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The fox smirked and trotted along muttering lowly but angrily, "They can kick my butt all they want, but in the end all those noble pricks lose. I have this name and I'll use it so people like the Ko'sa can walk the streets without worrying about being robbed or beat up."


"He's not coming then." A large wolf said quietly, fingers pressed together in a thinking position. He, John, and a myriad of other sat in a rundown apartment, collected around a large table covered in papers ranging from maps to transcripts. John seemed to be youngest there, though not the smallest as even the adult rodents lack the size of a young adult kydane lepoid. "He was more interested in mocking me and doubting Rico." The young rabbit snorted.

"His doubts aren't without merit, Kinnear. The kid IS an Underwood and was raised as a noble." One of the rodoid men said flatly. The rabbit stood up taking an aggressive stance, "You... you're being as bad as THEM."

"Jonathan. Sit down." The wolf's voice raised from the soft spoken tone it had been to a command. The rabbit's stance dropped and he looked at the wolf wide-eyed. "They do have a point. Regardless of his actions up to this point and you friendship with him you cannot be sure of his reaction to who you really are. You would ask him to betray his family?" The rabbit's nose wrinkled, "Of course, he's furious over their treatment of the Droegemeier incident. He'd turn on them without any provocation!" The wolf sighed and stood, raising himself to his full height, dwarfing the young rabbit. The others seemed to shrink down in their chairs, John as well sat back down.

"How did you feel just then, John?" The wolf said, his voice returning to it's original softspoken tone. "Like you were going to kill me." The rabbit said, evading the wolf's icy blue eyes. The wolf nodded, "And I'm not even your father, but a surrogate. You won't stand up to me yet you expect richard to not only stand up to his real father, but sadden his mother and prove his brother to be the better son?" The rabbit looked down in defeat, "So I'm wasting my time?"

"Kid, of course you are." Another voice said from another of the members. The wolf sighed and sat down.

"Kid's shouldn't be forced into finding out things the hard way Ken. Youda thought in all this time youda learned that little lesson, e'la." The nasally voice came from the side opposite the sulking youth. A coyote sat with smirk, wearing what looked like a large hat, something odd for most Kydane as they were a human invention. The canoid had cut holes for his ears, making the hat look almost comical. The man tipped the hat at the depressed bunny, "Ricky's your friend right?"

"Yes Master Bant."

"Then ya reply by asking the old man here if you should give up on your friend. Not droop like a starving flower." The Coyote said widening his smirk.

John looked over at the wolf who sighed, "Master Bant, if I could have a word with you?" The coyote shook his head, "Nah, you know it wouldn't do any good."

"Master Onaskatew? If I could be so bold, can we get back to other matters?" A raccoon stated with a large amount of irritation. The wolf nodded, "Indeed." And the group returned to studying the mass of papers on the table. Only the rabbit noticed the coyote called Bant slipping out the door. It was an easy task to follow him.

It echoed throughout the city. Several things happened as the ripple of death charged into the air. Over half the planets population had a strong link to a supernatural energy the Nobles called The Art. This energy was one of the major reasons the populus believed the Warden's "Remembrance". The Warden's would say the number was of people that died due the blast was sufficient that the energy stored in their bodies spilled loose and caused a cascade in the ambient energy, almost as if a massive body of water was dropped into an ocean, huge waves would disperse from the point of impact and affect everything in the sea. The same applied to those with attuned to that energy on the planet.

"Kane... Kane. Kane?" The Raccoon waved her hand in front of the wolf's catatonic face. A tear fell silently as he closed his eyes and lowered his head, "Something's happened, Alex. Take John and scout the downtown area."

The raccon nodded and turned to where John had been, "He's..."

The wolf looked up, "I guess it's taken care of then. But we still need to secure the city. The meeting will have to continue later when we known more about whats happened."

"Suicide bomber, didn't get a chance to see more than it was a dog. Wasn't enough left after too identify. Continue the meeting." The lithe halfbreed that had taunted John earlier spoke frankly sauntering in.

The raccoon looked concerned, "Needless we should check to see if any friends or family were killed!"

"Whatever, Old man, I need to speak with you in private anyway." The oddly marked tiger snorted to the wolf.

"Very well," The wolf muttered quietly, "Marcus, take Alex and find out who the victims were, I'm sure Bant will help you after that tracking down the responsible parties. The rest of you scour the market district, someone will know something."

"Kane. The Market was the target." The tiger said smirking.

"What?! Thats not something to be SMUG about! My son was there!" The raccoon suddenly cried out moved at the tiger. Marcus, an otter, was instantly on her keeping the horrified woman from attacking the smiling felinoid. "Alex, not here, we need to get to the market and find out more," The otter said softly, still holding the enraged woman at bay.

"The same applies." Kane said flatly, "Reave, come with me. The rest, you have your tasks." The group slowly dispersed, each seeming to stop and glare at the tiger, and he seemed to enjoy every nasty glance.




'Stella felt the boy drag, pushing against her hand. A glance was enough to assess his condition, he looked like he was going into shock, his fur was wet to the touch, his eyes dialated. "I... I don feel well," he squeaked out in a small voice.



Meanwhile on the rooftop the two figures weren't alone. However after their exchange of words the third party revealed himself by fatal accident. Perched on a window over hang was Sam, the small red squirrel seemed to be intently listening to the men conversing, slowly creeping closer to hear even better. Suddenly he slipped, the agile rodent caught himself and regained balance but but before uttering a small chitter in fright.

Where is he going? What the hell was that blast? Why isn't he moving to help? It was almost certainly some kinda bomb. Why is he still moving parallel to it. The rabbit thought still tailing the canoid. He wanted to go help, but the thought of finally finding out more about the rather enigmatic Myca Bant was too alluring.

The tiny squirrel's mind screamed at him to run, the cement edge of the building under his feet, now his life was in danger. The boy took off like a lightning bolt down the edge of the building tearing away from the cheetah, hitting the end of the building and launching his small body into the air between the two building roofs with no a hint of hesitation or fear. To his pursuers shock the child seemed to have simultaneously judge the wind and jump so the draft between the buildings would help propel his light frame over the street and to the next buildings rooftop. Unfortunately the speed he came in at was far to great for a safe landing and he toppled into a roll and slamming his back bluntly into the side of a brick rooftop entry stairwell. Coming a stop suddenly and in a heap.

He couldn't move, but he'd made it, he just had to make it to the street, to the public eye. But it felt like his brain was liquefied from the impact, even pulling himself to his feet took all his energy. The door handle wouldn't move. Was it locked? No he was just too weak. The squirrel fell against the handle with his dead weight finally producing even force to open the heavy metal door, then fell to the ground in a lump, the door swinging shut and pinching his torso. He felt the cold concrete of the stairs inside the door, forcing his fingers to curl around the edge of the stair and pull himself inside the stairwell, the door swung shut behind him. The small rodent took a moment to rest, the damage the landing had done was bad, and he didn't want to think about it until he'd made it the street, till he was safe. It was a conspiracy, he HAD to tell Joseph, no matter what.

He seemed only partially aware of his surroundings still forcing himself to stand, leaning heavily on the stairwells safety railing and slowly walking away from her.

The boy groaned but didn't reply, however his eyes did open. His head lolled to one side, staring off towards the market.

"'Ey you. Yeah, you smiley." a Koala donned in the typical enforcer maroon trenchcoat snapped out jabbing a blunt baton at the jackal. "Enforcer MacRaedy here. Ease up on the lass, you know the laws. Besides you can bet one of the liaison officers is around here. You wanna lose whats LEFT of your stand because you wanna kick rodents around instead of doing some REAL work." Then the Enforcer got a very insidious look on his face, "Course, I could save him the trouble and say you did that to 'er tail." He spat out as the weapon seemed bathed in a blue light before frost started forming on it's surface.

It was a known fact that although marsupial races like koala and wombat were not technically considered part of the poverty level class, they were largely ignored completely in the eyes of most. Despite a decent number having connection to The Art they were rarely acknowledge as a race with magical ability. When they were, they rarely had the money to pay for the private schooling necessary to use it effectively. This treeclimber had apparently not only made it through the hurdles but attained a position in the police force as well. On top of that he seemed ready to dish out punishment as some kind of reprisal for his entire races misfortune.

The ball seemed in the jackal's court, obey someone that could almost be considered a rodent, or challenge his authority.

"Why's he waiting here?" John muttered to himself peeking around a corner to see the coyote leaning lazily against the building just inside the alleyway they'd come down. "Some place isn't it!" The coyote stated loudly. "You can quit hidin', ya really think I didn't notice ya?" John muttered and wandered over to the larger canoid, "Wht are we here, some kinda bomb went off downtown. Shouldn't we look into?" Bant smirked and keep his eyes on the house, "Conjure Ken's got it taken care of. Got more ta do here anyway." The youth squinted and look at an open window in the house across the street, it was a dump, just another rundown home in the slums. Then something in the window caught his eye, "Wait a minute, that kid, he's..."

"A noble? Yup. I bet you'd be interested in who ELSE is in there." The cowboy canine nodded out. The rabbit squinted, "The girl, she was with the old lady... which means. Rico?" Bant smiled, "You got it. They're all in there. Wanna take bets on how long before they leave?" John's eyes widened a little, "The bomb?" The coyote nodded again. "And we're going to follow them?"

The coyote stood up straight and dusted his western style clothing off, "Nope, you are. There are other things that need done, I'll handle those." The rabbit looked annoyed, "You couldn't have planned to be two places at once. You planned me following you, right?" The coyote smirked. The rabbit folded his arms, "Fine, but at least tell me one thing. Why do you wear that thing." Bant touched the brim of his hat, "This? All cowboys wear them, e'la." John raised an eyebrow, "But you're from Mesric, you guys are leading this system in space travel. Why would you wear something that not only symbolizes the past. But the Human's past." Bant smirked again and walked off waving a hand and saying, "Who says there can't be cowboy's in space? Seeya."



The fox sat bolt upright with a yelp. He was breathing heavily, his eye were wide and dilated, "Tobe...." He looked around quickly. His eyes quickly returned to normal and his gave a toothy smile, "Looks like I fooled ya, huh? Is this the old lady's house? Where'd she go, anyway? John said to stay with her and I think I got hit in the head or something." He suddenly realized the two other kids were very sullen and angry looking and stopped grinning like an idiot, "Did I miss something?"

The fox's eyes narrowed, "Just because I'm little doesn't mean I'm stupid. I've had over a decade of training at that sadistic school. I can read emotions." He looked at Kenneth, "I know what he's feeling, because I've felt the same thing." He drug himself off the bed and wandered toward the door stopping in the doorway looking at Aria, "I hope I'm wrong, but how he's feeling... I had a bully once too." He left to find Estella leaving his words hanging in the air. His voice changed while speaking, it had a kind of finality that someone so young should not have. A price of being essentially the lesser of the two Princes to the Underwood rulers?