Chapter 4:
Chase kicked a stone on the road as they walked home – as it would turn out, they lived only three miles away. The sign that read, "Salvage Yard" had thrown them off…yeah right.
"How are we gonna get this cash?" Jenna asked after a while.
"Sell the telly," Chase muttered. "It's a great set."
"That'll give us…" Jenna calculated. Though neither of them were math geniuses, Jenna was definitely the better of the two. She had never been moved to stupid math after getting a whopping great 'F' on the regular one. "That'll give us two-five, three at the most. We still need eleven more."
"Yeah," Chase sighed – and stopped.
"What?" Jenna asked.
Chase grinned wide. "I think we got our extra cash."
"What? Where?"
Jenna followed Chase's eyes to a wanted sign tacked on an electric post. "Wanted," she read aloud, "bounty hunters to capture two vigilantes. Reward, $16,000." Jenna smiled. "Well," she said, "why not? We haven't done it in a while."
"Exactly."
Three hours later, two she-kats sat alone in the Feral's office. The white one sat with her legs up on the edge of the desk, leaning her chair on it's back two legs, arms crossed over her chest. Her tail curled around her, and the tufts of hair in her ears fluffed up as she swivelled them around, listening for anything and everything.
The caramel one next to her was twirling a finger around the pink streaks in her brown hair. Unlike her partner, she was noticeably nervous. Every now and again she would look over her shoulder, as if she were expecting someone to grab her from behind.
Finally, Feral's great hulking figure blocked the doorway, arms folded neatly behind him. "Can I help you?" He asked, eyebrow raised.
"No, that's why we're here," the white cat said. "Take a seat."
The caramel one's tail flicked erratically; Feral knew she was nervous. The other one seemed too calm. He sat down behind his desk.
"We saw your poster," the white one said. "We can get these guys for you no problem."
"Oh?" he asked. "What makes you think you girls can get them when my men and I can't?"
"We're bounty hunters, Feral," the white one fumed. "It's our job."
"It's mine as well, and I've been through extensive training. I'm sorry, ladies, but your services are not needed."
"Well you're sure doing a shoddy job if these two are putting people behind bars," she snarled.
The caramel one kicked her in the shin. "Listen," she said, ever the voice of reason…sometimes, "we've been doing this for years, and we've put away a fair few. Why not give us a try? If we get 'em, you pay us. If we don't, too bad for us, yeah?"
Feral growled something under his breath.
"Look, what's it hurt to try?" the white one said, smashing her short-gloved hands on the desk.
Feral studied the masked she-kats through angry eyes.
"We won't leave till you give this to us," the caramel one said matter-of-factly. "And honestly, what have you got to loose? We fail, you win, we succeed, you win harder."
"Fine," he decided.
The two she-kats high-fived subtly under the desk.
"Names," he said, pulling a pen from one of his desk drawers.
"Jazz," the caramel one said.
"And Riot," the white one added.