You and Becky are surprised at the policewoman's strength. Still you have to be strong to be a policewoman, you think with a shrug. It's only when she leads you up the steps of a grey block building with high chainlink fence that you begin to wonder.
The sign on the glass door is etched, "PLEASURE ISLAND HUMANE SOCIETY". She pulls Becky and you through the doorway, while another uniformed officer holds the door open. You see the patch on his sleeve reads "PLEASURE ISLAND HUMANE SOCIETY."
You whirl around blocking the officer's path. Her nails cut into your upper arm.
"Yeow! Hey, you're not a police officer! You're with Animal Control! Let us go!"
"I never said I was a police officer," she challenged, "I am an officer of the Pleasure Island Humane Society. And you two are humanes."
"You mean humans, and you're human too," Becky interjected.
To which the female Pleasure Island Humane Society officer simply grinned. Her grin revealed two massive canine fangs among her somewhat pointy too-white perfect teeth.
'Oh-oh," gasped Becky.