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Perry

I get off at the first stop that I can, less than half a mile from where I'd boarded the bus. I quickly pay for the ride then exit.

I walk off a ways and try to flag down a taxi. I'm more than a little surprised when one actually stops. I hop in the back.

The cab driver turns around and hands me a piece of paper and a pen. "Where to?" he asks. I gawk at him, shocked at his adapting to the knowledge that he's driving a platypus around. "What, you think you're the first intelligent animal I've driven around? Just because not everyone knows 'bout you lot don't mean we all don't. Now where to?"

I quickly write down the address of the O.W.C.A.-run hotel and hand him the piece of paper. As I hand it to him, I make certain that the meter's on.

"Ah, that hotel, eh? It's pretty common for you animal folks. Something I should know about it?"

I give him a blank look.

He shrugs and within a few minutes, we're back at the hotel. I pay him accordingly and climb out. I enter the hotel and walk up to the manager. She frowns at me.

"What was that all about?" she demands. I blink at her. I don't have my notepad and pen. She sighs and shakes her head. "Whatever, it's not my business."

I nod my head in thanks then turn to go back up to my room. I open the door and walk inside. I throw my suitcase on my bed and head straight for the locked drawer. I quickly open it and get out my paired device.

It feels wrong, going through Diana's phone. It isn't the first time I've done something like this. Then again, this is the first time I've done this to someone I care about. I open it up and quickly look through her calls. Nothing, no calls. Not entirely uncommon, we are animals, after all, and not many animals have phones.

I open up her texts and quickly see that there's plenty of those. All from only one person, whose handle simply reads "Mother". I raise an eyebrow at that. Didn't Diana say her parents had been killed when she was just a year old? If that's the case, then who is this?

I open up the texts and go to the very beginning.

Where are you? You have a client waiting.

This message had come from "Mother." It's almost two years old. I close my eyes as I remember that that's around the time Diana's parents had died. I open my eyes and look at Diana's response.

I'm not coming

You're never getting it if you don't come.

What is "it"? I wonder, leaning back. Whatever it is, it's clearly important, considering Diana's response.

I'll be there soon

I furrow my brow. I haven't learned anything from that small exchange. And despite the messages being almost two years old, there are only about two hundred more messages after that. As I scan through them, I see that as time went on, there was less protest from Diana and she simply responded to Mother's demands. I come across the most recent ones, from this morning.

Who's Axel? As I think about it, and the timing of it all, I quickly realize who it likely is. It's very possible that Axel is the bulldog who I'd put into submission. I look at the time these messages had been sent.

I close my eyes. They'd been sent just minutes before I found Diana crying. Something was about to happen and it was filling her hopelessness. That's why she wanted to know if it was possible for me to hate her. Whatever was about to happen was probably going to be horrible.

I remember the way the bulldog had been acting around Diana. There had been lust in his eyes. He'd clearly wanted to use her. And he had been familiar with her, knowing her from somewhere. I suddenly feel sick as I make the connection.

He's going to force himself onto her.

I quickly reread the messages. Okay, I have until noon. I have to find her and stop this from happening. But then I remember something.

What is "it." Diana wants whatever it is to remain protected. If I just barge in, I might lead to her losing it. And from the way she complies with Mother, she'd hate that.

I squeeze my eyes shut. Is there nothing I can do? Surely I can do something to protect her. I can't just let this Axel violate her and get away with it. She's distressed over what's about to happen, and what makes it worse is she knows that it's coming. It's horrible and disgusting.

I go into the restroom and vomit into the toilet. It's making me sick knowing that I can't help her get out of this.

Then I make another connection. Axel is a "client". And if Axel is a "client"… who's probably going to do something unspeakable to Diana… and there have been "clients" for the past two years…

I vomit again. The thought of all of this makes me feel disgusting, and I'm not even the victim. I can't even imagine what Diana's been going through. I can understand why she doesn't want to talk about it.

I flush the toilet and wash my hands. I then wash my mouth out to get the acids out. I spit into the sink and look up into the mirror. I look terrible.

I look down at my watch. It's almost nine o'clock. Diana is 'seeing' Axel in three hours. I don't have long to do something. I may not be able to stop what's about to happen, but I can sure as hell start coming up with a plan.

I run out of my room and the hotel, heading to the shopping center as quickly as I can. I enter a store and within a few minutes, I've left. I head back to the hotel and quickly take a shower, lathering myself in the new, mint scented shampoo I just bought.

After that's done, I get out and dry myself off. I pick up my new temp dye and begin to coat myself in it. It takes several minutes along with very careful, precise movements. I look myself in the mirror.

I nod, satisfied. I go over to my drawer and pull out my contact case. I go back into the restroom and remove my contacts. I put them up and put in different ones. After blinking a few times, I look back into the mirror. I don't recognize the brown-fur, hazel-eyed platypus staring back at me. I check every inch of my body to make doubly certain I haven't missed a single spot.

I put on the black jeans and white hoodie I just bought on. I hide surveillance equipment on myself. I also grab a forensics kit and a medical kit…

I head down to the lobby. I approach the manager and chatter. She stares down at me, completely confused. Good, if she doesn't recognize me, then it's unlikely that Diana will.

"Can I help you?" she asks me. I nod in response and mime writing something down. She hands me a piece of paper and a pen.

I quickly write down what I want to say. I'm Agent P. I'm going undercover. This isn't official. If I'm not back by seven tonight, inform Agent Pinky of Admiral Wanda Acronym's division. I hand her the piece of paper. Her eyes widen as soon as she reads the first sentence.

"I didn't recognize you at all…" she mutters. She looks down at me. "Does this have to do with that other platypus?" I nod solemnly. She sighs. "I don't know what's going on, but good luck, Agent P."

I salute before turning and leaving the hotel. I pull out my phone and activate the tracker I placed on Diana. It shows her on the outskirts of the city, about an hour's walk away. I begin to head there.

As I walk down the sidewalk, I begin practicing my chattering. I need to change my speech patterns if I'm going to successfully go undercover. Diana is familiar enough with me that she'd recognize my voice if I speak.

Every step I take seems to get heavier and heavier. I was about to spy on Diana, and it makes me sick. She completely trusts me, and here I am exploiting that trust. She'd promised to tell me everything that was going on once I got back. Well, technically, I'm back.

After about thirty minutes, I've completely changed my accent. I now sounds much more like a native Australian, despite not having actually been born there. With my voice changed, I begin to work on my mannerisms.

I loosen my muscles and begin to change the way I hold my face. I'm not sure what I'm going to come across. Whatever it is I'm about to walk into, I have a feeling it's going to require me to compartmentalize.

I pull out my phone and check my messages. Pinky's texted me, and I also have a message from my "ally." I delete the latter without looking at it and read Pinky's message.

anything exciting happen btwn u 2?

I feel my eye twitch as I remember the connections I'd made and the likelihood that I was correct in my assumptions.

Screw it, I think. I'm not hiding this anymore. I respond to his message.

She's in danger, Pinky.

I put my phone up and keep walking down the street, continuing to practice my facial reactions. My phone vibrates a few moments later. I look for a bench and sit down, pulling my phone out of my pocket again.

What happened, Perry?

She's involved in something and I don't know what to do. I can't do anything to help. I just don't know what to do.

Do you love her?

Yes.

Does she know?

Yes.

Isn't that enough?

Unfortunately, no. Something's going on. I'm trying to figure out how to help.

Do you need me to come and help?

No, amigo. I just need to think. Thank you for talking to me.

Perry, I'm your friend. I'm here if you need me. Let me know if I can help.

I will. Thank you.

I put my phone away and look up at the sky. Knowing that Pinky is willing to come at a moment's notice really lifts my spirits. He's a great friend, and I'm more than thankful that he's there for me. I take a deep breath, stand up, and continue to make my way to where Diana's signal is coming from.

It seems to take forever, but I find where it's coming from. I check my watch. It's almost eleven o'clock. I suck in my breath at the sight of what's before me.

I'm staring at a huge mansion. It's two stories high, ornately decorated with columns at its entrance. There are white bricks donning the outside of the building. It looks very modern. I look up and down it from a distance, hidden behind another building. I begin observing the area around the mansion.

About forty minutes pass and then I see someone approach the mansion. I feel a growl rise in my throat. I was right.

Axel is the bulldog from the concert.

It takes all of my self control not to rush out and beat the hell out of him. He enters the mansion.

I just wait, not keeping track of time. However, I do eventually see Axel walk out of the mansion. I look at my watch. It's two o'clock.

I cover my mouth, resisting the urge to empty my intestines again. As he walks away from the mansion, I begin to approach him.

He notices me almost instantly and tenses up.

"'Ello there, mate," I call to him, grateful that I'm able to focus enough to keep up my acting.

He cocks an eyebrow at me. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I heard about this place from a friend of mine," I say, indicating the mansion. "He didn't say much, though."

"Is that so?" Axel asks, turning to face me. "And what are you looking to know?"

"What it is," I say, letting a devilish grin cross my face. "He mentioned the place being a lot of 'fun,' if you catch my drift. I wanna get in on it."

"Your friend of client of theirs?"

"A client?" I ask, blinking. "Fuck if I know. The bastard didn't say much, just that I should ask someone I see walking out."

Axel raised an eyebrow at me. I hope he's buying it. "Your friend talks too much."

"Yeah. He's a real earbasher."

Axel narrows his eyes at me. I barely manage to resist the urge to swallow my saliva.

"Go in the front door, and talk to Mother. She's the human at the front desk. She can set you up with an 'appointment.'" He snickers as he says the last word. "I just got done with mine: got two rounds for the price of one!"

I had difficulty holding back earlier, so I have no idea how I don't snap at this. He's right in front of me, it would be so easy to strangle him.

"If Mother's human then how will she understand me?"

"Same as the rest of us: paper and pen," Axel says with a shrug. "Have fun! And considering your species, I recommend signing up for Diana. She's a blast!"

I feel the fire in my chest grow as my rage becomes almost unmanageable. If I didn't think that Diana's life was possibly in danger, I probably would've killed Axel here and now.

Axel laughs and walks away, clearly pleased with himself. I turn away from him, disgusted, and walk up to the mansion. I open the front door and walk inside.