Fio walked rather confidently into the shooting range, without saying so much as a word as to just how out of practice she may or may not have been. Nic was already there and had set up the targets to maximum moving difficulty, in order to test Fio to the fullest. They both noticed as she leveled her weapon at the targets, she seemed to draw in a fair amount of breath and let it out slowly, allowing the smoke from her cigar to settle in a cloud in front of her face. Suddenly she let loose with a volley of 13mm rounds , tearing all the targets to shreds, expertly popping in another clip as soon as the first was expended taking a max of three seconds to fully reload and begin again. As suddenly as it had started, she had unloaded two clips worth of ammunition, all before the smoke in front of her had dissipated completely without missing so much as a beat. She walked out into the area where the targets were and frowned at an apparent mistake; All the targets but one had been shredded at the neck, tearing off anything below that area, but on was clinging on by a mere thread of cardboard, which she promptly cut expertly with a switchblade making sure to carefully pocket said item afterward.
"Fio, where did you get all those weapons and ammunition? Let alone the switchblade..." Dr. Sorensen asked confused.
"If I knew that then I'd tell ya, but she's got way too many hiding places in that room of hers, it's got more ammo and guns and stuff than this place used to have when it was an army base..." Nic said in a passing manner as he was typing on his 'dex with a stylus.
"What do you mean? You knew she had weapons in her room, and yet you let her keep them? She could've hurt someone!" Dr. Sorensen practically shouted. Suddenly Fio came up next to him and stood silently next to him, giving the Doctor a naturally uneasy feeling. Suddenly she whipped her foot under him, tripping him as she caught him in her arms, giving him a passionate kiss on the lips, completely catching him off-guard. As she let go, she gave him an innocent smile and replied,
"Oh, Doctor Marx you're funny, why would I hurt anyone? Besides, you're too nice to hurt in my books, you've done nothing but do favors for me, I've gotta repay you... Somehow..." She said, batting her eyes at him slyly, causing his face to turn beet red.
"Uhm... Nic I'm going to be busy for... awhile, let's say..." Dr. Sorensen said, completely upended at Fio's massive turnaround that had seemingly come out of nowhere, Of course then again, he hadn't ever really thought of doing something this drastic before either... Nic merely;y waved 'goodbye' as his boss allowed Fio to cart him off to parts unknown, making sure the preparations he had set up were ready.
*Sigh*" Well, if the cops want me to prove I can handle havin' a Panthress, so be it, just hope they're ready for the shock of their lives..." He said with a grin. He got up and began walking to the front gate to prepare for the authorities that would no doubt be in vast disbelief at his accomplishment.
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"So, tell us one more time... How exactly in the HELL did this happen?" Said one of the officers accompanying him down the hallway toward the Panthress' holding cell.
"Well, for one thing she didn't really have any fightin' experience, she was only level 32 and besides that, she was goin' up against someone she simply couldn't have handled..." Nic said, hoping they wouldn't press that issue. Sure enough they were more interested in the situation at hand, and as he led them up to her door they could hear muffled growls as he opened the eye slat for them to peer inside. There she was, tied down to a metal table, clearly unable to move as she would have done so long ago if she could. She still looked a little dazed from some kind of tranquilizer, somehow still affecting her.
"Are you sure you wanna try to take'er? Under the jurisdiction I have under my boss, she's fair game for a rehabilitation attempt, so unless you really feel like trying to round her up..." Nic said, trailing off at the last part.
"Uhm... We'll see what we can do, but it'll... Be awhile... Yeah..."The Officer Jenny amongst them said, obviously lying through her teeth about even getting anywhere near the fiend-type pokegirl. Nic merely shrugged and closed the slat, causing the Panthress within to begin roaring as best she could with a ball-gag and muzzle in and around her mouth, respectively. HE walked them back to their cars without anyone saying a word. As they pulled out toward the outer gate, he checked on what they were saying through the camera just to confirm what he already knew.
"I am NOT goin' back there... Screw... That." He heard one of them say briefly before practically flooring it past the exit. He grinned as he headed back to her cell, knowing exactly what to do as he opened the door to her cell. She immediately began attempting a low growl upon the mere scent and sight of him, which failed utterly and sounded more like a kitten attempting to sound intimidating. He soon noticed the stench of death, prior meals and all around funk due to her probably never properly bathing. Not to mention that her hair was a generally tangled mess. He quickly decided that she indeed needed a cleaning, and reached for the nearby shower head in the room's bathroom stall. Unfortunately it was too short and he needed to get cleaning supplies anyway, so he opted to quickly leave and get some of the heavy-duty cleaning shampoo that Alex always used. When he got back he put the new, longer hose that he gotten onto the main spout and reached it over to her and began testing the temperature. When he finally was satisfied, he began rinsing her down, causing her to fly into a rage at the mere thought that he even dared to touch her, let alone be this familiar. However she began to slightly relax from the feeling of warm water on her fur, as she had never felt anything quite this good in a while. This allowed him to begin scrubbing her down with a textured and bristled mitt, which only further served to quiet her. It was at this point she simply could not resist the urge to begin purring, his hands felt good, scratching her skin underneath her fur that had been itching in places she had previously been unable to reach. She began to stretch as best she could in her tied down state, scratching the metal table underneath her claws quite a bit. She jumped suddenly as he began to try to scrub her underbelly, not expecting him to touch her sensitive spot, and she tried to crush his hand under her weight unsuccessfully as she was too slow on the draw to do so. Finally he got done scrubbing her down and rinsed her thoroughly, sending more waves of feeling down her body. he took a small army of towels and began drying her off, paying special attention to her ears and eyes and she stared at him as though unsure of his true intentions. As he smiled at her he said,
"Well look at that, under all that mess was the cutest darn kitty I've seen in awhile... Don't that beat all, you just needed some tending to, and a lotta TLC, and in the end you're all gussied up and a sight to these eyes..." He said in an honest tone, pushing his hat up from his eyes. In her feral state she could only barely grasp the concept of what he was saying, but it wasn't a hateful or even fearful tone... It was like he wasn't afraid of her at all... Though confusing, she still didn't trust his intentions to be wholehearted. He soon turned to leave, but heard her whine as though she didn't want him to go, straining against the chains ever so slightly to give that impression. He didn't know what she wanted until he smelled the air, now heavy with pheromones. He had been twirling his hat in his hand before then, but it promptly stopped and fell to the floor, still draining the water from the drain hole in the center of it. He walked cautiously up to her, with the words,
"You gonna play nice if I take the stuff off your face? One tiny growl and it's goin' back on..." He said in a stern but respectful manner. She just stared at him with her amber coloured eyes, unblinking, undaunted. he reached around the side of her head and undid the strap for the muzzle, pulling it off her mouth carefully. She didn't move other than to allow him to pull it off, and he noticed she started purring again, a deep rumbling noise that reverberated throughout the entire room. she began gnawing slightly at the ball gag, unable to break it due to the metal alloy it was fashioned from.
"I'll keep that one on for now, till I know you're not gonna bite my hand off, 'k?" He said, keeping with that same tone, as he walked around behind her, her haunches twitching expectantly. He knew this was going to be a big job, and not just the one he currently had to deal with, but he knew that from this moment on, he would be the one to take on her case personally.
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It was some time later before Nic and his boss met up again, both appearing extremely tired to the other, but also extremely happy. They soon both headed to his office to converse what exactly what going to happen with the new patient that Nic was to take care of.
"You do realize that I can't allow myself to get involved with this, right?" Dr. Sorensen said quite bluntly.
"Yeh, but I'm willing to accept the consequences should somethin' go wrong... Besides, when has my judgment steered you wrong?" Nic asked with a tired grin.
"Granted... Alright, let's discuss this further in the morning, I need some sleep, I can't stay awake anymore, Good night." Dr. Sorensen said, stretching out on his cot he had been sitting on, leaving Nic to say one last parting development;
"By the way, your money problems should be over with this case, She's worth over 2,000,000 SLC for being rehabilitated, and over 300,000 for capture and successful taming alone... Just thought you should know, g'night." He said, leaving Dr. Sorensen to stare after him in amazement.