Misbegotten Kittens

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2. Rayco Cavanagh is murdered by Elder Riba

Meanwhile, but also at a completely different time, at the life energy plant which supplies the city of Esperanza with electrical power, something shady takes place.

These are some of the members of the Democratic Alliance of Esperanza, a terrorist group which demands the end of the current political system and the re-establishment of democratic elections.

And this is Rayco Cavanagh.

He is a Garafian shepherd, a dog breed from the Canary Islands. He is friendly, funny and, as most native subtropical islanders, not particularly fuck-giving.

His favorite color is toxic green, his favorite ice-cream flavor is coconut with chocolate chips and he's been a security technician at the life energy plant for years. Being a particularly easy, peaceful job, he enjoys it a lot and tends to work overtime pretty much everyday without even realizing.

Today he got shot in a lung.

This is the guy who just shot Rayco Cavanagh in a lung while riddling the wall behind him with bullets.

A little known fact about the Canarians is that, as they are not particularly fuck-giving, once something manages to enrage them, they will try to make the most of it. And Rayco is quite upset about his imminent decease.

	<	Elder Riba...
	<	W-Wh...?

You aren't fooling anyone, you moron.

A real terrorist wouldn't have emptied his clip blindly without even looking where he's aiming at. I was no threat, and he'd be wasting perfectly good hostages.

Hitmen tend to be more discrete than just barging into the room wasting bullets, and I'm guessing a psycho killer would not have frozen in panic by the room entrance while his victim bleeds to death.

So the only other option I can think of is that you're a coward with a vendetta. And as far as I remember, there's only one pussy who wants to kill my ass and who knew exactly where to find me.

Plus, you are a fucking dolphin, that mask doesn't do shit, you moron. I wonder which one of all the one dolphins who live in Esperanza you are.

	<	You sure talk a lot for someone who's been shot. Fine, you found out, congratulations. You're still going to die.
	<	You must be very happy about that. It must have been hard to hide your true intentions from your new friends out there.
	<	Who? The DEA? You can see them?
	<	I'm a security technician, my job is to monitor anything unusual going on in the plant, what did you think this computer was for?
	<	Ah, I see. They have been very nice to me. No background checks, no questions asked and they gave me my own gun and all. They're in dire need of sympathizers, most of their members got caught. Between you and me, they aren't very good at this terrorism thing.
	<	Yeah, their plan is quite stupid.
	<	It is?

	<	The life energy silos are kept under extremely low pressures. If that bomb manages to cause a breach, the blast will immediately turn into an implosion. All other silos will keep the city power going while anyone around gets sucked into a vortex of reinforced glass shards and bio radiation.
	<	Ouch. Sucks to be them then.
	<	You don't look too worried.
	<	I'm not. I don't care about politics and whatever happens down there will keep everyone distracted for long enough to let me get out of here unscathed.
	<	You've thought of everything. Including ditching your partners.
	<	Oh, like you're one to talk about betrayal.
	<	May I point out a tiny flaw in your plan?

Your friends have already left.

	<	WHAT!?
	<	The computer of a security technician is full of nifty features that you can launch with a couple of stealthy clicks. I've been recording and broadcasting our entire conversation since right after I contacted the authorities. I knew your ego is so big that I could trust you to blabber about your true intentions at the slightest provocation. And your allies have heard it all.

	<	By now they must have already handed themselves to the Civil Protection agents. Justice will probably go easy on them, since they surrendered peacefully. Some extensive counseling and they'll be good as new to reenter society. I don't think they'll put in a good word for you though.
	<	You motherfucker...