Pawson woke up , later than usual. He opened his eyes slowly ,seeing the bright light from outside through the window. "Usually it's not this bad. UUGH." He complained with annoyance in his voice. He looked around his bed and saw that his partner was missing. 'She must be making breakfast.' then he looked at the clock on the bedside counter. "WHAT?" The clock read : 11:32. "Wow, I was exhausted from yesterday." He got up now knowing that he was in bed for a very long time. He waltzed clumsily to the kitchen, feeling that he was slightly hungry, since he didn't eat since yesterday at about 7:45pm. His stomach then rumbled to confirm his suspicions. "Thank you body, I was well aware of this." He walked to the kitchen where he found a note on the counter.

'Hey, I would've woken you up but you were sleeping so peacefully and you have a day off.

There's a salad in the fridge if you want it.

Have to go to work now

-Lots of Love Mary.'

"Well, that makes one decision easier." He walked to the fridge and pulled out the healthy meal that was now destined to be his breakfast. The salad was your stereotypical salad but also had berries jotted around. "Nice." He ate the small meal without sitting down and since he was on his own, without taking any cutlery. While eating, he was thinking about he would be doing today. 'First go to that factory to collect pistols. Then start looking through these locations. If I guess correctly, then they are active all the time.' He looked at the map and saw that there was one that very very out of the way location and decided that he should go there first. The map pointed to a place on the very edge where very little was actually built. 'This must be the easiest one to find.' Jacob thought, as he considered how many buildings could be there. He groaned, still being exhausted and unwilling to leave his cosy apartment. He looked at the door then noticed his new briefcase. "That will be trouble at some point." He then thought about its contents. "Or it could save me from it." He walked up to it and pulled out the rifle that resided inside it. He then proceeded to point the empty gun around the apartment to get a feel for it and not be surprised later when having to use the gun and it feels too heavy. "Not as heavy as I expected but there is still some weight to it. Good to know." He carefully replaced the empty assault rifle back into the suitcase. "This will be another long day at the off-" He then sighed realising what he said. "Right, not at the office today." He then groaned. After a few seconds of him remaining seated in his chair, he looked around the room, staring at the beige walls and flowers that were plastered over the bottom. The even spread of roses and tulips spread across the bottom of the floor re-encouraged the sad raccoon sitting in the empty kitchen.

He finally stood up, seemingly exhausting all his will to do so. He was still contemplating whether he was doing the right thing. "Ah, to hell with this, right and wrong is in the eyes of the beholder and the ends justify the means. They need me." He picked up the case and loaded the rifle that was inside. After that was done, he headed out and locked the door behind him. He walked downstairs , where he entered his car and drove back to that decrepit factory.

He arrived at the place and it was the first time he saw it in the middle of the day. Vines crawled up the side, appearing to be the only thing holding up the structure at this point. The concrete walls were cracked and damaged but still standing, presenting the sheer determination the factory possessed. The grey of the building was very dull and created a very boring and draining atmosphere. It was honestly a complete day and night difference from the lively and more colourful inside. Jacob walked inside and saw that the gunsmith was standing around just minding his own business.

"Hey, is it done?"

"Yeah, finished it a few hours ago. They will be on the table. Made sure that there'll be no issues with you trying to punch others with the top of the pistols but still use it as a last resort not as a main form of fighting. Guns are quite delicate like that."

"Thanks, I understand that. I'll be downstairs." Pawson grabbed his briefcase and strode towards the workbench. He gently and semi-cautiously opened the door, fearing that someone was still there. It was empty, fortunately, so he only had to walk in and grab his two guns. His two pistols laid in the middle of the table. They possessed a chrome finish and looked intricately designed. The grips had interesting engravings, even though it wasn't asked for. "I thought engravings gave no tactical advantage." He picked the pistols up and swung them around quickly to adjust to them. They were slightly more weighted than before but it wasn't too much difference and so he could still use it. He then noticed that on both guns there was a finger loop just after the trigger guard, letting the gun be held like a brass knuckle. He fitted his paw to fit as it was supposed to , to be able to punch with the pistols. He threw a few jabs and hooks with the pistols on his fists and wanted to get a quick feel for the weapons he has just acquired. He then spun the pistols on his finger to get a good grip. "Still feels good to hold." He pointed them at the door since it was in front of him. Just as he did that someone pushed through the door and was met with two barrels pointed at their chest.

"So, you still messing with firearms."

"Oops, sorry Damians, didn't mean to."

"It's fine, if you were to shoot me , you wouldn't have. Those are on safety and unloaded." He looked at the two pistols and noticed that there were no magazines and the safety was on.

"Oh, so they are."

The large lion stepped past and replaced an M21 EBR he taken before. "Don't accidentally shoot yourself." He advised with a tired groan. "It would make everything more complicated, such as why a offduty cop is here of all places." Jacob walked downstairs and Lionel followed, more out of fear for the small childish raccoon than out of any self-interest. Jacob walked up to a booth and placed down his case. From there he pulled out a honey badger. "Why do you have that? Who in their right mind gave it to you?"

"What? This?" He held up the rifle that was loaded now.

"Woah, woah, woah, you'll kill us all in here."

"Oops, you right." He quickly pointed the gun down range. Neither put on any ear protection as the weapon was suppressed. "Firing down range." He then aimed down the range and started to shoot. The recoil of the gun was slightly less to what he expected and thus controlled the gun surprisingly well and hit fairly accurately, having a mostly in one condensed area. "Huh, pretty good, if I do say so myself." He then taken his Desert Eagle and loaded that instead.

"Wait, why do you have that as well? Am I the only one who thinks giving a recruit cop who has the mindset of a five year old is a horrible idea?" He walked over to the raccoon and placed his paw in front of the gunmammals face. "Just in case the gun decides to fly out of your grip." Jacob nodded then pulled the trigger. He fired at a controlled rate and hit once again fairly accurately hitting 8s and 9s consistently. "Now that we aren't going to lose a limb due to your ignorance, I'll ask again, why do you have those?" There was a slight panic in the lion's voice.

"Oh, I was trying to find my partner and her unlucky friend."

"What happened to them now?"

"They're kitnapped."

"Fucksake." The lion muttered under his breath. "What are you planning now? It can't be knock on their door and go in guns blazing."

"Why not? No-one would expect it and I'm the one with a loaded gun."

"You really think you can kill a bunch of mammals and find what you are looking for?"

"Ooo, that is a good question but I'd say yeah, I could."

The lion then pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the off-duty police officer. "Now what? You'd be dead."

"Well, I wouldn't be caught with my pants down like that but okay."

"Lets say you were reloading." Just then Jacob pulls out his M9.

"You have a third gun? You have a third gun. You have a third gun on you. Why?"

"I think I just answered two questions with one action." He smirked before pulling the trigger, demonstrating he was willing. *Click.

The lion just lowered his arm and was now questioning why he was still talking to this fool. He held his chest with a tight grip. "I never would've guessed a childish mammal would make me so stressed but here you are, giving me grey no scratch that white fur." Lionel started to leave as he didn't want to have any other issues.

"Wait." Pawson called out. "I know this is going to be a selfish, weird request but can you teach me to act more..." He rolled his paws in front of him.

"Like a criminal?"

"Yeah, that."

"Why would I do that? You already have me almost dead."

"I need it, and you seem to be the only one I trust with this."

"Me? Psssh, please literally anyone else would be better."

"But you are the only one who wanted to help me." The lion stood and stared at the raccoon before him. "Everyone else either doesn't trust me or is doing this because of a contact we have." He then looked the lion in the eyes and with his monotone voice continued. "I need this." The lion nearly flinched at that voice but didn't instead walking over and crouching down.

"You got the looks, the things and the voice. What you need to work on is your behaviour. Act either crazy or extremely calculated or if you know how both."

"I don't follow, what do you mean act crazy?"

"Well, you need to act unpredictable if you want to do what I think you want to do. Act in a way that would unsettle any mammal and cause them to fear you. But if you want to mingle, act tame, like a wallflower. Don't be showing yourself off and just blend in. When discussing harrowing subjects, treat it like your regular day on the job."

"Thanks, I mean it, thank you." The two started to leave the shooting range.

"You are much better with that gun than before, how come?"

"There was a study that if you imagine to do something then it is just as good as practising."

"Knowing you , you are practising right now."

"Guess you could say that." Back upstairs, the two split paths and Pawson left the factory and returned to his car. "Now to get to that place."

A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapters but I really feel that having longer ones would make no sense.

Next will probably be Finnick unless I decide otherwise, but both are doing important things right now so what do I know.

I may not upload anything soon by the way due to complications I'm having but with that I wish you all a good week and see you all.