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Room 7: Double Insertions
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High-atmospheric transportation was hardly a comfortable experience, and more than usual, Haruki wanted to pass out as they traveled over the continents many miles below. He gritted his teeth as the g-forces pushed past him, and desperately clung to the conversation between him and Cackal as the only distraction he had. 

“So, how many shows you done in the last week?” Cackal asked. 

“Six,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Really? Thought you were more of a field agent.”

“Am.”

“Heh, so, what, you pull double-duty? Didn’t take you for that big a pervert.”

“Am. Really am.”

The Cleaner pilot laughed, and he groaned as they started to shift angles. He could feel that the shuttle was starting to move towards descent, and he knew from experience that it was going to – 

POOOOMF!

They hit the angle where they were no longer riding the winds so high up and were penetrating them instead. The whole shuttle started rattling, and he would have been bounced right out of his seat then and there if it wasn’t for the fact that he was strapped down by two layers of seatbelts and one improvised layer of restraint. 

“Nnnnnnnngh!”

“Ha! LOVE that feeling!” Cackal laughed to his right. 

The kitsune hated it. Always had, always would, always wanted it over with as soon as possible. The only reason that he wasn’t screaming was because he knew the math, and knew that they still had time to pull up from the sudden fall. The angle of descent meant that they had time to pull up, to catch the wind on the wings again and – 

Oh fuck, they were going steeper. They weren’t just descending anymore. 

“Cackal.”

“Yeah?”

“Far – Nnngh! – far be it from me to – fuck, fuck! – to be a backseat driver, but – PLANE!”

He needn’t have shouted, as the other agent twisted the shuttle around before they could come anywhere near to hitting it, and he almost passed out as they spun in a circle. The aileron roll was not a pleasant one, and he was barely able to see through the reinforced glass in front of them when the spinning stopped. 

“Why are we falling so fast?!”

“Hey, high atmosphere, fast descent.”

“We’re supposed to start earlier. We’re supposed to start earlier…”

“Only if you want to get there second.” Cackal smirked. “Now, hang on. Time to kick this up a notch.”

“Oh, shi-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”

They were now pointed straight at the ground, and they were flying so fast that he honestly wasn’t sure if they were going to be able to stop without slamming right through the ground. The coastline of Alaska looked so far off, at first, but they were on approach for a crater-creating landing. The coastline faded, the cities came closer, and then the capital was right in their sights. 

As undignified as it was, Haruki couldn’t help but scream. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

They started pulling up, and the heat of travel finally caught up with them, making the outside of the shuttle burn as it came around. Anything that might have picked them up would see them as something else completely at this point, but that barely mattered to the kitsune as they pulled a hard turn. They swung out over the sea again, and then back towards the capital, slowing down bit by bit. They stopped making sonic booms over the water, losing the heatwave behind them, but he didn’t stop screaming until they stopped above their destination. 

“Ah…ha…ha…ha…”

Haruki panted hard as Cackal undid his seatbelt, the shifter getting up and popping his shoulders before cracking his knuckles. The kitsune was still too shaky to quite manage an illusion and transformation, and instead stared out the window of the shuttle at the hotel rooftop only feet away. 

“You coming?” Cackal asked. 

“In…a…minute,” he muttered. 

“I’m going to need to peel you off your seat, aren’t I?”

“Not…quite…”

He took one more deep breath, then undid the snap at his chest, then the one at his waist. The rest of the restraints came free easily enough after that, and while he shook as he got to his feet, he managed to stay up without needing some sort of supplement. At least there was that. 

Cackal stood with one hand on his hip, the other adjusting the fake dick stuffed down his pants so that it fit properly. As the other shifter waited on him, Haruki tried to force himself to calm down enough to manage a transformation, an illusion, something. 

It took effort, but he eventually managed to form a pair of sweat pants over his lower half, followed by a t-shirt on the upper. Sneakers, then sandals took the place of his footwear. He could still feel his own nudity under that, but it was all that he could manage at that point in time. A full, true transformation rather than the illusion of one was beyond him. 

“Tails,” Cackal pointed out. 

“Getting to it.”

“Touchy.”

“Recovering. Thank you.”

“It was just a flight.”

“At. Mach. 12.”

At least. Maybe higher. He shivered at the idea of flying that fast around the globe, and he did his best not to let himself do the math again. He didn’t want to think about all the other messes that could have been made if they had done anything more elaborate than they had already done. 

As his heart stopped trying to beat out of his chest, he managed to hide his tails as well, pulling them up against his back and melting them into the illusion of his shirt. Something of a transformation and illusion together, but it worked. 

That finally done, he took a deep breath and let it out again. His skin paled, becoming something approaching Caucasian, and he opened his eyes as he became a fairly standard white tourist. It wasn’t the best look for him, but it was among the easier ones that he could manage right at that point in time. 

“You look like one of them,” Cackal said. 

“Not my finest look.”

“No, but it’ll do.”

“I fit the clothes?”

“Hmm…might do with a bigger bulge.”

“Size queen.”

“Foot slut.”

“Heh, so you [i]have[/i] seen my videos.” The kitsune chuckled. “Well, it’s not the only thing I do, but the crowd appreciates it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on. Let’s see what we can find.”

He nodded, reaching into the glove compartment under the console to pull out a little earbud. Offering one to his partner and getting a shake of the head, he tapped it on the side and pushed it into his ear. 

“Testing, one two three. Haruki to tech support.”

“[i]Uh, um, Fen Chao here. Hello.[/i]”

“Fen? I thought you’d be sleeping?”

“[i]They woke me up. Are you okay?[/i]”

“Yeah, fine. We just arrived. Are you tracking?”

“[i]Um, yes. Just found that now. Tracking fine.[/i]”

“Where’s the last point our hacker touched the net?”

“[i]Seventh floor, room 732.[/i]”

Good. It sounded like Betina’s team was still turning up everything that they needed. His new partner was already pulling out a couple of warm coats for the trip out of the ship, and was in the process of tossing one to him. Haruki caught it, pulling it on. Better to have something better than illusions in a place like this. 

A glance out the window showed all the snow of winter, and he doubted that the rest of the capital city was going to be any better. Juneau was a good place, but that didn’t mean that it got that much warmer than the rest of the state. Alaska was a place of ice, and it was going to stay that way until humans killed it. 

As he jammed his arms into his coat, his partner tossed his head back, pulling the braids out of the way of his face. 

“So?”

“Room 732.”

“You talk to the staff, I’ll check the room?”

“Works for me.”

They walked to the back of the shuttle. The craft had gone invisible as soon as they hit the coastline, and still was. As the rear opened up, giving them a ramp to hop down to the rooftop below, a gust of wind blew snow inside. Haruki shivered, pulling his arms tight to his sides as Cackal chuckled. 

“What, the illusion’s no good?”

“Not against that, ugh.”

“That’s why I don’t mind not having those powers.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on. Let’s get this done.”

Haruki knew that there was no way in hell that the hacker was still around, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t going to find something interesting here. Everybody left traces of something behind, and that would tell them where they needed to go next. 

They hit the rooftop and he shivered again, the sheer cold pushing up through the illusion of sandals into his paws. He wanted to yelp, but he managed to bite his tongue enough to keep it in his throat. No need to get Cackal laughing – 

And the hyena-shifter was already gone, jogging off towards the door into the building proper. Shaking his head, he followed after, wincing every time that his toes dipped into the snow. 

“Cold, cold, cold…”

Stepping inside was a bit of a relief, but not much. The Cleaner had already left him behind, probably wanting to check and secure the room as soon as possible. Haruki shook his head, slapping his hands against his sides a few times to try and warm up. 

As he shifted the illusion around his feet to proper shoes, giving himself something nicer for pants – jeans, bleached jeans – he tapped his earpiece again. 

“We have a name for Mr. 732?” he asked. 

“[i]Not really. The hotel records say he paid cash.[/i]”

“Well, didn’t think it’d be that easy. Don’t suppose the hotel’s modern enough to have a digital record of lobby security?”

“[i]Oh, right. Checking that…[/i]"

Despite the situation and his own annoyance, he couldn’t help but smile a bit. Fen Chao had been incredibly nervous during the pick-up and during the subsequent moments at the base, but she seemed to be coming into her own. It looked like sending her to Betina had been the right idea, after all. 

#

Fen Chao kept the screen of the rooftop camera up. She already had one program running to delete the last twenty seconds of the rooftop camera feed from the computer, just to get rid of the sudden appearance and disappearance of the shuttle, as well as the sight of the two shifters jumping out of nowhere. That had been easy, a simple reaction to what was going on and making sure that it didn’t cause anyone any trouble. 

The problem was what came after. 

[i]…These systems are OLD…[/i]

The young woman stared at the screen, the readouts coming in code that was scarcely better than trying to read binary. She shook her head, feeling her fingers shaking and the tips of her claws starting to poke free again as her fear started to wash over her again, but she pulled it back in. 

[i]No, no, focus. Focus. Focus.[/i]

She had to get that information. If they were going to find the person that put the whole group at risk, she had to be focused. She had to be on-target. She had to ignore all the fears of failure and just…just…just…

Her lips turned up in a twisted whimper as she curled her hands into fists, shivering as the scales crossed the back of her knuckles and started working up her arms bit by bit. She wanted nothing more than to run to the showers and sit in the water until the change had stopped, but Betina had already made it clear that the job had to be done, and that if she transformed, then it was just too bad for her. She’d just have to sit there like a freak and then – 

“Nnnngh…”

She felt the first little cricks and cracks in the side of her face that meant that her snout was trying to grow, and she whimpered as she pushed her hands to either side of her jaw, trying to keep it from coming out. No, no, no. She didn’t want to transform, she didn’t want to be like that. 

She wanted…she just wanted to be her. 

[i]Focus. Read. Translate.[/i]

Focusing on solving the problem helped push the fear out, and she felt her fingers slowly going back to what they had been. Normal hands. Human hands. No longer ugly hands. When the claws faded, she set a binary translator to the records, having it slowly reconstruct the file names so that she could tell what she was looking at. 

As she waited for that to be done, she could just make out some of the mutters from around the rest of the room. It wasn’t made better by the fact that she was not the most dressed of them. She could hear little whispers about her body, and that made it worse. 

“Coming here in a robe? Man, she’s gotta know what she’s showing.”

“I heard that some of the Chinese girls like people to force it.”

“Yeah, well, you know their culture. All that ‘serve the man’ stuff.”

“Heh, think she gets bigger or smaller when she transforms?”

“I hope bigger. Love a fat ass getting fatter. Man, can you imagine her getting up and –”

“Do I hear stupidity?!” Betina’s voice echoed out over the room. 

“No, ma’am!”

And just like that, all the murmuring stopped. Fen Chao was all but sure that the supervisor hadn’t done that for her sake, but rather for the sake of keeping everyone on task. Whatever the reason, she was grateful for it. She shook her head, turning her attention back to her screen. 

[i]First…first request for supplies. Ear plugs.[/i]

If she didn’t hear what the other techs were saying, she wouldn’t have to deal with it. That was the way it worked…right? 

#

There was no sign of Cackal as he entered the building, but Haruki was too busy focusing on how much better the warmth felt to be too concerned about that. He took a deep breath, wiggling his toes against the carpet before he focused his attention on his own illusion. The look of a simple tourist wasn’t enough. He needed something classier, something better, something a little more…distinguished. 

[i]Not my usual look, but what the hell? Let’s give it a try.[/i]

Drawing on the many pornographic images that he studied as part of his job, he walked around a corner, past any of the security cameras, and drew on the image of an older gentleman. Someone a little bit darker, someone that would come from the borders between Pakistan and India, somewhere in that region. His skin tone changed, becoming a little deeper and smoother, and his body hair fell away. He gained a slight beard, black and obvious, but his head was bald. He could feel his package growing in his pants, and he shifted his clothes, too, giving himself a nice suit, something respectable and rich-looking. 

Yeah, that worked. He smiled as the illusion transformation covered his kitsune self, and he fondled his new dick. Nice and heavy, and with balls a little bit bigger than his own, very nice indeed. 

Smiling, he followed the corridor to the elevator and took it down to the lobby. It was not very busy down there, which wasn’t very surprising. It was midafternoon, he believed, and the rest of the guests would be coming in after a few more hours. He walked up to the reception desk, smiling all the way, and a young man of more Nordic features looked up from his computer. 

“Hello, can I help you?”

“Yes, I believe you might,” he said, his voice different than he had quite expected. Slightly more melodic, and almost fancy, he had to say. Nice. “I believe that there was a friend of mine that was let into room #732. Would he still be in the hotel?”

“Room #732, sir? I…don’t think that I’m allowed to talk about other guests. Sorry, sir. Can I help you with anything else?”

“Ah, then he is still here?”

“Wha – no, sir, I didn’t say that.”

“Ah, but why would you be saying that you cannot talk about a guest if he is not here?” Haruki asked, deliberately smirking just enough to be annoying. “Perhaps I should go and knock on his door, to see if he will receive me.”

“Sir, I can’t just let you –”

“He is a good friend of mine. I’ll just go and chat with him now. Thank you.”

“Sir! He’s no longer here, I can’t just let you –”

“Ah, then my friend has left? A pity.” 

Then it was going to be up to Fen Chao to find out if there was anything on the cameras, then. He could not weasel much more out without arousing suspicion, and he had serious doubts that he’d be able to keep from being picked up by security before too much longer. At least, if he kept being this pushy. He bowed his head to the young man, turning back to the elevator. 

As soon as he was inside, he muttered under his breath. 

“Cackal, we’re late. He’s already on the run.”

“[i]Well, considering that the guy here probably isn’t the culprit, I figured the same.[/i]”

“There’s someone in the room?”

“[i]In a manner of speaking.[/i]”

The floor dinged on floor seven, and he stepped out. Fen Chao was already chatting in his other ear, joining the conversation in a rush. 

“[i]I have a face. He looks like a member of a First Nations people. I’m comparing him against the local government databases.[/i]”

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Haruki asked. 

“[i]Never.[/i]”

“I’m never getting you out of computers, am I?”

“[i]Working.[/i]”

He left her at that, making his way down to room 732. The door was already cracked ever so slightly, the sort that you wouldn’t normally see without looking for it. That would have been Cackal propping it for him. Haruki brushed the back of his arm against the doorknob, leaving only the touch of half-real clothing as he pushed it open and stepped inside. 

Cackal was leaning against the dresser and TV that was pushed against the wall. He nodded, the dark-skinned shifter nodding towards the bed. 

“What do you think?” he asked. 

As he rounded the corner, Haruki thought that it was a good thing that he had not eaten anything overnight, and that he hadn’t put anything liquid in his stomach, either. The scene was, in a word, grisly. The bed was stained with blood, an arm thrown to the far side of the room, bones from the shoulder and ribs dragged out of a hole in the side of the torso, and the head had half of one side completely caved in, with a pulpy hole that went right through to the other side. 

Haruki gagged, swallowing hard. 

“Well…I think we know why our hacker was trying to get in.”

“Heh, indeed,” Cackal said. “We’ve got an out-of-control shifter on our hands.”

Of all the things that they could have run into, this was one of the worst. It was bad enough to have a hacker out there with some of their files on hand, but it was a hell of a lot worse to have someone that was also shifting without controlling it, or, worse, shifting with the purpose of defending themselves with deadly force. Haruki rubbed his forehead, shaking his head a few times. 

“Well…you just got useful, didn’t you?” he said. “Ever had to take down one of us before?”

“A few times. It’s a lot more challenging, I’ll tell you that.”

He would imagine. And if they were dealing with a shifter that could pull off something like this, that meant that they were dealing with someone that was quite a bit stronger than he was. Maybe stronger than Cackal, too. The hyenas were pretty strong when it came to raw muscle, but he doubted that the Cleaner would be able to go toe to toe with something like this. 

“You okay to hide the body?” he asked. 

“That’s my specialty.”

“I’ll leave you to that. Fen?” 

“[i]Yes?[/i]”

“Get me a name. Quick.”

“[i]I’ll try, but…well, it might be a few hours.[/i]”

“Fast as you can, Fen. Fast as you can.”

The one good thing was that they were ahead of whoever the other guys were sending. As long as Cackal did a good job getting rid of the body, they’d be well ahead. Everyone else would be pushing to hack the records of the hotel too, but if Fen could clear the archives after she was done, then they would have a serious lead. 

Then it would just be down to him and Cackal keeping their trail as invisible as possible. So far, the mission wasn’t quite as much of a disaster as he feared. 









[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Haruki and Cackal arrive in Juneau, and immediately start looking for any signs of the hacker. 

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