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Pinky
To say that I was annoyed when Agent E, an eagle agent whose name I simply cannot remember for the life of me, called and ordered me to come to headquarters would be an understatement. I was honestly a little angry.
I'm on vacation, for crying out loud! A vacation that's been ordered down from the top of the organization.
But then he told me that it had been Perry who'd requested that I come back to the agency. I didn't hesitate once he told me that. I had slipped away from Isabella and Vivian as quickly and quietly as I could. They didn't even notice I had gotten away until I was out of sight.
And now I'm in the air on my hoverjet, the air blowing past my face, my engines running at full power. I don't have my fedora on yet. Less obstruction from the wind. The feeling of the air flowing through my fur fills me with a sense of calm that I don't often get; not with Isabella around, constantly talking about Phineas. It's adorable, sure, but it's stressful, too. I'm convincing it contributes to my constant shaking.
About thirty minutes after I got Agent E's call, I arrive at the O.W.C.A.'s Danville headquarters. I put on my fedora and hop out. I don't come here very often, as it isn't necessary. Being a part of Wanda's division gives me a lot more free time than Perry gets. She isn't as strict with her orders, and she tries to give us breaks pretty often.
But despite not coming here often, I do know my way around. So it doesn't take me long to find my way to the conference room that Agent E ordered me to appear in. On my way, I see Agent S, a chameleon. He's heading the same way I am.
"Hey, Steve, wait!" I call to him. He turns and looks at me. His face brightens slightly.
"Hola, Pinky," he smiles. "¿Qué tal?"
I smile at him. He's been trying to learn the animal equivalent of Spanish, but his American accent is still very thick. "Estoy bien. Agent E call you in, too?"
"Yeah. I have no clue what's going on. Do you?"
I nod solemnly, my smile disappearing. "I have a pretty good idea. I don't know what exactly is going on, but I know it's important."
"Care to fill me in?"
"Agent E will. It's not my right to tell you. Agent E has all the details. I don't."
He nods, seemingly understanding me. We continue to head to the conference room.
And I'm correct, it's not my right. Perry has given me almost no details about what's going on with him and the girl he's been hanging out with. I don't know anything outside of "she's in danger" and that he loves her.
I thought that things had started to work themselves out, since our last conversation had ended pretty well. But if he was having a bunch of agents suddenly come together, then something terrible must've happened. Perry isn't the type of individual who relies on others. So if he wants help, then something is going on, and I'm admittedly terrified to learn what it is.
Steve and I enter the conference room. It's a bland, brown room with a dark, circular table in its center. Agent E is standing at the end of it, across from the door. Two of the four chairs around the table are filled. Steve and I are the last two to arrive. We salute Agent E.
He salutes back and we make our way to the open chairs. He sits away from me, and I sit next to Callie, one of my closest friends. She smiles at me, but I don't return it. She instantly understands. If I'm not smiling, me of all creatures, then whatever we're about to be told is terrible.
I take a look around the table. Aside from Callie, Steve and myself, there's also Peter the panda in the room. That's when I realize something. Each of us are top level field agents. And we're each small animals. We've been picked for a reason.
"Thank you all for coming on such short notice," Agent E starts. "I'm going to get straight to the point. Agent Perry the platypus has a mission for you four. Yes, I am aware that he is on vacation, but he needs you, desperately."
My heart sinks when I hear that. He really is in trouble.
"One hour ago, I received an email from him along with instructions and an audio file. This audio file is an interview that I will play for you in a minute. But right now you need to know that you are being ordered by both me and Agent Perry to go on this mission. I've listened to the interview and it's highly important that you succeed.
"Agent Perry met someone a few days ago, as I'm sure you're all aware." Peter snickers when Agent E says this. "Yes, laugh it up. You won't be in a minute. Her name is Diana. She's involved in something called 'Mother's Mansion.' And that is what the audio file is for. To explain what that is. I've cut it down to the most important bits."
Agent E pulls out his phone and sets it on the table. A few moments later, I hear a voice come from it. It's Perry's.
"My name is Agent Perry Bartholomew Flynn-Fletcher, O.W.C.A., Primary Danville Division, and I hereby submit this evidence with the consent of Diana the platypus."
The words shock me. I've known Perry for my entire life, and I've never heard him use his middle name when submitting something like this. This audio is clearly incredibly important, and I don't even know what's coming next. I lean forward, as do the others.
"'Ello there, mate," a deep voice with a thick Australian accent comes next. I narrow my eyes. It sounds a little like Perry. If it is, then he's undercover.
"What the fuck do you want?" another voice comes. It's a deep bark. If I remember all of my language identification correctly, it's a bulldog.
"I heard about this place from a friend of mine," 'Perry's' voice comes again.
"—what are you looking to know?"
"What it is." If this is Perry, then holy shit. I never realized he was this good of an actor. He sounds evil. Genuinely evil. "He mentioned the place being a lot of 'fun,' if you catch my drift. I wanna get in on it."
'Fun?' I think. Oh my God…
"—talk to Mother. —She can set you up with an 'appointment.'" The bulldog laughs. "I just got done with mine: got two rounds for the price of one!"
I cover my mouth, horrified. If what I think is going on is in fact going on, then…
"Have fun!" the bulldog's voice comes again. "And considering your species, I recommend signing up for Diana. She's a blast!"
I look around and see looks of horror plastered on everyone's faces. I can tell they're thinking the same things I am. I stare down at the phone playing the audio, when a new voice comes from it.
"Greetings." This voice is human, spoken in English. It's shrill, feminine. "Welcome to Mother's Mansion. How can I help you? —A 'special' appointment? Please fill out this form. —Thank you. Rest assured, all of the 'masseuses' are tested and clean. So, who do you have in mind? —Diana the platypus? That'll be one thousand dollars. —Thank you. She'll be ready for you by three o'clock. Please wait until then."
All of our faces show the shock of what we just heard.
"G'day, sheila. What should I call you, love?" I now really hope that this is Perry that I'm hearing. Because if it's not, then I think I'm going to throw up.
"Diana," comes a new voice. It's definitely a platypus chatter. I'm struck by how delicate she sounds. But at the same time, I pick up something else in her voice. Defeat. Fear. She sounds crushed. "You're new. What's your name?"
"Bartholomew," the Australian voice comes. My ears perk up. It is Perry! Thank God! That's why he used his full name when submitting this! So that we'd know it was him all along! "But you can call me Barry."
"And what do you want to do, Barry?"
"Princess…" This part of the audio is distorted. I can tell that it's been edited, likely to raise the volume. But forget that. I thought her name is Diana. I then realize that it's probably her nickname. "Is this room soundproof? … Are there security cameras in here?"
"You can't be here! You could ruin everything!" Diana sounds terrified. Ruin what?
"—Princess, what did he do to you?" Perry's voice isn't accented anymore. He sounds like himself.
I hear a sob. "God, Perry, it was horrible."
"—Princess, what did he do?"
"His deal was that he wouldn't tell Mother what happened at the concert if I— if I—" she starts sobbing again, unable to finish her sentence. I see Callie cover her mouth. I can understand why.
Diana continues. "This is Mother's Mansion. Mother took us from our families when we were young. She either just took us from our parents or killed them. We're kept here for her 'business.'
"Axel is a 'client.' —they pay for 'services.' Perry… for two years she's been— she's been forcing us to mate with clients for money."
There it is. The confirmation I didn't want to hear.
I slam my fist on the table. "Son of a bitch! Perry said she was involved in something dangerous, but I didn't imagine it was this bad!" I slam my fist again. "¡Joder!"
I get understanding glances from everyone in the room. They all look equally disgusted by what we just heard.
"How many of you are there?" Perry's voice asks.
"Nineteen."
"Holy shit…" Steve mutters, slumping back in his chair.
"Are you all animals?"
"Yes, all of the 'masseuses' are animals. But… not all of the clients are. —Some of them are humans…"
At that, Steve and Peter erupt in anger and Agent E pauses the audio. I don't move. I'm so shocked and horrified by that statement that I can't. Callie and I both fall back in our seats. I close my eyes and keep them closed.
Fucking hell, Perry, what did you stumble onto?
"Agents, control yourselves!" Agent E yells. The room is instantly engulfed by silence. "Thank you."
"Princess, what is it that Mother will take if you don't cooperate?"
"—it's a cure. —for me. And the others. —When Mother catches one of us, she poisons us. —it permanently stops our ovulation cycles. I have to stay if I ever want to have children…"
The room is engulfed by shocked silence as the audio cuts out. I open my eyes and stare at the phone, my mouth gaping. Did I hear that correctly? Oh my God…
I close my eyes again and take a deep breath.
This is horrible. If she'd just been spayed to prevent her from having children, then they'd have to keep her there by force, and she'd try to escape. But by putting her on this, this… birth control, in a sense, she was given the hope that she would have kids one day if she 'works' for them. She's putting herself through this for her possible future kids.
It makes me sick.
And there are eighteen others going through the exact same thing.
Agent E picks up his phone and puts it away. "That is everything important in the recording. Agent Perry also collected physical evidence that will likely link itself to the bulldog heard early in the recording. As I'm sure you know, our mission is to destroy this 'business' called Mother's Mansion and arrest this 'Mother' and any associates of hers.
"But Agent Perry specifically stressed that this needs, absolutely needs to be a stealth mission. If Mother, the woman in charge of this organization, even suspects that something is wrong, or that one of them has ratted her out, she'll destroy the cure that Miss Diana spoke of.
"Your priority is to recover that cure at all costs. It is vital that no one is caught. If you don't get that cure, this mission will be considered a failure. Agent Perry has given me the address of Mother's Mansion and has mentioned its details. It's two stories tall and has a basement as well. It's more than ten thousand square feet."
"Excuse me, sir," Peter says. "But how are we going to search something that massive? And how do we even know that this 'cure' even exists?"
"We don't. Agent Perry has already expressed his doubts of its existence. He believes the animals were fixed, but that isn't the point. If this cure exists, then we need to recover it for the nineteen animals that are being held by Mother. That's why you're going in. You four are our best. You all, including Agent Perry, are our top five field agents for stealth.
"You ship out in one hour. You can get your rest on the plane. Get your things together. Dismissed."
Agent E walks around the table and out the door, leaving all of us still sitting in our chairs in dumbfounded silence.
I stare at the spot where the phone had been.
When Perry had said that she was in trouble, I had thought that maybe she had been injured. I had never imagined that she was, in reality, a sex slave.
I feel the sudden need to give Perry a hug. He needs one, considering what he's going through. If he really does love her, then his reaction to what's going on is probably ten times worse than mine.
"Oh my God…" Callie says, louder than she'd probably wanted to.
Peter hides his face in his paws. "Jesus Christ, Perry, what did you find?"
A thought crosses me, and I'm too slow to stop myself from letting it slip out. "He loves her. That's why he's exposing himself like this. He needs us."
Everyone looks at me. A look of jealousy momentarily crosses Callie's face, but it quickly vanishes. I'm proud of her, not letting her crush on Perry cloud her judgment. And Peter looks… I don't know. He's never treated Perry very well, and now Perry's reaching out, begging for his help. I can't imagine what's going through Peter's head.
"You heard Agent E," Steve exclaims. "Come on, y'all. We need to get ready! The jet leaves soon, we need to be on it!"
Steve instantly stands and rushes out of the room. Down to business, as always. And I agree with him. I jump out of my chair. Callie and Peter follow suit.
Time flies and I find myself on our fastest jet with the others. Our silence is deafening. I'm the most nervous I think I've ever been in my life, and my shaking is nigh uncontrollable.
Nineteen lives are on the line. Their freedom is on the line. That's our job, our mission: to free them by finding that cure. Once we have it, we've won: we can go home knowing that we've done good.
As we begin to take off, I look at my watch. It's a little after nine p.m. EST. We'll be there in just under an hour, arriving at six p.m. PST, and in action less than half an hour after that.
Don't worry, amigo. We're on our way.