Blurry eyes stared upwards at the dome that was the confinement of New Earlton. It was hard to believe that a few hundred years ago there hadn't been a dome, but rather cities were open like the land that surrounded them letting people freely come and go as they needed. Those blurry eyes tilted down to stare at the ones who had beaten him, three tall reptillian shapes holding bats, and one with a small thirty eight special.

"You crossed the line Harland. Fucked everything up. Just had to stick your nose into shit that you were't supposed to. Haven't you learned by now being a cop doesn't mean shit here." The Reptile with the gun walked forward, the blurry eyes of Harland were able to focus, and see that he was in fact a bipedal Komodo dragon. "This is my turf. My people. You don't come here, and start pushing your weight around just because you got a badge Harland. Now you're never gonna get the chance to again." The barrel of the gun raised up and pointed right at the Harland his eyes blinking slowly. "Any last words Cop?"

Harland looked up, inhaling for a moment before spitting a wad of blood on the ground in front of the Komodo Dragon's feet. "Fuck you Vokul... I am trying to make this city a be...-" but Harland didn't get to finish his sentence as suddenly a bullet found his forehead making his head whip back his brains spraying across the garbage behind him. Vokul walked over and pushed Harland's body with his foot, and turns to the two horny toads that were attending him with baseball bats.

"Well.. Let's leave him for the maggots." He chuckles a bit and walks out of the alley, flies already buzzing around the anthropomorphic cop's body. This was New Earlton, the prime example for a city during this time. Corruption, and crime reigned supreme, and everyone else just had to sit back and take it. Gunshots popped off in the distance as if to emphasize this followed by angry yelling, and screaming. Vokul slid into the back seat of black limousine, and whispered something in one of his guard's ears. As the doors closed, and the car drove away several humanoid mice came out of hidden places and started to strip Harland's body of everything it had. New Earlton, city of survivors.

[h2]A week later...[/h2]

"For fuck sake Sacha, get the television fixed!" An elderly canine barked at the lynx standing behind the bar eerily staring at the dog's unpleasant complexion. "Its been a fuckin' week since that little piece of shit broke!" The commotion drew attention to the quieter patrons in the bar, the lynx continues to collect his composure.

"The television will be fixed, Gaspar. Sit down and have a go at some of those rusty old slot machines. It'll be done." The notice board beside the bar was devoid of any contracts-- a group of scavengers has been dispatched to collect parts for the ol' telly. "The scavs haven't come back yet, and our mechanic is among them-- guiding the others. Give it some time." He hands the old dog some tokens. "Go on, to the slot machines. These are on the house. Just return the amount if you win more."