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Date Posted: 20:24:36 01/24/02 Thu
Author: huntess
Subject: Chapter 2
In reply to: huntess 's message, "Overtime" on 20:16:40 01/24/02 Thu

Chapter Two:

�I must be crazy!� Quencie said as she checked in for work at 2:00 p.m. later that day. �I�m back to work the next day. I didn�t go anywhere earlier. Hell! I overslept! It was 1:24 when I woke up! My alarm was blaring, and I never heard it! What was worse?! Jonny wasn�t in the apartment!! My life really sucks, Kitty!� Quencie looked at her best-friend with a sad, worried look. �You know, I really need a new life. I can�t take it anymore! Oh, the humanity!�

Kitty laughed hysterically. �You are a riot sometimes!� She placed a hand on Quencie�s shoulder and said, �Aren�t you going to ask the General for some time off?�

�Hey, if you see the General, tell me. I�ll be chilling out in the office by the main gate, okay?� Quencie asked in a low whisper.

�Okay.� Kitty answered in a close mimicry of Quencie�s voice.

�I mean it, Kitty!� Quencie said seriously.

�Okay!� Kitty answered just as seriously.

Quencie entered the office and turned on the small TV. She flipped through the channels for nearly 10 minutes, but never found anything she thought was worth watching. She turned off the TV and leaned back in the comfortable chair. About an hour and a half later, Kitty burst through the door and said, �Quencie! The General is headed this way! I heard the others at the tower not too far from here! He�s coming! Let�s go!�

Quencie jumped from the chair and raced out the door to her post. A minute later the General appeared around the corner of the courtyard hedges. �Quencie! Kittyana! Report!� the General barked.

�Everything is as quiet as a mouse, sir!� Quencie chimed.

�Good!� the General snapped. He turned to leave. Kitty gave Quencie a look that motioned for her to pop the question for her vacation.

�General?! A question, please?!� Quencie called, never moving an inch from her post.

�What is it, Quencie?!� the General asked annoyed.

�I was wondering if I could get some time off for a day or two. I�ve been working for 3 months straight, sir!� Quencie asked.

�You know I�ll have to speak with the Prince on that!� he said even more annoyed. �You know the Prince doesn�t like to be bothered about this sort of thing!�

�I apologize, sir!� Quencie said, hoping he�d try anyway.

�I�ll get back to you on that!� he added as he turned and hurried away.

�That was great, Quencie!� Kitty said sarcastically.

�Well I didn�t hear you help any!� Quencie said annoyed. �He probably won�t ask the Prince anyway. If I knew the guy, I�d ask him myself!�

�Oh, really...� Kitty said, rolling her eyes.

�Give me a break...� Quencie whined, and slumped her shoulders.

Kitty laughed. The rest of the day was the usual routine. Checking those who came in and letting those same people out. There weren�t any problems to check on or deal with either. Just another boring day at work. The end of Quencie�s shift came slowly, and she never saw the General that morning either. At 5:00 a.m., she was sure he was asleep.

Quencie yawned more out of boredom then actual sleep. �I must have been crazy!� she said to Kitty, who was right behind her. �I shouldn�t have asked for that time off. He�ll probably make me work even more. I�ll probably get the back gate job again!�

�Well, you tried.� Kitty said, trying to reassure her friend.

�Thanks, Kitty, I think...� she added. �Want another ride?�

�Sure, if you don�t mind, but this time, we go to the shop. My car gets to come home today!� Kitty cheered. Her little red Toyota Corolla had gone through hell the past week. Some rowdy kids had stolen it, only to wreck the poor thing.

They got into the camero and arrived at the shop exactly when it opened. �Hey Angel!� Kitty called into the opened area. �Where�s my car?� she added stepping inside.

�Over there!� a tall, dark, and handsome man pointed outside to the little red car. �She�s purrin� like a kitten, no pun intended of course!� he laughed.

�Yeah, right, Angel!� Kitty said sarcastically, and rolled her eyes.

�Kitty!� Quencie yelled from her camero. �I�m going on okay?�

�Okay! See ya later!� Kitty yelled back.

�Oh, man! Now she is a beauty!� Angel said.

�What...that old camero?� Kitty asked, waving her hand dismissively.

�No! The driver!� Angel said with a whistle.

�ANGEL!!!� Kitty cried and smacked his broad shoulder.

�Sorry, Kitten.� he said with a laugh and hugged Kitty.

�That�s okay, but you know what�s better!� Kitty hinted.

�I gotcha!� Angel chimed before he kissed Kitty.

�Much better!� Kitty giggled.

Quencie left the repair shop and headed toward her apartment. It wasn�t but 5:30 a.m. �Maybe I should listen to the news before I go home,� she thought to herself. She turned toward the direction of the Wolf�s Hour. She kept an eye out for Jenny on the corner. Thank goodness she wasn�t there. She didn�t see Jonny either, which really help ease some of the worry.

When she parked the car, she reached into the back seat, and grabbed a dark-brown leather jacket and a pair of old blue jeans. In the darkness, she changed from her work pants to the blue jeans. She always kept a special pair in her car. They didn�t smell of cats. Her jacket was also special in that way. It was the perfect disguise.

She left her car, locked of course, in her usual parking spot. The police never patrolled the area near the Wolf�s Hour, not since one officer was mauled by a small pack of wolves. They figured the people around there knew how to take care of themselves.

She came up to the door casually. There was no reason to really rush. She knock on the door. �Ryuso...� she whispered. She knew that smell anywhere. A slate on the door was pushed aside to make a small window. �Hey there handsome!� she said to the blue eyes that stared at her in disbelief.

�Quen!� the young man hollered from the other side. �Hey! Quencie�s here!� the man screamed at the top of his lungs.

�Dude! I�m not in yet!� she said annoyed. �Ryuso! Let me in!�

�Oh! Sorry, Quen!� Ryuso opened the door. Once the whole pack saw Quencie, the whole room was filled with howls of joy and relief. �Yo, Boss! Your mate�s home!�

�Shut up, Ryuso!� Quencie said as she smacked him in the back of the head.

�Quiet, Moron!� a buff man in the back of the room barked. �I can see that our alpha female has returned. Care to join us?� He motioned for Quencie to sit at the table with him.
�I guess.� she said with a shrug. Her hands stayed in her pockets; she thought it would seem a little cooler since she has a reputation as a top-of-the-line human. �Just no funny business, if you know what I mean.� She eyed the man, who was pushing a female out of the chair next to him.

�Please. Sit.� He motioned with his hands to take the seat he had cleared for her.

�Please. I may be a bitch, but I�m not your bitch, Maxi!� she said and stood next to the table,
with her hands still in her pockets.

The man just laughed at the pun. �What can we offer you?� he asked.

�News...a drink...� Quencie said, listing the items she wanted, and sat in the still empty chair.

�Notice that nowhere in there is your name or the fact that I want to be your number one bitch, so stop annoying me with it, Maxi!� Quencie glared at him. He glared back.

�My name is Maximilion Batoko, not Maxi!� he whispered in her ear harshly.

�It doesn�t matter what your name is!� she whispered back in the same tone.
Maximilion cleared his throat and called, �Shyla!! Would you get Quen something to drink, dear?�

Shyla appeared only long enough to nod in acknowledgment. She was a waitress at the club. Though Quencie knew what the girl�s real job was. Shyla was an undercover agent, working for the Prince. She was a cat...sort of. Her mother was a hooker, and a were-cat. Her father was a were-wolf just looking for a good time. Unfortunately, Shyla�s mother killed her father, then the were-wolf pack killed her mother. She grew up in the alleys of the town, until she met Quencie�s aunt. Shyla soon found out about her biology when she was 16. She was neither cat nor dog. She was a mix breed. One of the rarest ever. It was perfect for her field of work.
Shyla arrived at the table with a glass of something; Quencie didn�t know what it was.

�Anything else, Quen?� she asked with a smile on her face.

�No, that�s all for now, thank you, Shyla.� Quencie turned to Maximilion and said, �Now!
About the news...�

�Nothing much has happened lately. Nothing...� he repeated. �Nothing at all!� He glared at the other wolves in the room. �There have been no introductions...no nothing...!�

�That sounds bad...� Quencie admitted, though she didn�t truly mean it.

�It�s terrible. We haven�t been too busy. I guess you can say we�re �lying low� for a while. Waiting for the right time to strike the Prince of the blasted you-know-whats!� Maximilion said angrily pounding the table with his fist. �I hate waiting! It requires patience that I don�t have!�

�I can see!� Quencie said smelling the drink she was given. Is that poison? No! It�s the cat way of saying there�s trouble and that I must speak with you immediately! Shyla! Quencie had to speak with Shyla! �Well, if that�s all, I�ll just go home. I�m very tired and would like to get some sleep!� she tried to get herself out of the conversation that was dying quickly.

�Well now! Sweet dreams, my sweet!� Maximilion said trying to kiss Quencie on the cheek.
Quencie stood up and looked at Maximilion with a frown. �Terrible Nightmares, Maxi!� She left the club with Maximilion in an angry uproar. Once outside, she listened in on the crowd inside. Yep, she was right. Maximilion was letting his anger show. A howl of anger, and the whimpering of frightened wolves. She chuckled under her breath, and walked back to her car.
She crept through the alley to the back door of the club. Shyla was waiting there.

�What up?� Quencie asked.

�I wanted to be sure you knew everything. Max has planned to crash the Prince�s ball. I figure it�s best if you�re in on this. Be careful, my friend,� Shyla told her.

�You know I will, Girlfriend!� Quencie replied to Shyla�s worried look.

She walked back to her car. It was still in one piece, which surprised her completely. Before getting in, she noticed the sun that had crept up on her. She hurried to the safety of her home. Once there, she grabbed a bite to eat and took a shower. She was too sleepy after that to do anything else. She went straight to bed. That was the best sleep she had ever had. Until she woke up...

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