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Unstoppable part 2

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Lane's job was simple: he was the personal assistant to Michael Silversmith, a rich husky whose company did a little bit of everything. He filed papers, made coffee runs, and did any other odd jobs around the office that could free the more important workers to work. The hours were flexible, and he was given an inordinate amount of vacation time and incredibly high wages for such a simple job.

At least, that's the official story.

That's the job he signed on for, anyway. Lane's true passion was art, or, more specifically, having his art be seen. He had a checkered past as a street artist. His work had been seen by thousands upon thousands of people, wether the city government approved or not. Michael knew this, but hired him anyway. At the time, it was just a pity hiring to get him off the streets. But soon, Lane's boss learned his secret ability. Then, suddenly, Lane was seen less and less frequently around the office. But his art became more and more common in the streets.

Lane's power was something very few people knew about: the ability to shapeshift. The only people he ever told willingly were his twin sister Lydia and their best friend, Johnny Jinx, and they kept it under lock and key. Michael suggested he take advantage of the power to 'perform' with no chance of anyone recognizing him. He would assign Lane a building to tag that would, in one way or another, be beneficial to Silversmith Industries.

And today, the target was a high-class housing complex called Midas Suites. Lane's job was to create a mess that only the highly experienced Silver Lining Cleanup Crew could clean. But, in this case, he could do whatever he wanted, so long as he didn't get caught.

The first part of any job of Lane's was casing the joint. Forest Pine Street was quite busy this time of day, so Lane went with the simple, easy-to-lose-in-a-crowd form of a grey/black wolf in jeans and a faded tee. He entered the grand double door into a lavishly decorated lobby. Through his shaded glasses, Lane made a note of the many security cameras mounted to the ceiling. He approached the young female fox at the receptionist's desk with an ample amount of swagger to catch her eye.

"Hello, um..." he checked the fox's nametag, "Evynne. I'm looking for a nice place to move." He placed his right elbow on the counter and pressed his palm to his cheek. "What can you tell me about Midas Suites?"

"Well, sir, for one thing, it's not the kind of place people like you would usually stay," she answered with a dry tone. "After all, most people who live here dress a bit less... grungy... than you."

"Well, just because I've got money doesn't mean I have to advertise it," Lane answered with a smirk. He made his voice smoother, more melodic. "I'm just looking for a nice place to settle down, get comfortable..."

"W-well, um..." the fox stuttered, blushing, "what do you already know about the Midas Suites?"

"Just that it looks amazing on the outside," He replied, then added in a whisper, "I can only imagine what's underneath..."

The fox blushed, smiled, and shuddered slightly. Too easy.

"Now tell me, Evynne, I have a lot of valuables. What kind of security can I expect here?"

"Well, um... I'm sorry what was your name?"

"Marcus."

"Marcus... um, we have many highly trained guards who protect our guests, and-"

"Um... I'm sorry, but I'll need something more... specific than that. Is there any way you can, oh, I don't know..." he brushed her hair gently with his paw, "...print off any kind of schedule or map of the guards' rounds? I'm very, VERY serious about security."

"Oh! Um, sure thing, Marcus," she said hurriedly. "Anything at all. After all, I am here to help with anything you need."

With the papers in hand, Lane turned to leave. "Thank you so much, Evynne. I'll be back if I decide on Midas." The girl only smiled and waved in answer.

Lane made his way to a coffee shop two blocks down, shifting back to normal when he was certain nobody was looking. He sat down to go over his plans when the fur on the back of his neck prickled. Someone was watching him. He turned to look, but nobody was there. "Easy, Lane," he told himself. "It's a big job, you're nervous. That's it."

He opened his small black backpack to make sure all his gear was there. Dozens of colorful paint sticks, his own invention, organized in neat rows inside. He needed dark colors that would impact the brightness of the building, like blues and purples. He set them aside in a smaller pocket. Again, he felt a sensation of being observed. He turned quickly, but saw only same ordinary employees and customers, save a handful of oddly-colored patrons dispersed throughout the room. A bluish grey husky caught his gaze and scowled. A grey and black lion scratched at his mane from behind a newspaper. "Take it easy," he whispered.

He sipped his coffee nonchalantly until a good number of customers had left, leaving Lane in almost completely different company. It was 3:15 on the dot. In fifteen minutes, the guards would switch out, starting at the top floor and descending, to avoid moments where the entire place was unguarded. He located a fire escape and climbed up, morphing into a charcoal-grey tiger as he did so.

The grey and black lion at the coffee shop lowered his newspaper in time to see the shapeshifter climbing up the building. "Gotcha, punk," he growled. "Not on my watch."
Part two of the FLUX story. Introducing a new villain. Um... hero? Someone opposed to Lane. You'll see more of him later.

The grey/black lion guy belongs to :iconkarmakat01:
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Redoutcastwolf's avatar
I like the suspense. And what's this you talking about no one reading this? I see plenty of people reading this.