Ch. 6

Later that night, as stories and headlines circulated throughout the city, a rugged-looking, chocolate-colored coyote snuck into a building. He entered a dark room, with only one spotlight shining in the middle. Two chairs stood in the middle of the spotlight’s eye. He anxiously took his seat.

A cowled silhouette appeared. He stood in front of the seated coyote. He leered at him with his blue and green eyes, the only things distinct from the black. A sudden baritone voice vibrated throughout the room: “I’m disappointed in you, old friend. More than you are at your failure of a transport team. Should I take this as a start of slacking?”

The brown coyote quickly cried out, “Sir! W-w-we were r-r-r-running on schedule, bu-but-.” The black wolf’s glare silenced the paling coyote. The silhouette shook its head. “Excuses, excuses, excuses,” the figure scolded. “I provided you that car station for the sole purpose of that team’s use. They had important parts I ordered from you, but you FAILED in your delivery.”

The indignant coyote responded, “Sir! It wasn’t our fault! A wolf officer came in and crashed the party. They were about to load things in on time when the police came in. He also got backup on our tail faster than any other cop he knew.”

The black wolf, cape turned against the coyote, stood on the edge of the light. “Tell me more about this officer, Michael.” Stunned for a bit, he went on to say, “Uh-of course, sir. I’ve never seen him before. Daniel, the Overseer, said that he came looking for a worker, Connor Stole. He told about how the officer convinced the cub to go with him, even got him to shoot at his own friend. The officer himself shot the gun out of his paw and nearly killed four other workers before anyone thought to shoot. Never even heard of anyone who could draw like that since the West!”

“Name.”

“Daniel doesn’t remember. None of his boys remember his name, but definitely the persuasiveness and shot of that guy.”

The black wolf subtly smiled. After some time, he turned to Michael. “Do you know where he lives? The route he takes to the ZPD?,” he inquired. Michael simply said, “No, sir.” The black wolf chuckled, startling him. “I think I know what we should do about this, old friend. Contact the other leaders and give them this message:

I’ve got an ace in the hole.