The sun was beginning to climb over the edges of the Central Dome and stream in through the buildings of Pioneer Two City but Samuel Laffete was too distracted to notice the beautiful sunrise. His publisher had informed him a couple of days ago that his serialised story had been cancelled so now he was out of a job, unwanted and unloved. Especially unloved.
To take his mind off his troubles and keep himself focused he had taken up early morning jogging, varying the route to combat the familiar. Today he was more annoyed than usual, the batteries on his MP3 player had died mid-distance and in the middle of his favourite song too. A chart topper by a RAmarl called Sovryn. Everytime he listened to it he felt... Connected to her. Perhaps he could dedicate a story to her...
In his frustration with his MP3 player he had slowed to a walk and now a noise from a nearby Dumpster caught his attention. His brow furrowed. It did not sound like rats. It sounded more like... A woman's voice? He heard the sound again and approached the Dumpster cautiously. It was big and dirty and orange, not necessarily in that order either. Samuel flipped the lid open and hopped a step backwards prepared for anything.
The Dumpster itself was only about half filled with bags of refuse, but lying upon them was a very large sack with the words "Property of Mister Rubbish" stencilled on the front. The sack stirred slightly like something was alive inside and then Samuel heard it speak.
"Chii."
Samuel was shocked. Someone had kidnapped a poor girl and put her in a sack. What kind of heartless monster would do such a thing? He stepped forward, nervous fingers tugging at the cords that bound the neck of the sack. Within moments it fell open.
"Chii..."
A head poked out of the sack.
"Jeez! I can hardly breath inside that thing! Now where... Hello!"
The head was female, along with the rest of her that emerged from the sack. The first thing Samuel notice was her green eyes, her orange and black fur, her cat-like ears, shapely body and her distinct lack of clothing. As she fully emerged she held out a hand so he could assist her to the ground. He noticed her tail too. The woman looked down and saw that she was only clothed in a light pink silk camisole and matching panties from page 294 of the 'HUnewearl's Secret' catalogue, spring edition.
"Wow, that must have been some party." She said turning to face Samuel. "My name is Zenja and you must be... Mine!" She said throwing her arms around his neck and purring.
"It's.. Er... Samuel actually. " Said Samuel trying to regain his composure. "Umm... Miss... Uh... Zenja are you alright? Do you need help of some kind?"
"Now that you mention it..." She brought his face closer to her's. "I could use your help in finding my clothes. No rush of course..." She said winking seductively.
"Of c-course. Where did you last see them?"
"On my body silly. But if you look closely you'll see they're not there anymore."
Samuel resisted the urge to look down her cleavage.
"I mean, where were you when you were last wearing them?"
"Let me think... I was in the mines because of the thing... And then I wake up here with a killer hangover. But it's not been all bad..."
"I think we should report this to the police."
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"Look at that, some guys get all the luck." Said Bernie stirring his coffee.
The two RAngers had taken a breakfast break from running back and forth across the city at an outdoor cafe.
"Hmm?" Said Marla looking up from the case notes she was compiling.
"That guy across the road. He just found a girl in a Dumpster."
"Beginners luck. I've search loads of dumpsters and never found any girls..." She was interrupted by a bleep from her communicator panel. "Marla here."
"SqueakSqueakSqueakSqueakSqueak."
"For the love of the Light Escher, slow down!" Said Marla exasperatedly.
"I said, I have tracked down the whereabouts of the RRR." Replied Escher.
"That's great. How?"
"Easy, they posted the details of their next meeting on their website."