Tachibana pursed her lips after listening to the sheriff and the FBI agent sitting across from her at her Estate. The elder were-vixen was only made aware of Peter Talbot being shot at only a few hours ago. Trying to get ahold of Leon to find out more information from a more direct source; she was unamused that the were-lion king was not answering his cellphone. Finding out that the perp that shot Peter, was the son of a mobster and said mobster was in town already raising a ruckus trying to get his son out of jail; Tachibana was growling, clearly upset.
“I know the situation may seem dire,” the sheriff sighing; “but we wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important.”
“As an FBI agent,” Brooke Reed speaking; “I am duty bound to make sure Daniel Parker is brought back to San-Francisco to face the charges he is on the run from.”
Tachibana stares at the were-grizzly and the new werewolf. While Tachibana was no stranger to Sheriff Cooper’s were-grizzly fursona; Seeing Agent Reed’s werewolf form resembling that of an arctic wolf. While her fur was not pure white, a noticeable shock of black could be seen on her head and the tip of her tail. The amber eyes staring back at Tachibana; denoting the seriousness of her intention, Tachibana sighs as she knows what this might mean.
“We will need to issue warnings for the local were population,” Tachibana grumbling but gets interrupted.
“Samantha has already started on that,” Sheriff Cooper answering; “it means no shifting after sunset when outside and the worst of it all-“
“The Labor day picnic,” Tachibana shaking her head; “yes this is serious. Sheriff, Agent Reed,” Tachibana staring at them intently; “are you certain that this Frederick Parker will cause problems to our town?”
“His son is languishing in jail for shooting Peter Talbot,” Sheriff Cooper responding; “sending in a cadre of lawyers to try and hoodwink Judge Flagg into letting the man go free didn’t work.”
“Let’s not forget,” Agent Reed growling; “that Frederick Parker managed to slip the FBI agents tailing him back in San-Francisco. Freddie the shark,” Agent Reed adding; “is currently under investigation of running a protection racket and several unsolved murders. I was informed of this when I called the director requesting agent backup upon seeing the man in the court house for his son’s arraignment.”
“Alright,” Tachibana waving her paws signaling the agent to stop; “I’ll send for Daisuke he and his security officers should be able to help you out.”
Before Daisuke could enter, Tachibana’s great granddaughter Megumi enters into the room. The young were-vixen rushing up to Tachibana and giving her a big hug; Tachibana was surprised to see the girl.
“Well child,” Tachibana speaking in Japanese; “when did you get back?”
“This morning grandma-san,” Megumi answering; “Tokyo was fun with mom.”
“I’m sure your dad must be happy to see you back,” Tachibana smiling; “speaking of your dad where is Daisuke?”
“With mom,” Megumi grinning; “you couldn’t peel those two off each other if you know what I mean.”
“Well,” Tachibana shaking her head; “remind your father there is some important business that has come up and I need him now,”
Both Agent Reed and Sheriff Cooper watch the little were-vixen dash off, her tail happily swaying as she leaves the room; neither understanding a single word the young girl said to her great grandmother. Tachibana turning to look at them could only smile.
“I don’t often get to see my great granddaughter Megumi," Tachibana sighing; “my duties at Tachibana Enterprises and as a council member-“
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Daisuke dashing into the study; “my wife and daughter only just returned from their summer tour of Japan.”
“I know,” Tachibana answering; “Megumi was just in here. But now that you are here,” Tachibana getting serious; “we have a major situation brewing and your assistance is required.”
******
As the nameless hoodlum was about to open the door to Peter’s room; two large men stop him by yanking him back into the hallway. With the orderlies witnessing the altercation, they were about to call security but notice one of the men was a state trooper. Knowing better not to interfere they pretend nothing was happening as the hoodlum was dragged into an empty hospital room.
“You better have a good reason for wanting to visit Peter,” Leon snarling at the hoodlum.
“I-I’m just here to deliver flowers,” the hoodlum looking genuinely frighten and holding up the flowers in his possession.
Leon grabbing the flowers as Eugene frisks the man; Leon looks at the card to see that it was blank.
“Who sent them,” Leon growling; “was it Freddie Parker?”
The hoodlum doesn’t answer as he glares at the large man; knowing the state trooper is about to find is concealed weapon, he tries to make a move when the state trooper showing a surprising amount of strength, slams him to the ground stunning him as a security guard appears.
“What is the meaning of this,” the guard looking on.
“I’m arresting this man,” Eugene looking at the man and picking up the scent of were-skunk; “carrying a concealed weapon without a permit in the state of Washington is a crime.”
“He was armed,” Leon look red with rage and then punching the hoodlum in face, breaking his nose and possible knocking out some teeth; “were you going to kill my son?!
“Fuck you,” the hoodlum spitting blood in Leon’s face; “I got nothing to say to you.”
“I’ll take him back to the police station,” Eugene effortlessly keeping the man still; “you be with Peter, uncle Leon.”
“Uncle,” the hoodlum looking stunned; “you have pigs on your payroll?”
Leon just growls as he watches Eugene drag the man out of the hospital; staring at the security guard, he slaps the flowers onto his hands as he heads into the room across the hall.
"Useless were-skunk," Leon snarls.
“Dad,” Peter looking at Leon as he enters the room; “what was the commotion outside?”
“Nothing you need to be concerned of,” Leon sighing; “but I have called for some of your uncles and cousins to watch over you.”
“Why,” Peter wincing as he tries to sit up in bed; “why the security?”
“Because the fuck twat that shot at you,” Leon growling; “is the son of a mobster. That mobster is in town causing a shit storm of trouble.”
“And here I though having a tube shoved up my junk,” the were-lion grimacing; “was bad enough.”
“They put a catheter in you,” Leon looking at his were-lion son.
“I found out the hard way when this hot looking female were-rabbit doctor entered the room,” Peter grinning; “getting an erection made me nearly roar in pain after seeing her stacked in all the right places.”
“Ouch,” Leon laughing; “well at least you’re okay. Where is your mother and sister?”
“With Nate,” Peter sighing; “they left to talk to Nate’s parents what happened last night.”
“Guess that means I’ll hang out here,” Leon looking at his son; “I get a ride back to the house once your uncles get here to keep an eye on you.”