up. \"Wait, no. Let me guess. You looked for another job within finance and realized that you'd only be making a fraction of what you made here. And so now you are here because you wish to argue for your old job back, correct?\"\n\nHe shifted uncomfortably. \"W-well...\"\n\nShe talked over him. \"I'll spare us both the time and tell you it's not going to happen. You messed up numerous times.\" She tapped on her keyboard, pulling up her notes. She kept records for recent terminations in for this reason. \"Let me see. You misfiled the reports for the Slandin account. You failed to file reports on time regularly.\"\n\n\"B-but I-\"\n\nShe continued. \"You were late to your shift sixteen times in the last year, and requested PTO another seven.\" She leaned to the side. \"And we got numerous complaints about you making potential clients uncomfortable with your... mannerisms.\"\n\nHe flinched slightly. \"M-my... mannerisms?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes. You lack the confidence you are supposed to project. Even now, you look like you're about to pass out from nerves. And to be frank, a lot of people aren't comfortable with a gay man giving them financial advice. At least one so obvious as you are.\"\n\nHe blinked. \"R-really?\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"I can't say that's officially why you were fired, of course. There's laws that prevent that sort of thing these days. But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a factor. But these other issues are more than enough to warrant your termination.\" She crossed her arms under her chest. \"So unless you have something else to discuss, and I frankly doubt that, then you can leave the same way you came in.\"\n\nThe man stood back up quickly. \"Okay...\"\n\nAs he got to the door, Patricia called out. \"Best of luck on the job hunt, Mr. Alendal.\"\n\nThe man let out a soft chuckle. Instead of reaching for the doorknob, he turned the bolt to lock it. \"You really are a bitch, aren't you?\"\n\nShe frowned at him. \"Insults won't help you, David. Now please leave.\"\n\nHe turned back around, a smile on his lips. \"No, I don't think I will.\" Everything about him shifted, from how he stood, to the tone in his voice, even how he held the briefcase. It was like he was a completely different person.\n\nPatricia scowled, reaching for her phone. \"Leave now, or I'll call security and have you escorted from the building. Directly to a police car if need be.\"\n\n\"That would be a very bad idea.\" He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at the woman. \"Touch the phone, and I'll make a real mess of your pristine suit.\" She moved her hand away from the phone slowly. \"And don't hit the panic button under your desk either. I can still blow your brains out before anyone gets through that door.\"\n\nShe sighed, raising her other hand out from under the desk, holding them both up. \"What is it you expect to accomplish with this, David? You think holding me at gunpoint will get your old job back?\"\n\nHe chuckled as he stepped closer. \"I don't give a shit about the old job.\" He slid his glasses off, showing his bright, forest green eyes. David's were blue. \"I'm not David Ashendal.\"\n\nShe suddenly seemed a little more apprehensive as he walked around the desk. \"Then... who are you? What do you want?\"\n\nHe smiled. \"My name is Harrison Schemer. You can call me Harry. And what I want is you.\"\n\n\"Me?\" She looked confused, then her eyes went a little wide with realization. \"Who hired you?\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Made a lot of enemies, Miss Walshe?\"\n\nA little fear slipped into her voice. \"I can pay you. Enough for you to live comfortably somewhere. I'll even delete the security footage and any record of you being here.\"\n\n\"Living comfortably is not my goal, Patty. And even if this was about money... well, unless you can match what Mr. Rannek can offer, then I'm afraid you're shit out of luck.\"\n\n\"Rannek? [i]VANCE[/i] Rannek!?\" Most people would never recognize the name, as he rarely worked directly with anyone. But her position gave her a slight peak behind the curtain. She knew the man who was likely one of, if not the richest man in the world. \"What the hell does a business mogul want with me? I'm just a paper pusher! I'm not even on the board!\"\n\n\"It's not about your position, Patty. It's about your extracurricular hobbies.\" Harry frowned. \"Blackmailing an orphanage? Really?\" He shook his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. \"That's low, even for someone like you.\"\n\n\"The Hart House? He's the one laundering money through it!?\" Now she was afraid, her eyes fixed on the gun, though her gaze flicked to her desk momentarily. \"L-look, this is all a big misunderstanding! I thought that rabbit who runs the joint was just embezzling money! I didn't know Mr. Rannek was involved! I'll... I'll stop the blackmail threats! I'll even make all the evidence disappear! A-and I can give them a special account! Make them even more money!\"\n\nHe smirked. \"To quote a movie: It's not about the money. It's about sending a message. No one fucks with Mr. Rannek's friends.\" He aimed the gun at her head. \"Rest in peace, Ms. Walshe.\"\n\nShe suddenly grit her teeth. \"[i][b]LIKE HELLS![/i][/b]\" She suddenly lunged out of her chair at him, sloppily trying to tackle him. He managed to back away, but her shoulder still impacted him in the hip, making him stumble back a step. She scrambled for her desk, slapping the panic button under it to send a silent alarm to building security. It would still take some time for them to arrive, so she turned her attention back to the mouse, baring fangs and claws.\n\nBefore she could do anything, a hand gripped her hair and yanked her head to the side, only for it to get slammed against the edge of her desk a moment later, making her vision explode into white as she bounced off, crumpling to the ground. \"Not smart, Patty!\" He kicked her in the side, making her grunt. She tasted blood in her mouth, her lip bleeding. \"I was going to make your death nice and quick. Mostly painless.\" He crouched, pressing a knee on the small of her back to pin her down with startling strength. \"Now, you'll suffer a bit.\"\n\n\"Get off of me! [b]HELP![/b]\" She called out. \"SOMEO-\" Her please were cut off as something hard and metal struck the side of her face, nearly knocking several teeth out and dazing her again.\n\nHarry let out a huff. \"Enough of that.\" He ran a hand over his hair.\n\nShe coughed, spitting up blood. Then she laughed. \"Only a matter of time before security gets here, asshole.\" She rolled onto her back, wincing and clutching her side where he'd kicked. \"If you give up now, they might be gentle with your faggot ass!\"\n\nHe frowned. \"I'm already not planning on walking out of this room.\" He stood up. \"And faggot? Really? Such low insults for the high and mighty?\" He clicked his tongue disapprovingly again. \"Not even accurate. I'll prove it.\" He started to unbuckle his pants.\n\nThe wolf's eyes went wide, slowly crawling away from him. \"Oh no! You touch me with your tiny pecker, and I'll fucking bite it off!\"\n\n\"I'm sure you would.\" He let his pants fall, revealing the pair of underwear under them, and the notable lack of bulge. \"If I had one to bite off.\" He shoved the underwear down, revealing his pussy. He kicked the pants out of the way. \"See? Nothing but a cunt. Though not as big as you.\"\n\nShe grunted. \"So what? Trans is just the new flavor of faggot. You'll be even more popular in prison. The community bicycle! Everyone will get to ride you!\"\n\nHe sighed. \"You don't know when to shut up, do you?\" He shook his head, stepping over. \"Fine.\" He grabbed her hair and yanked her up, first to her knees, but managed to get her to her feet, only to slam her face against the window. \"You probably love looking down on people, don't you? Looking down at all the little people from your little office?\"\n\n\"Let me go!\" She tried to struggle, but he smacked her face against the glass, leaving a bloody smear.\n\n\"Your pristine hair, tailored suit... I bet you even manicure your claws, don't you?\" He smacked her head against the glass again. \"You think you're untouchable. News flash, bitch. Everyone is touchable!\"\n\nThe door rattled as someone tried to open it, then there was a bang, a man shouting. \"Ms Walshe!?\"\n\n\"HELP! SH-\" She shouted, only to get her head smacked against the glass again.\n\nThe man on the other side called out again. \"Whoever is in there, open the door and surrender!\"\n\nParicia laughed. \"Only a matter of time before they get inside.\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Enough time to kill you then.\" He threw her down onto the ground.\n\nPatricia started to crawl away, shouting. \"SHE'S GOT A GUN!\" She grunted as a foot struck her gut.\n\nHe knelt down, grabbing her by the ears. \"I was going to just snap your neck, but for calling me 'she,' I'm going to make this a lot worse.\" He didn't give her the chance to respond, instead slamming her face against the side of her desk. She grunted, her body twitching. He slammed her face against the edge again, and again. Blood started to pour out of her mouth and broken nose. He let his anger take over for a moment as he repeatedly slammed her against the hard wood. The last blow had her temple smack against the corner, making her whole body jerk and start to to tremble.\n\nHe dropped her onto the ground, watching her shake for a second. She wasn't dead yet, but she wouldn't be making any more fuss for now. Her face was a mass of blood-matted fur, streaming from her mouth, nose, and several cuts, one eye was rapidly swelling, the other drooling more blood from being struck against the desk. Neither were open. He looked up as he heard heavy banging on the door, someone trying to break it down from the other side. \"Right. Let's make this look good, at least.\" He stepped over Patricia's shivering body and put his hands on the desk. With a loud grunt of effort, he shoved. The desk didn't move as much as start to tilt. Soon, it slammed over onto its side with a loud [b]THUD[/b], sending everything that was on top of it strewn about the floor. He then shoved the thing again, pushing it across the room, until it was up against the door.\n\nHe let out a breath. \"Fuck, that thing's heavy.\" He quickly moved over to where he had left his briefcase, tossing it against a different wall. Then he looked at the wolf's body. She was still shivering, likely suffering from some massive brain damage. A dark spot was growing at the crotch of her pants as she pissed herself. \"Heh. Not so pristine now, huh, bitch?\" He still moved over and grabbed her arm, dragging her to the same spot he'd tossed his briefcase. Facing toward her feet, he straddled her head, and sat down, pressing his slit against her mouth. \"Here. Last meal before they start really trying to bust in here.\" Reaching out, he gripped her shirt, ripping it open. He snapped the bra under it, letting her big tits flop free and jiggle about with her trembling. \"There, that's better.\"\n\nHe pressed down, grinding himself against her mouth. The way she was twitching was still nice, but it was not really enough to get him off, so he also reached down to start rubbing himself. \"Mmm... if you could only see yourself now. Cunt in your face, tits hanging out, shaking like a slut being fucked.\" He smiled. \"What a faggot, right?\" He let out a soft moan as he started to work his clit and slipped a pair of fingers into himself. It was a rare treat for him to be able to enjoy himself with the target's body. Normally, he had to slip out of wherever he was quickly after taking them down.\n\nOutside, the sounds of sirens blared as police showed up on the scene. Soon, there were louder bangs on the door as something was being used to try and break it. He sighed. \"Never enough time.\" Slipping his fingers out of his pussy, he moved off of her face. \"Sorry I couldn't give you a few squirts.\" He held onto her head, then suddenly twisted it hard. Her neck made a loud cracking sound, her body jerking hard. He twisted the other way, getting more snaps as he fully shattered her spine. Her body jerked again, trembling a little, but finally growing still as he ended what little of her life was left. He still reached out to grope one of her big tits. \"Mmm. Definitely fake.\"\n\nThere was another crack, this time from the door, the wood starting to give under whatever they were using as a battering ram. Harry took a deep breath, picking up his gun. He didn't even remember when he'd dropped it. He didn't bother to get his pants back on. \"Almost show time. Let's give 'em something to talk about.\"\n\nAfter another few thuds, the door finally cracked and broke, large chunks falling away. A dog in a police uniform leaned in, though still couldn't enter with the desk in the way. He shouted. \"Hands where I can see them!\"\n\nBefore a gun could be brought to aim, Harry pointed his own, firing off two shots that intentionally missed the man leaning inside. \"You'll never take me!\"\n\nThe cops in the hallways all dove for cover, including the one that had been leaning in. Someone out there shouted. \"SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED! GET DOWN!\"\n\nSomeone else shouted. \"RETURN FIRE!\" A moment later, the hall was filled with the sound of pistol fire, and the room was peppered with a smattering of unaimed shots.\n\nNone of them were close to where Harry was taking cover. He scoffed, muttering to himself. \"Panicky amateurs.\" A moment later, a small cylinder clattered onto the floor. It began hissing and releasing smoke almost immediately. He had been expecting it, and dove forward, snatching the gas grenade and chucking it over his shoulder, right back into the hall. \"You dropped this!\" He was met with no small amount of surprised cursing. He popped up over the desk and fired off a quartet of shots into the gas and crowd in the hall.\n\nTwo people grunted, and there was more shouting. \"I'm hit!\"\n\n\"Man down! Get them out of here!\"\n\n\"Gas out!\" This time, two grenades clattered into the room. Harry cursed, pulling his suit jacket up over his mouth. He looked at the window across from him, then pointed his gun. Three shots shattered the glass, the smoke billowing out as the wind swept by. He kicked both canisters out the window, not bothering to watch them tumble to the street below.\n\nWhen he popped up to fire off another shot, some of the cops fired back. He grunted as pain exploded in his left shoulder, one of them scoring a hit on him. He still managed to fire a few more shots of his own, to keep everyone panicked, then slid down and away from the door as more shots came back at him. He slid across the ground to his briefcase, pulling out a new magazine and reloading his pistol. He took several deep breaths and looked at his shoulder. Blood was oozing out of the wound, soaking his coat. \"Couldn't even hit me center mass? AFPD needs more training.\" He grunted as he slid along the floor back to the desk he was using as cover. The upper edge was chipped and splintered from hits and ricochets. He figured the surface facing the door was probably covered in impact marks. The thing was thick and enough that he wasn't worried about standard issue pistol rounds getting through. Not yet, at least.\n\nAs he popped up to fire off a few more shots, he was almost immediately knocked back down as a pair of shots struck him right in his chest. He coughed hard, and it sounded ragged in his ears. He tasted blood in his mouth. \"That's... better...\" His breaths came in short, rough gasps. \"Must be... SWAT...\" He grunted as something hard impacted the desk behind him. He held his hand up and fired off two shots blindly, scaring off whoever was on the other side. \"NOT D-DEAD YET!\" He managed to shout, though he had to force the words out. Through it all, he felt his slit soaked. The pain and the excitement were a real turn on. Plus he was still horny from being denied one last orgasm before.\n\nSomething on the carpet grabbed his attention. A small red dot of light. \"Shit!\" He lurched to one side just as the dot moved up over him. Pain exploded on his right leg, the sniper's round fired too early, hitting his leg instead of his chest or head. It still resulted in a new burst of crimson splashing out onto the carpet as he dragged himself to what he hoped was out of direct sight. He clutched the gushing wound in his thigh as he leaned back against the wall. \"Got... a sniper in p-position already? Guess... I made my impression...\" He let out a wet laugh, which made his chest throb with pain. In the hall, the shouting started again. They were closing in. Not that he expected to win this fight.\n\nA hand slid between his legs, feeling just how soaked he was. \"Damn... should have brought my vibrator...\" He closed his eyes and took several ragged breaths. The image of two people came to his mind. The first was a young mouse. His daughter, Carla. Only 20 and she'd be without both parents soon. The other was an older mouse in his 30's. His husband, Mark, who Harry had killed almost fifteen years ago. It was Mark's choice. Their last night had been a passionate one, ending in Harry strangling his lover while Mark came loads into him. \"May Our Lady Zanduchi reunite us soon, my love.\"\n\nHe lurched himself forward, moving toward the door again, just as someone was trying to shove the desk out of the way. He fired a shot over the top, making whoever it was flatten themselves down onto the floor. He pointed to shoot again. One of the unbroken windows shattered behind him. He never heard it. Instead, his head struck the underside of the desk as the sniper round caught him in the back of the head, exiting out his left eye socket. Blood splattered onto the wood, his remaining eye rolling back as he slumped to the floor. His body crumpled, his pistol clattering onto the floor. His slit suddenly gushed a burst of juices as the orgasm he'd been at the edge of finally struck him. His legs twitched a few times, a shiver running through his body, but it grew still after only a few seconds as he died.\n\nThe police finally got the desk out of the way and entered the office only a few moments after that. They swarmed the small room, surrounding the mouse and looking around for anything he may have set up, like explosives. They confirmed the suspect was dead, as well as the wolf. No one covered either of their bodies, leaving them exposed until CSI could come and document everything. They would also use the security footage from the cameras hidden in the office. Though they were not the only ones to use the video. Only a few hours after the incident, just as the bodies were being taken away, the reconstructed video dropped on the D-Gen Cafe forums.\n\n[center][u]The Forums[/u][/center]\n\n[u]Phantom_Strype[/u] [u][b](Moderator)[/b][/u][u]:[/u] This is a special bounty video. See above for details. Issued by our very own Rathkin. The typical rules about evidence and target were waved for this one. Don't ask for more details, I don't have any.\n\n[u]AFEvidenton:[/u] I'll be attaching some more crime scene photos as they come in. And any autopsy pictures if I can.\n\n[u]DaddyH3art:[/u] Thanks Harisunset. That's what she gets for messing with Rathkin and D-Gen. Shame her body didn't get used more. Those tits look juicy.\n\n[u]BackdoorBuster:[/u] Looks like he had fun at the end at least. Cumming to their death like a good slut. Shame they didn't get to die riding a nice hard cock.\n\n[u]Adonaphroditus:[/u] Wish that was me. \n\n[u]x_FeralMoth_x:[/u] I don't. I'd rather get strangled than shot up like that.\n\n[u]SunRis3n:[/u] Oh. That's what he meant.\n\n[u]Adonaphroditus:[/u] [i]@ x_FeralMoth_x[/i] The thought of someone blowing my brains out turns this little dirty slut on so much. Maybe someone will shoot me next? My little cock's so hard thinking about it.\n\n[u]BespokeGoat:[/u] I think they have a daughter. Wonder if she's on the forums?\n\n[u]HighKickKiller:[/u] I would have beaten the shit out of that dumb wolf more first. Bitch needed to be put in her place!\n\n[u]SellingSalts:[/u] kinda hope they do. if shes cute id love to hunt her down. let her ride my big hard cock as I slice her throat. \n\n[u]R1l3dc0r3:[/u] *fap* *fap* *fap* *fap* \n\n[u]SellingSalts:[/u] have a daughter i mean. bet she cum real hard too\n\n[u]SunRis3n:[/u] [i]@ BespokeGoat[/i] Yes he does, and yes I am. [i]@ SellingSalts:[/i] Go ahead and try. I'm a better shot than Dad, and I have his collection of guns. I'm also good in a fight.\n\n[u]AFPD1A12:[/u] So this is what all the commotion was about. Wasn't my precinct that handled this, but we heard there was some big shootout that was happening downtown. Thought it was another vigilante. I need to get a transfer. None of these things happen in my district.\n\n[u]SellingSalts:[/u] [i]@ SunRis3n[/i] Oh I thought they meant the manager slut.\n\n[u]WeddingDells:[/u] [i]@ SellingSalts[/i] Sure you did. I'll finger myself to your failed attempt later.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Bounty Board: Special Contract
High and Mighty
By XP Author


Basic Rules:
- Fill the info below with as much detail as possible. Providing pictures of the target is very helpful.
- No public figures (politicians, international CEOs, movie stars, etc). It brings too much attention. Hire a real hit man for that.
- Previous age restrictions have been lifted, but be aware that this will limit the willing hunters.
- Do not post a bounty on another member of D-Gen Cafe without their permission.
- D-Gen Cafe members may post a bounty on themselves. Payment must be paid in advance to D-Gen, and will be given to the hunter when proof is delivered.
- Hunters must provide proof in the form of video or photographic evidence of the successful bounty before they are given payment. Police reports are not acceptable proof.
- Failure to pay a completed bounty will result in a bounty being posted by the D-Gen staff on you! (we also have a very good 'asset recovery' team, if you catch our drift)
- Multiple hunters may try and go after the same bounty, but try not to. Though if you kill each other in the attempt, feel free and add that to the proof.

Note: These rules have been suspended for this bounty.

The Bounty


Poster: Rathkin
Target Name: Patricia Walshe
Species: Wolf
Gender: Female
Age: 37
Brief Description: Silver fur, black hair cut into a shoulder-length bob, brown eyes. Usually wears a fitted blue business suit with a pencil skirt, black stockings, and high heels. No piercings, but has a fondness for flashy jewelry, especially necklaces. 170 cm (5'7"), 67kg (148 lbs), slender with 36DD breasts (augmented). Unmarried, no children, no significant partner. Possibly asexual and/or aromantic. Egotistical, greedy, corrupt. Has used her position for personal gain. Not well liked by those working under her.
Possible Location: HJ Block Financial Advisors, Alta Ferro home branch. Most easily found at the branch manager's office during typical working hours.
Preferred Method of Execution: Hunter's choice.
Special Requests: Records have been falsified and planted to give the impression the hunter's assumed identity has been slighted by the company. Hunter instructed to keep this narrative in the second stage of the hunt.
Reward: Special compensation, donated to the recipient of the hunter's choice. (choice kept private at hunter's request)
Other Info: Hunter has been given the identity of a former employee of the company, who worked directly under the target. The identity they are assuming recently committed suicide following a wrongful termination. Hunter will act as if this is an act of revenge for being fired. The real reason for this bounty is the target has been trying to blackmail an associate of D-Gen, the Hart House, under allegations of fraud. An investigation could lead to exposing the Hart House's secondary function, and possibly expose D-Gen. This cannot be allowed. Usual rules against high-level targets and proof of kill have been waved for this special bounty.

Further instructions were provided to the hunter directly.

Hunt Completed By: Harisunset
Proof of Completion: Stolen security camera footage, police reports, news footage, personal phone recording.
Footage and phone audio recording have been spliced to recreate the incident as best as possible. Thank SirMichaelKillgrave for his efforts in crafting this recreation for your enjoyment.

The Hunt


Dear Harrison,

I recently heard about your diagnosis of ALS. I am saddened to learn this. I would provide you with all the top medical care my considerable wealth can afford, but it would do little but extend your life by a few years. I know you are not one that would wish to spend your last days trapped in your own body as it withers away. I also know you would reject the Komori's alternative method for a new body. Evading death in such a manner is not our way. You, like any of Her devout, would prefer to hasten your path to Our Lady.

As such, an opportunity has arisen that will allow you to not only continue your service to our community, but allow you to go out with a real bang, as it were. A method I know you would prefer. A final, glorious mission to cap off the last 24 years of your service. The branch manager of the Alta Ferro home branch offices of HJ Block Financial Advisors has found some questionable donations to the Hart House for Wayward Children, an orphanage run by one of our loyal members. She is threatening to reveal this information unless George Hart pays a substantial amount of money to her. This could still lead to an investigation, which would not be good for George, and could potentially expose D-Gen, which would not be good for anyone.

Further details are attached to this message, including information about the identity you are to assume, one David Ashendal. Luckily, David is also a mouse, same as yourself, has near identical fur, and is similar age. Eye colour is the only major difference that most will see, but we've altered records. Just wear some shades. Other records have also been altered to match your physiology. I should say, he was all of those things, as he committed suicide two days ago after he was fired by the target for petty reasons. He had no living family, and made very few friends, so you will not need to worry about them being around to cause an issue. Their body has already been cleaned by the local Fixer. Just try to avoid people that knew him. You're good at infiltration, so you shouldn't have any issues.

I know this is a strange target to put a bounty on. Normally I would request you as a private assassin, as usual, to handle it quietly. However, this is also to send a message to the company and others, to not dig into such topics. And I thought you would enjoy a more public hunt for your final mission. I will leave the method of execution up to you, so enjoy yourself. Part two of the mission will be your last stand, done by SBC. I know you've always wanted to go loud at least once. Now is your chance. Your usual fee will be sent to your daughter, along with a substantial bonus. I'll be sure she is well taken care of, you have my word.

I wish you the best of luck. Happy Hunting.

Your friend,
Vance Rannek
May we meet again in Our Lady's loving care.

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Patricia continued scrolling through the latest documents to come into her inbox. She was only barely reading them, mostly looking for the most important information contained within. The newest projections for investment suggestions, reports about current financial situations, stock reports, all the usual things. Other people handled the details, she just had to make the final say about certain changes that could effect the branch's bottom line. And all the people that relied upon them for financial advice, but they were hardly her concern. She was more worried about what would effect the board, and her own pockets.

She tensed up as her work phone rang. "Oh what now?" The display said it was from her secretary, Susan. She picked it up and hit the button for the right connection. "Yes?" She didn't bother to hide the annoyance in her voice.

The woman on the other end kept her own tone more professional. "A Mr. David Ashendal is here to see you. Says he needs to discuss a matter with you. Claims it's important."

She frowned. "Ashendal?" The wolf thought for a moment. "Mouse? White fur? Kind of fruity looking?"

There was a soft giggle. "Yes, ma'am. Should I sent him in, or away?"

Patricia sighed. She had personally fired the man two weeks ago after he fucked up a deal. He was probably here to argue for his job back. Worst case, he was going to try and file some lawsuit for wrongful termination or something. The lawyers would bury it under litigation and make it go away if that was the case. In either event, it would be a distraction from the e-mails. "Fine. Send him in."

"Yes, ma'am." Susan hung up, and Pat let out another sigh as she put the phone back down. She cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter, making sure her suit and hair were straight and tidy, then stared at the door across the room. The office was spacious, paintings of landscapes hanging on the hardwood walls. A blue-gray carpet covered the floor. Behind her was a large window that looked out on the street eight floors below. Not that the view was particularly gorgeous, with the numerous tall buildings of downtown Alta Ferro. The HJ Block Offices were not even close to the top floor of the building they were in, which rose almost another eighty floors above her office. Just one of many businesses within the tower.

The door opened, and a thin, effeminate man stepped in. The mouse was wearing a basic grey business suit that did not fit him well, and a pair of sunglasses. His brown hair was combed back neatly between his large ears, recently cut short by the look of it. He nervously clutched his briefcase's handle with both hands, as if he was afraid it might fly away from him. "H-Hello, Ms. Walshe." He stepped in, jumping when the door closed behind him. Even his voice sounded higher pitched and more like a woman's.

She kept her expression even, motioning to one of the two chairs on the other side of her ornate, mahogany desk. "Have a seat, Mr. Alendal." She got his name wrong intentionally.

He nodded, stepping nervously over to the chair and sitting. "Thank you. A-and, it's A-Ashendal... ma'am."

"Right. So, what is this all about?" As soon as he opened his mouth, she held a hand up. "Wait, no. Let me guess. You looked for another job within finance and realized that you'd only be making a fraction of what you made here. And so now you are here because you wish to argue for your old job back, correct?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "W-well..."

She talked over him. "I'll spare us both the time and tell you it's not going to happen. You messed up numerous times." She tapped on her keyboard, pulling up her notes. She kept records for recent terminations in for this reason. "Let me see. You misfiled the reports for the Slandin account. You failed to file reports on time regularly."

"B-but I-"

She continued. "You were late to your shift sixteen times in the last year, and requested PTO another seven." She leaned to the side. "And we got numerous complaints about you making potential clients uncomfortable with your... mannerisms."

He flinched slightly. "M-my... mannerisms?"

She nodded. "Yes. You lack the confidence you are supposed to project. Even now, you look like you're about to pass out from nerves. And to be frank, a lot of people aren't comfortable with a gay man giving them financial advice. At least one so obvious as you are."

He blinked. "R-really?"

She shrugged. "I can't say that's officially why you were fired, of course. There's laws that prevent that sort of thing these days. But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a factor. But these other issues are more than enough to warrant your termination." She crossed her arms under her chest. "So unless you have something else to discuss, and I frankly doubt that, then you can leave the same way you came in."

The man stood back up quickly. "Okay..."

As he got to the door, Patricia called out. "Best of luck on the job hunt, Mr. Alendal."

The man let out a soft chuckle. Instead of reaching for the doorknob, he turned the bolt to lock it. "You really are a bitch, aren't you?"

She frowned at him. "Insults won't help you, David. Now please leave."

He turned back around, a smile on his lips. "No, I don't think I will." Everything about him shifted, from how he stood, to the tone in his voice, even how he held the briefcase. It was like he was a completely different person.

Patricia scowled, reaching for her phone. "Leave now, or I'll call security and have you escorted from the building. Directly to a police car if need be."

"That would be a very bad idea." He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at the woman. "Touch the phone, and I'll make a real mess of your pristine suit." She moved her hand away from the phone slowly. "And don't hit the panic button under your desk either. I can still blow your brains out before anyone gets through that door."

She sighed, raising her other hand out from under the desk, holding them both up. "What is it you expect to accomplish with this, David? You think holding me at gunpoint will get your old job back?"

He chuckled as he stepped closer. "I don't give a shit about the old job." He slid his glasses off, showing his bright, forest green eyes. David's were blue. "I'm not David Ashendal."

She suddenly seemed a little more apprehensive as he walked around the desk. "Then... who are you? What do you want?"

He smiled. "My name is Harrison Schemer. You can call me Harry. And what I want is you."

"Me?" She looked confused, then her eyes went a little wide with realization. "Who hired you?"

He chuckled. "Made a lot of enemies, Miss Walshe?"

A little fear slipped into her voice. "I can pay you. Enough for you to live comfortably somewhere. I'll even delete the security footage and any record of you being here."

"Living comfortably is not my goal, Patty. And even if this was about money... well, unless you can match what Mr. Rannek can offer, then I'm afraid you're shit out of luck."

"Rannek? VANCE Rannek!?" Most people would never recognize the name, as he rarely worked directly with anyone. But her position gave her a slight peak behind the curtain. She knew the man who was likely one of, if not the richest man in the world. "What the hell does a business mogul want with me? I'm just a paper pusher! I'm not even on the board!"

"It's not about your position, Patty. It's about your extracurricular hobbies." Harry frowned. "Blackmailing an orphanage? Really?" He shook his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "That's low, even for someone like you."

"The Hart House? He's the one laundering money through it!?" Now she was afraid, her eyes fixed on the gun, though her gaze flicked to her desk momentarily. "L-look, this is all a big misunderstanding! I thought that rabbit who runs the joint was just embezzling money! I didn't know Mr. Rannek was involved! I'll... I'll stop the blackmail threats! I'll even make all the evidence disappear! A-and I can give them a special account! Make them even more money!"

He smirked. "To quote a movie: It's not about the money. It's about sending a message. No one fucks with Mr. Rannek's friends." He aimed the gun at her head. "Rest in peace, Ms. Walshe."

She suddenly grit her teeth. "LIKE HELLS![/b]" She suddenly lunged out of her chair at him, sloppily trying to tackle him. He managed to back away, but her shoulder still impacted him in the hip, making him stumble back a step. She scrambled for her desk, slapping the panic button under it to send a silent alarm to building security. It would still take some time for them to arrive, so she turned her attention back to the mouse, baring fangs and claws.

Before she could do anything, a hand gripped her hair and yanked her head to the side, only for it to get slammed against the edge of her desk a moment later, making her vision explode into white as she bounced off, crumpling to the ground. "Not smart, Patty!" He kicked her in the side, making her grunt. She tasted blood in her mouth, her lip bleeding. "I was going to make your death nice and quick. Mostly painless." He crouched, pressing a knee on the small of her back to pin her down with startling strength. "Now, you'll suffer a bit."

"Get off of me! HELP!" She called out. "SOMEO-" Her please were cut off as something hard and metal struck the side of her face, nearly knocking several teeth out and dazing her again.

Harry let out a huff. "Enough of that." He ran a hand over his hair.

She coughed, spitting up blood. Then she laughed. "Only a matter of time before security gets here, asshole." She rolled onto her back, wincing and clutching her side where he'd kicked. "If you give up now, they might be gentle with your faggot ass!"

He frowned. "I'm already not planning on walking out of this room." He stood up. "And faggot? Really? Such low insults for the high and mighty?" He clicked his tongue disapprovingly again. "Not even accurate. I'll prove it." He started to unbuckle his pants.

The wolf's eyes went wide, slowly crawling away from him. "Oh no! You touch me with your tiny pecker, and I'll fucking bite it off!"

"I'm sure you would." He let his pants fall, revealing the pair of underwear under them, and the notable lack of bulge. "If I had one to bite off." He shoved the underwear down, revealing his pussy. He kicked the pants out of the way. "See? Nothing but a cunt. Though not as big as you."

She grunted. "So what? Trans is just the new flavor of faggot. You'll be even more popular in prison. The community bicycle! Everyone will get to ride you!"

He sighed. "You don't know when to shut up, do you?" He shook his head, stepping over. "Fine." He grabbed her hair and yanked her up, first to her knees, but managed to get her to her feet, only to slam her face against the window. "You probably love looking down on people, don't you? Looking down at all the little people from your little office?"

"Let me go!" She tried to struggle, but he smacked her face against the glass, leaving a bloody smear.

"Your pristine hair, tailored suit... I bet you even manicure your claws, don't you?" He smacked her head against the glass again. "You think you're untouchable. News flash, bitch. Everyone is touchable!"

The door rattled as someone tried to open it, then there was a bang, a man shouting. "Ms Walshe!?"

"HELP! SH-" She shouted, only to get her head smacked against the glass again.

The man on the other side called out again. "Whoever is in there, open the door and surrender!"

Paricia laughed. "Only a matter of time before they get inside."

He shrugged. "Enough time to kill you then." He threw her down onto the ground.

Patricia started to crawl away, shouting. "SHE'S GOT A GUN!" She grunted as a foot struck her gut.

He knelt down, grabbing her by the ears. "I was going to just snap your neck, but for calling me 'she,' I'm going to make this a lot worse." He didn't give her the chance to respond, instead slamming her face against the side of her desk. She grunted, her body twitching. He slammed her face against the edge again, and again. Blood started to pour out of her mouth and broken nose. He let his anger take over for a moment as he repeatedly slammed her against the hard wood. The last blow had her temple smack against the corner, making her whole body jerk and start to to tremble.

He dropped her onto the ground, watching her shake for a second. She wasn't dead yet, but she wouldn't be making any more fuss for now. Her face was a mass of blood-matted fur, streaming from her mouth, nose, and several cuts, one eye was rapidly swelling, the other drooling more blood from being struck against the desk. Neither were open. He looked up as he heard heavy banging on the door, someone trying to break it down from the other side. "Right. Let's make this look good, at least." He stepped over Patricia's shivering body and put his hands on the desk. With a loud grunt of effort, he shoved. The desk didn't move as much as start to tilt. Soon, it slammed over onto its side with a loud THUD, sending everything that was on top of it strewn about the floor. He then shoved the thing again, pushing it across the room, until it was up against the door.

He let out a breath. "Fuck, that thing's heavy." He quickly moved over to where he had left his briefcase, tossing it against a different wall. Then he looked at the wolf's body. She was still shivering, likely suffering from some massive brain damage. A dark spot was growing at the crotch of her pants as she pissed herself. "Heh. Not so pristine now, huh, bitch?" He still moved over and grabbed her arm, dragging her to the same spot he'd tossed his briefcase. Facing toward her feet, he straddled her head, and sat down, pressing his slit against her mouth. "Here. Last meal before they start really trying to bust in here." Reaching out, he gripped her shirt, ripping it open. He snapped the bra under it, letting her big tits flop free and jiggle about with her trembling. "There, that's better."

He pressed down, grinding himself against her mouth. The way she was twitching was still nice, but it was not really enough to get him off, so he also reached down to start rubbing himself. "Mmm... if you could only see yourself now. Cunt in your face, tits hanging out, shaking like a slut being fucked." He smiled. "What a faggot, right?" He let out a soft moan as he started to work his clit and slipped a pair of fingers into himself. It was a rare treat for him to be able to enjoy himself with the target's body. Normally, he had to slip out of wherever he was quickly after taking them down.

Outside, the sounds of sirens blared as police showed up on the scene. Soon, there were louder bangs on the door as something was being used to try and break it. He sighed. "Never enough time." Slipping his fingers out of his pussy, he moved off of her face. "Sorry I couldn't give you a few squirts." He held onto her head, then suddenly twisted it hard. Her neck made a loud cracking sound, her body jerking hard. He twisted the other way, getting more snaps as he fully shattered her spine. Her body jerked again, trembling a little, but finally growing still as he ended what little of her life was left. He still reached out to grope one of her big tits. "Mmm. Definitely fake."

There was another crack, this time from the door, the wood starting to give under whatever they were using as a battering ram. Harry took a deep breath, picking up his gun. He didn't even remember when he'd dropped it. He didn't bother to get his pants back on. "Almost show time. Let's give 'em something to talk about."

After another few thuds, the door finally cracked and broke, large chunks falling away. A dog in a police uniform leaned in, though still couldn't enter with the desk in the way. He shouted. "Hands where I can see them!"

Before a gun could be brought to aim, Harry pointed his own, firing off two shots that intentionally missed the man leaning inside. "You'll never take me!"

The cops in the hallways all dove for cover, including the one that had been leaning in. Someone out there shouted. "SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED! GET DOWN!"

Someone else shouted. "RETURN FIRE!" A moment later, the hall was filled with the sound of pistol fire, and the room was peppered with a smattering of unaimed shots.

None of them were close to where Harry was taking cover. He scoffed, muttering to himself. "Panicky amateurs." A moment later, a small cylinder clattered onto the floor. It began hissing and releasing smoke almost immediately. He had been expecting it, and dove forward, snatching the gas grenade and chucking it over his shoulder, right back into the hall. "You dropped this!" He was met with no small amount of surprised cursing. He popped up over the desk and fired off a quartet of shots into the gas and crowd in the hall.

Two people grunted, and there was more shouting. "I'm hit!"

"Man down! Get them out of here!"

"Gas out!" This time, two grenades clattered into the room. Harry cursed, pulling his suit jacket up over his mouth. He looked at the window across from him, then pointed his gun. Three shots shattered the glass, the smoke billowing out as the wind swept by. He kicked both canisters out the window, not bothering to watch them tumble to the street below.

When he popped up to fire off another shot, some of the cops fired back. He grunted as pain exploded in his left shoulder, one of them scoring a hit on him. He still managed to fire a few more shots of his own, to keep everyone panicked, then slid down and away from the door as more shots came back at him. He slid across the ground to his briefcase, pulling out a new magazine and reloading his pistol. He took several deep breaths and looked at his shoulder. Blood was oozing out of the wound, soaking his coat. "Couldn't even hit me center mass? AFPD needs more training." He grunted as he slid along the floor back to the desk he was using as cover. The upper edge was chipped and splintered from hits and ricochets. He figured the surface facing the door was probably covered in impact marks. The thing was thick and enough that he wasn't worried about standard issue pistol rounds getting through. Not yet, at least.

As he popped up to fire off a few more shots, he was almost immediately knocked back down as a pair of shots struck him right in his chest. He coughed hard, and it sounded ragged in his ears. He tasted blood in his mouth. "That's... better..." His breaths came in short, rough gasps. "Must be... SWAT..." He grunted as something hard impacted the desk behind him. He held his hand up and fired off two shots blindly, scaring off whoever was on the other side. "NOT D-DEAD YET!" He managed to shout, though he had to force the words out. Through it all, he felt his slit soaked. The pain and the excitement were a real turn on. Plus he was still horny from being denied one last orgasm before.

Something on the carpet grabbed his attention. A small red dot of light. "Shit!" He lurched to one side just as the dot moved up over him. Pain exploded on his right leg, the sniper's round fired too early, hitting his leg instead of his chest or head. It still resulted in a new burst of crimson splashing out onto the carpet as he dragged himself to what he hoped was out of direct sight. He clutched the gushing wound in his thigh as he leaned back against the wall. "Got... a sniper in p-position already? Guess... I made my impression..." He let out a wet laugh, which made his chest throb with pain. In the hall, the shouting started again. They were closing in. Not that he expected to win this fight.

A hand slid between his legs, feeling just how soaked he was. "Damn... should have brought my vibrator..." He closed his eyes and took several ragged breaths. The image of two people came to his mind. The first was a young mouse. His daughter, Carla. Only 20 and she'd be without both parents soon. The other was an older mouse in his 30's. His husband, Mark, who Harry had killed almost fifteen years ago. It was Mark's choice. Their last night had been a passionate one, ending in Harry strangling his lover while Mark came loads into him. "May Our Lady Zanduchi reunite us soon, my love."

He lurched himself forward, moving toward the door again, just as someone was trying to shove the desk out of the way. He fired a shot over the top, making whoever it was flatten themselves down onto the floor. He pointed to shoot again. One of the unbroken windows shattered behind him. He never heard it. Instead, his head struck the underside of the desk as the sniper round caught him in the back of the head, exiting out his left eye socket. Blood splattered onto the wood, his remaining eye rolling back as he slumped to the floor. His body crumpled, his pistol clattering onto the floor. His slit suddenly gushed a burst of juices as the orgasm he'd been at the edge of finally struck him. His legs twitched a few times, a shiver running through his body, but it grew still after only a few seconds as he died.

The police finally got the desk out of the way and entered the office only a few moments after that. They swarmed the small room, surrounding the mouse and looking around for anything he may have set up, like explosives. They confirmed the suspect was dead, as well as the wolf. No one covered either of their bodies, leaving them exposed until CSI could come and document everything. They would also use the security footage from the cameras hidden in the office. Though they were not the only ones to use the video. Only a few hours after the incident, just as the bodies were being taken away, the reconstructed video dropped on the D-Gen Cafe forums.

The Forums


Phantom_Strype (Moderator): This is a special bounty video. See above for details. Issued by our very own Rathkin. The typical rules about evidence and target were waved for this one. Don't ask for more details, I don't have any.

AFEvidenton: I'll be attaching some more crime scene photos as they come in. And any autopsy pictures if I can.

DaddyH3art: Thanks Harisunset. That's what she gets for messing with Rathkin and D-Gen. Shame her body didn't get used more. Those tits look juicy.

BackdoorBuster: Looks like he had fun at the end at least. Cumming to their death like a good slut. Shame they didn't get to die riding a nice hard cock.

Adonaphroditus: Wish that was me.

x_FeralMoth_x: I don't. I'd rather get strangled than shot up like that.

SunRis3n: Oh. That's what he meant.

Adonaphroditus: @ x_FeralMoth_x The thought of someone blowing my brains out turns this little dirty slut on so much. Maybe someone will shoot me next? My little cock's so hard thinking about it.

BespokeGoat: I think they have a daughter. Wonder if she's on the forums?

HighKickKiller: I would have beaten the shit out of that dumb wolf more first. Bitch needed to be put in her place!

SellingSalts: kinda hope they do. if shes cute id love to hunt her down. let her ride my big hard cock as I slice her throat.

R1l3dc0r3: *fap* *fap* *fap* *fap*

SellingSalts: have a daughter i mean. bet she cum real hard too

SunRis3n: @ BespokeGoat Yes he does, and yes I am. @ SellingSalts: Go ahead and try. I'm a better shot than Dad, and I have his collection of guns. I'm also good in a fight.

AFPD1A12: So this is what all the commotion was about. Wasn't my precinct that handled this, but we heard there was some big shootout that was happening downtown. Thought it was another vigilante. I need to get a transfer. None of these things happen in my district.

SellingSalts: @ SunRis3n Oh I thought they meant the manager slut.

WeddingDells: @ SellingSalts Sure you did. I'll finger myself to your failed attempt later.

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