'Great, just great,' Seth thought as he watched his target through the open window.
'I'm going to be here forever."
It was a simple job. Take out a low-end SWG member before he could present his
new plan to Spalling.
The Furries had hired him for this job. At first he had refused, not wanting to get
sucked up into the Anthro War. But they had made him an offer he couldn't refuse.
They had injected Seth with the anthromutation gene. If he did not kill the target, he
would be stuck as a Furry. If he took the assignment, he would be given an antidote.
Not that he was racist against the Furries, unlike most people nowadays, but he didn't
want to be one. He was already far more hairy than he preferred.
His target was a small, almost insignificant, member of the SWG; but his plan was
almost perfect for the eradication of Furries. It was no surprise that they wanted him
dead. Fortunately for the Furries, this man was too dense to think of writing the plan
down. In effect, if he died, his knowledge went with him.
Seth growled in annoyance as the man passed by the window yet again. He even
stood there for a good minute. It was like he was rubbing in the fact that Seth couldn't
shoot him.
'Why?' he thought to himself, 'Because every time that bastard steps in front of the
window, his wife or his kid is too close for a safe shot!'
No women, no children. No matter how low of a hitman you were, you did not break
that rule. That is, unless you wanted to die. If you broke that rule, it was a gaurantee
that every other assasin within the area would be after you in a day or less. You did
not disgrace the job of assassin.
Seth felt his tailbone pop and crack as it extended out of his body. Within seconds his
new, long panther tail was flicking against his face.
"Damn Furries."