[color=orangered][h3] Vexes~[/h3][/color]

[i]~Meanwhile~[/i]

     [color=orangered][i]Handsome, hmmm?[/i][/color] face leaning against the hand, arm propped up on the bar, a finger tapped against the fluffy cheek as she watched the wolf [@FallenTrinity] begin to take his leave.  Rumors of a shipment, coming from the hushed whispers of those too cowardice to take action, floated here and there speaking of pirates with the Godmother in the midst of it all.  No strings were needed for the vixen to understand Sacha [@VKAllen], wolf, and Maxxy [@Kafka Komedy] would be in the midst of it all, nor did it come to any surprise.  Crowns chimed against the hard granite as the man payed for her another drink.  Picking up her glass, she toasted him, [color=orangered] “Hope you find what it is your looking for.  Try to come back in one piece.” [/color] offering a wink along with a cocky smile, [color=orangered] “Okay, handsome?”[/color]

     In moments the lot of them disappeared from the view, leaving the girl to find a way to entertain herself.  Glasses clinked against each other and music floated across the joint like a smoky haze.  Watching the opossum hit the TV, [i] yet again[/i] the fox rolled her eyes deciding to go back into the apartment to steal the ox’s.  The clock on the wall mocked the endeavor as there was a possibility the police hadn’t apprehended him.  Downing the whiskey she held the glass, spinning and observing it mindlessly.  [color=orangered] “So much for staying out of trouble.  Dilly dally shilly shally.”[/color]  

     Cargo pants slid from their place leaving a vacated seat as a backpack shifted against the sleeveless hoodie.  Fingerless gloves checked each of the straps methodically out of habit.  Happy with the state of affairs and mentally prepared, Vexes left the sanctity of the Hole.  Hand pushing the heavy door open, she caught whispers behind who the mystery man really was.  John Wolf.  The name instantly went into her brain’s registry to be inquired on later, as she slipped into the afternoon sun. 

     Once again on the streets Vex inhaled the commotion like a breath of fresh air, the scene revitalizing her.  Making her way to the nearest building, she took hold of a water pipe, climbing her way to the top.  Rooftops were one of the fastest ways to travel, if not the safest.  Mugger’s were often too cowardly to risk long jumps, larger predators simply too clumsy.  Combat boots found their way to the ledge of the building, a heart began to flutter, questioning its body’s resolve as a stomach plummeted.  Take four large strides backwards the figure prepared her stance taking one last breath.  

     Breaking into a sprint, legs pumped strongly as the space between Vexes and the gap closed.  Feet kicked off the ground, the graceful body elongated, as front paws stretched forward promising to break the fall.  The wind carried itself through her fur causing her to release a shout of exhilaration.  The flight only lasted for seconds before the body met the pavement of the next rooftop, rolling in order to distribute the force as a means to prevent injury.  Not losing a step, she was up and across the next top, balancing herself over gas pipes leading from one building to the next.  Counting rooftops as she neared her destination.

    [color=orangered][i]Three.[/i][/color] [i]Jumps[/i]  [color=orangered][i]Two.[/i][/color] [i]Jumps[/i]  [color=orangered][i]One!!.[/i][/color]  

     On her final landing her arms flew into the air like an Olympic gymnast who performed without error.  Allowing them to fall casually behind her head, she whistled while walking towards the access door on the roof.  Kneeling down, she opened her bag, grabbing a set of lockpicks.  Sticking them into the keyhole, she closed her eyes feeling for the right placement.  Finding it, her eyes shot open and her ears perked up; releasing the lock she swung the door open and started on the long flight down the dark stairwell.

     In due course, Vix found herself standing cumbersomely while rubbing the back of her head.  She could hear the ox inside rummaging through his belongings, probably preparing to flee town.  Looking down, she mumbled, [color=orangered] “This is awkward.”[/color].  Both hands slid down into her pockets as the Bared Fangs found themselves placement between her fingers, using the back of her hand, a knock rang out three times.  A perky voice lifted itself over the throaty retort of “Who is it now?!” [color=orangered]”Sir, do you know what the fox says?!” [/color] Loud fumbling footsteps neared at the door swung open, “What the he..”  Needles flew through the air, paralyzing her victim before he could finish his response.  Bouncing over to the pile she leaned down [color=orangered] “It says Surprise!”[/color] Laughing, her inner bubbly personality found its way onto her expression.  

     Straightening back up she turned her head scanning the room.  When she was hear earlier she couldn't fathom the pigsty could be any worse.  She was wrong.  Where there's a will there's a way.  At least the emerald eyes managed to pick out the only piece of furniture appearing to be in tact. 

     Stepping over the heap, Vex made a v line for the television.  Unhooking all of the unnecessary cords, she slid the flat screen under her arm before going back towards the exit, only stopping when the Ox was at her feat once more.  Reaching down, she pulled out each of the needles, some taking more effort than the others.  [color=orangered] “You won’t be able to move for at least the next few hours.  No need to worry though, I’m sure the cops will get here before then.  Glad I was able to get this at a good time."[/color] shrugging the arm holding the device her head gestured to it, [color=orangered]"You don’t need it anymore, right?”[/color]  Tilting her head at the question she waited for more muted grumbling, taking it as a blessing.

     [color=orangered]"Toodle-loo then.”[/color]  She waved a hand over her shoulder as she left him there.  Closing the door behind herself she walked calmly back to the Hole.  Her new mission: instillation. [color=orangered][i]Sacha better not complain or he'll have two broken tellies….and a headache![/i][/color]