Chapter 1

The incandescent glow of overhead lamps bathed the armoured truck as it approached the hangar. The guards allow it to enter after a short examination, but don't notice the figure hanging underneath the chassis. As the truck parks inside, the small figure drops and hastily makes its way to some nearby crates, relieving the cramps in its arms and legs. As more guards crowd around the truck, the unknown visitor makes its way upwards, hoping to get a better vantage of the situation.
Inside the hangar, a large airship was at the ready, rivalling in girth the largest of stadiums. It was stationed inside to receive the important payload that had just arrived.
As the mystery figure readied a camera, the truck was being opened. Guards in hazmat suits entered the back of the truck and proceeded to offload a single crate emblazoned with a symbol indicating radioactive materials. High above, the figure took shot after shot of the event, following the crate as it made its way into the hold of the airship.
Their mission complete, the dark-clad figure left their post, proceeding to the exit point.
"Stop right there!" A guard ordered from behind, holding the figure at gunpoint.
The visitor ducked and made a kick to the guard's legs, toppling him, before running away.
"Red alert! We've got an intruder on the premises!" The downed guard yelled over his radio.
As sirens blared and footsteps grew closer, the figure took out the memory chip in the camera and inserted it into a one-way transmitter. If they couldn't get out alive, at least the pictures would. But the transmission didn't occur; the hangar was blocking all signals to the outside world.
Looking out the window, a rooftop stood a fair drop down. The figure charged and broke through as guards opened fire. Rolling through the landing, they ran across the rooftop while bullets rained down from above. Dropping down into an alley via a fire-escape, the figure took the brief moment of safety to start the transmission.
"Drop it," a voice sounded as a gun was pressed to the figure's neck.
"You're too late, I've already sent the data," the figure noted as they dropped the transmitter.
"But you won't be there to see the results…"
The echo of a gunshot rang through the alley and the figure slumped to ground, blood forming a pool around them.
"The intrusion has been dealt with," the killer spoke into their radio. "But we'll have to expect some more… Unwanted visitors."

…

The grey bunny sauntered through the sparsely crowded room, dressed in an emerald dress, looking around for her newest prey. She spotted a hare at the bar, sipping a drink. Despite the sharp suit that he wore, his dark fur was visibly in disarray. And yet somehow he evoked some hint of professionalism, as if the hare was both a mammal of adventure and refinement.
The bunny approached the bar and took a seat in view of the hare.
"You are quite the mystery," she commented as she fixed the white tuft of hair atop her head.
The hare looked up and grinned.
"How so?" he asked.
"Here you are, dressed in a handsome suit and drinking a cocktail, and yet your fur is all over the place," she stated in a soft amazement.
"I'll argue with genetics," the hare replied, taking a sip of his cocktail. "Nothing seems to keep it in one place forever."
"Are you talking about your fur? Or you?" The bunny asked coyly.
"Depends… Can you keep me in one place?"
The bunny gave a sly grin.
"What's your name, handsome?"
The hare chuckled, the stripes on his cheeks parting a bit.
"Haven't you ever heard that it's rude to ask someone's name without giving your own first?" He asked.
"So you really are a mammal of finer things," the bunny commented. "Olivia Jumper. Now may I ask yours?"
The hare finished his cocktail before answering:
"Jack. Jack Savage."

AN: Cue Theme Song. *Plays 'Feeling Good' by Michael Bublé*