GR888

The night drive home was quiet enough for Wolf to think. Webs decided to stay with Officer Bill and Bob for more information. Wolf mentioned he needed some space, so the others walked back home, save for one person.

Wolf glanced over at a mildly irate Diane who tapped her finger on her crossed arms. "I didn't do anything with her, I promise."

"Oh, I believe you."

"Why does that face say otherwise?" Wolf asked, glancing off the road to her. Foxington's face slackened and she dropped her arms.

"Sorry, it's just... we've never dealt with a criminal that openly attacked someone, especially a police officer."

"Really?"

"Most of the crooks around here are more interested in robbery and stealing more than the next guy," Diane shrugged. "It's really a lame competition."

"Says the woman who never got caught," Wolf smirked. Diane smiled but her scowl returned quickly under the street's night lights.

"Two things don't add up. It's obvious that Luggins knows this Lillia Lambs, but why would Lambs want to get rid of her?"

Wolf shrugged as they stopped at a red light. "She mentioned being a merchant, though I get the idea that she's not working for anyone. Maybe Luggins hurt her feelings. I can relate," He grumbled.

Diane raised her eyebrow. "I know you two don't have the best history-"

"Huge understatement," Wolf growled.

"But she's still a police officer. You know, one of the good guys?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Now that you're working for good, you have to work with... you know, good people."

Wolf stared at Diane for a moment before speeding off under the green light. "No one's innocent."

Diane sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right about that."

Suddenly, the fox's phone rang. "Hello? Webs? Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, what's wrong?" Wolf's fur stood up on the back of his neck. Diane quickly took a look at Wolf's arm. "Yeah, he's still wearing it, why?" Wolf looked at the watch he got from Luggins. Something reflected back at him through its shiny surface. He glimpsed at the rear-view mirror.

"Look out!"

Wolf ducked Diane's head out of the way. A hissing electric sound flew over them and exploded an empty car to the side. The fox and wolf looked back and saw a sleek motorcycle speeding up with a big weapon aimed at them. The driver had a silver mirrored helmet on their head with a black biker jumpsuit. "It's her! Hang on!" Wolf floored the gas and drove off down the street. Weaving and ducking through different cars, Wolf tried his best to lose the motorist. Diane looked back. The mysterious biker nimbly sped through two trucks and took aim at their rear.

"On your left!"

Wolf swerved right. A blue flash of electricity hissed by them and electrified another car in front of them. The car sped out of control and crashed into another on the side.

"She's got an electronic disruptor!"

"What's that?"

"If she hits this car, we're dead meat."

"Hang on!" Wolf shouted. He swerved to the left shoulder and turned up a ramp. Dodging and weaving through oncoming traffic, he sped onto the overpass while the driver sailed by underneath. "Haha! Suck it Lambs."

"Well, it's nice to know you can drive in an emergency," Diane nervously chuckled.

"You really think so?"

"Wolf! The road!" He looked forward and saw the motorcycle jump onto the street in front of them.

"Oh come on!" Wolf took a sharp right and gunned off the highway into the local road. Weaving and dodging cars left and right, Wolf glanced back and saw no motorcycle. "I think we lost her."

"You really have to stop saying things like that."

"Why?"

Then they heard a familiar revving. They turned back and saw the motorcycle right on their tail.

"Because they don't stay true for long!" Diane shouted.

"Hang on!"

"Way ahead of you!"

Wolf suddenly pumped the brakes. The driver skidded around the car and passed Wolf's side. Wolf watched as the reflective shield of the motorist's helmet showed the canine's shocked face. The motorcycle skidded around and halted right in front of them with the electric disruptor aimed at their car.

"What do we do?" Foxington asked.

"Follow my lead," Wolf said. He stepped out of the car and held his hands up.

"What are you doing?"

"It worked the last time."

"That's because I was there to save your butt," Diane hissed. Wolf motioned with his head. Diane groaned and got out of the car.

"Sooo uh hey," Wolf started. The driver's motorcycle revved quietly as they stood. "Uhh, any reason why you wanna kill us?"

"Where is she?" Said the driver.

"Uhhh, who?"

The driver pulled off the helmet, showing a familiar wooly head. "Where is she, Wolf?"

"Ah! Lillia Lambs. Nice to see you, again. Well not really."

"You're buying time. Look, I'm not gonna kill you. I just want to know where is Chief Luggins."

"Uhhh, I actually don't know."

The sheep shook her head, parked her motorcycle, and marched passed the two canines. "Whoa, whoa, that's my car."

"Yeah, I know." She popped the trunk open and looked. Nothing. "What the..."

"Who are you?" Diane asked. Lambs slammed the trunk down and marched up to Wolf. She stared at him and then his arm.

She smiled, "Ah, she used you as bait."

"Wh... what?" Wolf mumbled. Lambs quickly took the watch off of him.

"This watch has a tracker on it and a detonator's signal. The same one for the bomb. And now that she's not wearing it." She threw the watch to the ground and crushed it under her foot. "I can finally get rid of that bad reminder."

"Who are you?" Diane asked.

Lambs raised her eyebrow. "Aren't you the governor here?"

"I asked first."

"Oh, my deepest apologies," Lambs bowed humorously. "The name's Lillia Lambs. I don't think you've heard the name before."

"It... sounds vaguely familiar."

Lamb's eyes grew wider. "Hmm, maybe you know more than you let on," She smirked.

"Why were you trying to kill us?" Wolf asked.

"I'm not trying to kill you," Lambs rolled her eyes, "I'm trying to track down Misty."

"Misty?" Wolf narrowed his eyes before widening them back out. "Officer Luggins?"

"The same."

"Why?"

"I wanted to... talk with her," Lambs said carefully, walking over to her bike. "But knowing that she's running from me, that makes this whole thing harder but more fun."

"What are you trying to do?" Wolf asked.

Lambs pulled out something from underneath her seat and tossed it to Wolf's feet. It was a folder.

"When you see Luggins, give that to her. And tell her not to try and escape. I'll figure out where she is. No matter what," Lambs threw on her helmet, got on her bike, and revved away.

"That was... interesting," Diane breathed a sigh of relief. Wolf picked up the folder and opened it. "What does it say?"

"There's nothing in here." He looked at the label. "GR-888."

"I don't know what Luggins knows about the sheep, but this girl has some game," Diane said, staring in the direction where the sheep left. She took the folder from Wolf. "Let's get this to Luggins and start asking questions."

"No!" Wolf snatched it from her. Diane narrowed her eyes. "Look, we both know that Luggins is hiding something about Lambs. Which means, the fewer cards she knows we have, the less she can hide."

The fox crossed her arms but gave a reluctant sigh. "Alright, fine. Let's find Luggins first, not tell her about what happened, and then go to the precinct to ask Bob and Bill about the folder."

"Yeah," Wolf murmured. He stared down the road. The sound of Lambs' motorcycle was still in his ear. "Hmm."

"You coming?"

"Yeah, yeah," He said absentmindedly.

"You're right about one thing," Diane said, sitting in the passenger seat. "This is a different kind of criminal."

"Hm," Wolf grunted, thrusting the gear in drive. "Maybe she's not the real criminal."

He never explained what he meant, but Diane guessed he already had a lot on his mind. But what he had on his mind worried her. As Wolf's car sped down the road, his laser focus stared into oblivion. A hard scowl that threatened to growl crossed his face, and it didn't leave for the whole drive.

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