Chapter 1

A disgruntled raccoon woke to the sound of pounding at the door of his apartment. Pacing the distance in a couple of seconds, he grabbed his revolver off the table. Better safe then sorry he thought. Opening the door, he looked and saw his courier partner Richie. Richie was a brown cat, who always wore a black trenchcoat. " Hey Nick, how do you like my coat?" Said Richie.

"Personally I think you wear it so you can flash people at night." Replied Nick with a grin." Let me get my clothes, and I'll be out."

Richie walked inside the room as Nick got ready. Looking around the room, you could see a computer, Tv, and a stack of magazines. Richie walked over to them, and put a couple into his coat.

"Geeze Nick, you should hide your stuff like most people." Nick poked his head out to reply. Walking out fully dressed, he wore a leather jacket with blue jeans and a red t-shirt. "That's not what your mom said last night." That invoked a giggle from Richie.

"Come on man, we gotta go. Victor said he has a job for us." That got Nick's attention. " Why didn't you say so? Let's go to the shop." Nick started to walk out, grabbing an apple on the way out. However, Richie stopped him on the way out.

" Nick, why do you have on your 20th birthday hat on?" Nick looked at him funny, until he felt his head. "Ok, I put this on, but that was an awsome night." Richie looked right at him and said "It wasn't awsome, we got arrested for public indecency!"

They then went on their way, through the bright and vibrant city of New Mobotropolis. Poster's of the city's new leader Ixis Naugus scattered the alleys they walked through, and almost there, they saw something strange. A blue blur raced past them, seemingly with a silver blur. They looked at each other and shrugged. Weirdness is normal in their lives.

Walking into a dilapidated building, the duo found themselves in a makeshift bar, with mobians of all races and ages greeting them. Walking to the front of the bar, they relaxed into seats, at the counter of the bar. They then called over the bartender Victor. Victor was an kindly old beaver, whom they got their jobs from. He was dark black, with a clearly aging mustache. Wearing his vest, you would never know he ran a underground delivery service.

Walking over to them, he spoke with a light accent. "Oi, Mistah Nick and Mistah Richie, how are yinz?" He was still serving drinks while he talked. Obviously it was a busy day. Nick responded back"I hear you got a job?"

Victor grimaced and took them to a backroom and sat them down. " thisw one is particularly dangerous. You're going deep into Legion territory. A cargo ship crashed while in flight. The objective is to provide support to the crew and get them flying, when which yinz will hitch a ride back."

The duo looked at him like they were sentenced to death. In a way they were. Nick spoke up and broke the silence. "So what you're saying is, we're heading deep into enemy territory, armed with only our wits, and the hope of a possible ride home?" He looked at Richie and asked him"On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad are we fucked?"

The cat looked thoughtful for a moment and said" Ohh, I'd say about 11 roughly, without lube." They then looked back at Victor and said they couldn't do the job. He looked disappointed for a moment before he closed his eyes and turned to Nick. He said "I guess thinz yinz won't get the cash."

That peaked Nick's interest. He turned to Victor and asked the question that everbody asks. "How much?" Victor opened his eyes and smiled like the devil. "So much that you won't have to work a day in your life!"

Richie and Nick shared a glance of anticipation. They already knew what the other was thinking. "Alright then we're in. What's the ship called?" Victor knew he had them. They knew he had them. However his marvels hadn't finished quite yet. "One:The ship is called the Destiny. Two: You're also taking Midnight."

Looking at him with the most pure surprise, they both knew who midnight was. He was an anti-social wolf mercenary, who was notoriously hard to work with. Richie started to speak up, but Victor yelled out to the bar, silencing him. Then Midnight walked into the room, bringing an chill into the air with him.

His shaggy hair reached down to his shoulders as they covered his blood red eyes. They radiated hate and loathing for everyone who saw them. Having two scars, one that reached from his neck down to his chest, he also had another going across his eye, he shone with a sheen of a danger. Wearing nothing but dark sunglasses and boots, he was not to be reckoned with.

He looked over Nick and Richie, then looked back at Victor. His look said these guys are going to die you know?. Nick then stood up and spoke. "Well, I Victor, will not be looking forward to this." Victor laughed out loud saying "Well you leave tommorow!" Everybody was already regretting their respective decisions.