Chapter II
The Job
As the cops entered in the room more they found Tracker sitting back with a piece of meat in his mouth as he ate.
"Ah good morning officers. Come to take me in?" He asked then looked at the amount of officers that were there, "What took you so long to find me?"
One of the officers looked back and announced "Its him sir." Followed by the announcement Mufasa stepped in the apartment and made his way to the kitchen
"Tracker is it?" He asked the young lion who sat back and gestured for Mufasa to sit down.
"That it is. What would you like dear sir?" Tracker asked as he took a sip of strong coffee
"I would like your services, after last nights heroics I could use you to protect my family." Mufasa said as he sat down, "Or you could go to jail for trespassing on private property, three charges of murder, and evading the police."
Tracker nodded and thought it over a bit. "Well you gave me no other choice, of course I'll accept your offer." He said holding our his hand to close the agreement. Mufasa smiled and shook the hand and the cops lowered their guns and walked out.
The two lions stood up both smiling like old pals. "When do I start."
"Right now," Mufasa said leading the way out of the apartment and stopped at the doorway, "If that okay with you."
"Of course its okay. Just can we make a stop at my place?" Tracker asked scratching his head.
"Sure. Where do you live?" Mufasa asked as they walked down the hall.
"Not far from you actually." Tracker said a little embarrassed.
The two left the apartment complex and Tracker saw a dark limo waiting them with a zebra opening the door at the sight of Mufasa.
"Home sir?" He asked as the lions stepped in.
"No Equus, he'll tell us where to go today." Mufasa said gesturing to Tracker
"Of course sir." The zebra said closing the door behind the lions.
Inside the limo Tracker saw leather seats encircling a glass table with the rest of Mufasa's family. The Mrs. looked at Tracker with thanks in her eyes. The young cub was bouncing on a seat looking rather happy especially when his father sat down next to his wife. Tracker found a seat adjacent to the two parents and sat down.
"Where to?" Asked Equus from the drivers seat.
"1700 Riala Street." Tracker said almost sadly.
"On our way sir." Replied the zebra and he pulled the limo out into the street and headed to the address.
The drive took less that 20 minutes and the location left Mufasa and his family speechless. They pulled up on a dark mansion that stood proud and luxurious.
"We're here sir,"
"Thank you." Tracker said starting to leave then noticed the others expression. "Would you like to come in?"
"Yes!" The cub said as he ran out of the door before the others could say anything.
"Well I guess that's settled." Tracker said with a smile.
He and the others stepped out and he walked up to the driver's door and knocked on the window.
The window rolled down to show patch of dark eyes. "If you'd like something to eat while we're in my servants will feed you just come in and ask for what you want." This statement left the zebra shocked as he slowly made his mind up and turned the limo off and stepped out.
"Thank you kindly sir." He said happily.
"So you live here?" Asked Mufasa's wife her arms wrapped around her husbands bent arm.
Tracker looked at the gloomy shaded house "No I don't live here but my servants do and they are paid without me being here."
By this time the cub was up at the door and knocked on it. The door swung open with a baboon looking down at the cub. Before he could say anything Tracker got his attention and told him to let them in.
"We might want to go in before he breaks something." Mufasa's wife said as she made her way to the door.
Before Tracker and Mufasa went to the door Mufasa stopped him and looked at him. "Last night has left us homeless unless we leave town and-"
"Say no more." Tracker interrupted him and gestured to his home. "This is always open as is my services to protect them."
And with that Mufasa and Tracker finally stepped into the house and into the open foyer.
It was decorated in black marble veined in white, this covered not only the floor but also the pillars that held up the second story stairs.
"Hey mom," Said the cub from the second story balcony peeking over the railing. "This place is big. Can we buy it?"
Both of the cub's parents scolded him and apologized about his question.
"Don't worry like I told Mufasa you are welcomed to live here. It's the least I could do after last night."
Mufasa's wife stepped forward and kissed Tracker on the cheek, "You have done more than what was needed when you dealt with them and gave us Simba."
Tracker blushed a little not sure how to react to the sign of kindness from another lioness. A married one at that.
"I just did what was needed to be done." Tracker said stepping away from the lioness, "Now if you excuse me Papio will show you around." The baboon stood up at the mention of his name and bowed elegantly.
"This way please."
Tracker watched as his employers and guests followed the baboon and went through the house. Tracker turned and headed towards his study for a moment of piece and quiet for a while before they came around.
As he entered the study Tracker looked at all of the weapons that lined the walls behind glass cases and within reach and ready for use. He walked up to his desk where a stuffed snake was coiled around his chair with its mouth open ready to devour any living thing that sat in it.
"You really need to change your sleeping pose." Tracker said to the snake as it flexed its mouth and smacked its lips.
"Well its not my fault that I'm never fed while your gone master." The snake started to uncoil itself from around the chair and lay on the floor in the sun. "That feels better."
Tracker looked down at it and then at his computer that booted up as he sat down. "Any other troubles in the world that I can solve." He asked as he unwrapped his bandages from under his shirt.
"...and this the study, young sir please don't rush unannounced." As Papio said this young Simba came running n and stopped as soon as he saw the room.