Energize the flow - Chapter 1
Intro.
She effortlessness jumped high enough to reach the window sill and pushed it open. Inside was a normal office with desks and chairs for medium sized mammals. It was a high class area and the quality of the interior repeated the posh exterior.
The door on the right led out into the corridor but she was looking for the archive. Trying the second door was far more rewarding and rows of file cabinets revealed themselves to her. One of them had to contain her target.
It didn't. Two full hours of looking only proved the company's honest reputation. It was a letdown she had struggled with but eventually accepted as true.
Five nights of doing the same to the largest companies in Zootopia and not once did she find any clues. Sure, some of those companies might find the IRS requesting an audit of their books in the coming months but none of them had helped bring the gangs their new weapons.
Something was off. The gangs usually tried to avoid open conflict as it only led to confrontations with the police and the established mafia under Mr. Big's lead. Their weapons were the latest generation military hardware. Few such weapons could be owned by civillians and only under extreme scrutiny.
The law of Zootopia even forbid them inside the city. Even the police force used Tranq-All Dart guns. She sighed and left the building, absentmindedly restarting the alarms she had shut off when she entered. This left her in a dilemma, who was supplying them with weapons and why?
Rather than jumping down to the sidewalk she targeted the rooftop across the street and with but a minor adjustment managed to land perfectly an the cold glass roof.
Checking her watch revealed that it was nearly half past three in the morning and she needed some sleep before heading to the precinct. She didn't even bother to hide her attempt this time and just jumped high, very high. When the buildings under her turned small and she felt like it was high enough to be mostly hidden did she kick off in the direction of her apartment. The air briefly solidified and she shot of like a dart, adding more kicks as needed.
Landing on the building next to her own was a given. She glanced down to the street and then observed the building itself. Having a secret identity only worked if you kept it secret. Finding the street empty and the building dark she jumped across and slipped into her home.
It was tiny, rundown and all hers. She loved it but wished that she could afford a better place. Still it was a step up from the standard of her home in the Burrows. Sharing a room with her sisters all her life had made the quiet room(neighbors aside) here a sanctuary.
Pealing her costume off of her slender body and dropping it in the footlocker left her feeling exposed. It always did. as she pulled the bed sheets up her eyes glanced at the clock.
03:15
She'd be up at six again.