"Moon Lake General? This is Ambulance #2," one paramedic said over their radio as the emergency vehicle pulled out of the Jenkins' Construction parking lot. "Be advised we have the patient stable for transport, but he is still critical at this time. We're coming in hot. Patient will need emergency surgery and at least one unit of O+ weredog upon arrival. Over," the paramedic continued as his partner monitored Henry Jenkins, Junior's vital signs.
"Roger that Bus 2. OR standing by," responded the voice on the other end of the radio.
"Oh Huck!" cried Betty, sitting close by and holding her boss' paw. "We just finally gotten through each other's stubbornness to admit how we feel about each other. Don't die on me now," she pleaded to the unconscious man, as the sirens heralded the ambulance's rapid trip through the streets of Moon Lake.
MEANWHILE...
Not knowing that he had shot the wrong man, the second henchman of Dieter Wilhelm was trying to make his way through the woods of Moon Lake as fast as he could on foot.
He considered himself in relatively good shape, hunting and fishing on a regular basis. Never smoking or doing illegal drugs. Only drinking, and not to excess, on weekends and NEVER while on a job, like right now.
Yet he couldn't understand how his pursuers of the Moon Lake Police Department managed to stay on his trail, let alone keep up with him for so long already.
These boys are good, he had to concede to himself, hiding behind a tree to catch his breath. Even the county mounties back in 'Bama would have given up by now. Thankfully I'm still armed, he thought, feeling the two guns tucked in the belt around his waist, but it'd be a waste of ammo unless they get closer, and that's something I'd rather not give them the chance to do!
Then he spotted a small stream of water up ahead and the back of an unidentified building in the distance beyond it.
Maybe I've got a chance to loose these guys after all, he thought happily, as he started running toward the stream.
CONCURRENTLY...
"Man, I wish I could shift into my fursona and really give that guy a taste of justice," one officer complained to another, even as their keen were senses continued following his trail.
"I know. I hear the victim is a fellow weredog, so I really want to take a bite out of crime," said the other cop, who also happened to be a German Shepard when furry.
"You do realize what we're drawing near, right?" asked the first cop. "He wouldn't be stupid enough to..."
"Your guess is as good as mine," answered the second cop, hearing more fellow officers approach. "You lead the rest on. I'll call headquarters and give them a sit rep," he said, grabbing his wrist radio.
ELSEWHERE...
Martha Anderson happily reported to her second day of substitute gym teaching that Wednesday morning, looking forward to spending another day with Coach Katherine "Kat" Johnson, after the marvelous afternoon the two ladies had together yesterday.
I didn't know weretigresses had such tasty cream, Martha thought happily on her way to Moon Lake Junior High, but I definitely look forward to sampling Kat's and any other horny weretigress that might cross my path, purred the horny bi-werecat.
Ever since embracing her bi nature and joining were society, Martha at times couldn't get enough of the treasure trove that rested between a woman's legs. Samantha and Frances Twist (who also initiated her into being a werecat), werevixen Dawn Hale, and now Kat. While the "fresh start" the Anderson family was hoping to find by moving to Moon Lake didn't look that promising initially, none of them regretted the decision now.
The first period class went well, with the two ladies stealing a moment as the girls showered and changed clothes after track for a quick kiss and feel, as well as a promise of more afternoon delights when school let out for the day.
However, second period began with an ominous tone as the school bell rang oddly.
Three quick rings. A pause, followed by three more quick rings, before the pattern instantly started repeating itself.
"The school's going into lock down!" realized Kat, with grave concern in her voice.
"What does that mean?" asked Martha, having never experienced one before, not even as an elementary school teacher back in Minnesota.
"Some kind of emergency situation. Keep the students in the locker room and in their civvies. Take attendance, but otherwise nobody leaves the dressing room until either I come back or someone on the Public Address System says otherwise. I've got doors to secure," said Kat, grabbing the clip of keys from her waist while rushing out of the coach's office they were currently in.