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As the footsteps approached, the tips of long black rabbit ears peaked up behind a bush.
"Yes, it was HIM."
Now that the target was verified, the ears slowly flattened in anticipation. Sleek but lethal claws lengthened in readiness for the attack.
Eyes of deceivingly innocent brown turned into malicious slits.
" Christopher Chance would never run over one of his relatives again."
Sharp white fangs gleamed in the moonlight… It was time to kill...
With bated breath the rodent got ready to jump. Chance's carotid artery was out of reach, but the femoral artery would bleed just as well.
"NO."
Chance was not alone, that Guerrero person was walking alongside of him. The one shot at the femoral artery was gone!
"Damn them"
The furry assassin decided for a change of plans. He needed backup! With a low whistle beyond human perception he called in his troops.
Of course his female furry soldiers quickly answered the call of their leader. Their soft fluffy fur and innocent eyes were deceptive. These ladies had been trained to kill.
All of a sudden Chance and Guerrero found themselves surrounded by at least fifty pairs of ears.
"Seriously not cool", Guerrero muttered.
Chance slowly moved his hand to the small of his back where his Glock was holstered.
"Dude, we don't have enough bullets to hold them off"
At this very moment the leader signaled for the attack to begin. Beating the ground like war drums, furry paws charged towards the men.
Quicker than lightening both men went into assassin mode. Rabbits flew through the air as they tried to clear a path through the onslaught of attacking rodents.
Suddenly sharp, searing pain shot through Chance's whole body. Clutching his back, Chance slowly turned around.
Between clenched teeth he gritted: "Damn it, Ilsa what did you shoot me for?" Beyond the battle stood Ilsa with a smoking gun in hand.
Chance jerked awake.
"Everything okay?", Ilsa mumbled sleepily, squinting at him in the dim moonlight.
"Stupid dream about today's car chase…" He kissed her lightly on the forehead and pulled her closer.
"I thought of something…", she mumbled, already dozing off again. "What about celebrating our victory at this new restaurant in Russian Hill? I've heard they serve spectacular duck dishes…
"As Chance closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep he saw himself walking through a stretch of lonely wetland. In the distance a sinister QUACK could be heard.