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Ch. 6 Radio

The kids stopped dead in their tracks and turned around to look at the helpless coyote friend.

Slick swallowed hard. His throat felt dry and his mind went blank. For a second he couldn't even remember his name. He slowly turned around while his mind tried to remember the excuse Blade told him to use.

"What are you doing?!" the angered voice repeated.

Slick looked up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Apparently, the owner of the voice (an old, rather fat man in a suite with "Manager" pinned on it) was yelling at a young, stuttering man carrying several large trays of appetizers.

"I told you," the large man continued, "to put those trays in the ball room, not in the lobby, you pinhead!"

"I….But...," the younger stuttered."

"Just put them where I told you to!"

The employee retreated with the trays of food and the manager turned around to see a brown coyote starring at him.

"What are you starring at?!" he barked.

"N..nothing," Slick muttered.

"Then go look at it some place else!"

"Yes sir," Slick took off with his friends down the hallway.

"And hurry up delivering that food!"

Slick heard the large man's voice echoing down the hallway behind them as they carried their empty boxes to an unknown destination.

He sighed again, "That was close."

"Yeah," Juice Box agreed, "You almost blew our cover and…"

"Hold up," Blade call out when the neared a turn in the hallway.

Everyone hide up against the wall as Blade slowly stuck his head out to get a better view of the hallway.

There were no windows and the only light came from a small, rectangular light. It was pale and only lit up the area in front of a large, chestnut brown door with a gold colored handle. Carved into the chestnut were the words, "Security Office."

Blade jumped back when the door suddenly opened. He flung himself up against the wall and held his breath. He hoped to God that he hadn't been seen as he and the others listened to the conversation of the two guards that emerged.

"Please don't tell Kevin that I spilled coffee on the monitor," one pleaded.

"He's gonna find out sometime."

"But we don't have to tell him right now! He's still ticked about Winston running out of work today."

"Yeah, ya know, he even left his truck here."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he got so fed up with the manager that he told him to shove it and then just walked right out the front doors, didn't bother to get his truck or anything."

Their voices became softer and softer as the two security guards walked down to the far end of the hallway and rounded another corner. When everything became silent once again, Blade stuck his head out again. After seeing that the coast was clear, he made his way to the wooded door. He opened it slowly to see if anyone was still in the room, but when he saw no one, he called the others over.

They dropped the cardboard boxes around the door as the entered. Double D shut the door behind them as Blade surveyed the deserted office. He walked over to a wall of flat screened monitors that broadcasted what was happening in almost every room in the facility.

"So, what's the plan Blade?" Blast asked.

"These screens show what the security cameras are watching, right? So we just watch the screens until that thing we saw shows up." Blade answered.

"Sounds good, it will definitely save more time than having to search the entire building ourselves," Race interjected.

"Some one should probably guard the door," suggested Slick.

Spaz nodded his head and took his post by the door and each of the remaining anthros took a different group of monitors to watch over for the creature.

Puff was about to join them when Juice Box tapped him on the shoulder.

"Dude, check me out."

Puff turned around to see the brunette wearing a guard's hat, a pair of dark tinted sunglasses, and sporting a night stick.

"Am I ready for patrol, or what?" Juice Box asked.

Puff burst into laughter at the sight of his friend's costume, "Yeah, you gonna caught some DWIs or something?"

Before Juice Box could respond, the two were interrupted by a low beeping sound. They turn to a desk next to them. On it was a chrome telephone next to a computer that had a small pool of coffee around the monitor. The telephone was the source of the beeping noise and a small, red light on it was flashing above the words "Incoming Call."

Juice Box's mouth turned into a wicked smile as he pressed a button that read "Speaker Phone" and picked the receiver. Puff only watched curiously to see what his friend was up to.

"Hi, is this the Jones Memorial Hall?" a Brooklyn accent on the other end asked.

"Umm… How old are you?" Juice Box answered his question with a question.

"Huh?"

"Well, I think you're old enough to know better," Juice Box's tone became a little stronger.

"What are you talking about, doc?"

"How much have you had to drink tonight, son?"

"What?!"

At the response, Puff and Juice Box both finally broke down laughing.

"Yeah, really funny, wiseasses," the now angered Brooklyn voice said before the dial tone was heard, indicating that he had hung up.

"What are you guys going?!"

Puff and Juice Box stopped laughing to see an annoyed Double D starring at them.

The duck snatched the phone away from Juice Box before saying, "Some day you guys are going to get your asses kicked for a stunt like that."

"C'mon, Double D" Juice Box said, "How do you know that that guy even can kick our asses?"

Meanwhile….

Ace snapped his phone shut.

"What the hell was that about?!" he asked after the enraging conversation.

"Hopefully its not a bad omen for tonight," Tech muttered, but it was mostly to himself.

Meanwhile (again)….

As Double D was making sure that Juice Box was putting back all the security gear back where he had fond it, Blast let out a cry, "Hay guys, come look at this!"

A/N: For those wondering, DWI stands for "Driving While Intoxicated" hence why Juice Box asked Ace if he had been drinking. I stole this off of a skit on MTV, but it was my bad sense of humor that drove me to it. If you agree with me on my sense of humor then feel free to ignore this section because, honestly, it has nothing to do with this fic.