Whatever keeps a Goat afloat
Was it the Tax forms being late or something I said.
Thomas was taking the situation rather calmly for a man in his position, he was out of the game for a reason (That being to lay off heat) , things weren't supposed to get this bad. Now things going south was apart of life, but he didn't think it would get this bad.
And he'd seen things go bad before...
It had been many many years since he had gone on the run from his government, for while he still loved his country with all its heart, in the end, the friends he had made on one mission had ended up causing him a change of heart as he now become one of the biggest traitors too Mother Russia.
And yet, despite everything, despite how it had all seemed for naught, despite how now he always slept with one eye open, the former park intern knew he would do it again in a heart beat for the comrades he had made.
'I wonder where they are now.' He mused too himself, on a mission from a certain mob too sneak out some very important files and erase them, it had been years since they had gone into space and while the Park had returned, they had not returned with it.
He could only hope that someday they could reunite, perhaps when he was finally free from the burden that was 'Nicholai of M.O.M.M', but until then, the former agent would merely have to wait until his friends would return.
Although, he wondered if with all this passing time, his skills as a spy deteriorated. After all it had been some time since he had met hi-
Dodging the sound of a blowdart, the Faun quickly rolled over to safety, using the desk for cover as he prepared a gun.
'Nah, I still got it.' He mused, preparing for another attack
"Come out Zel Keratin" He heard a quite and yet familiar voice call out as he heard the sound of metal being pulled off "This little game is over."
"Dancing Shadow... " He grimly whispered
Despite the beauty apparent in the name, and how she looked, she was no joke to him or any other agent that had been sent into deep cover work.
The phrase "Avoid on sight" was related mostly to her and her work in dealing with problems that looked, and acted like him. "Flee on Sight" was also the engagement order unless absolutely necessary, her combat skills were second to none, given the years of training and experience needed to get to her level.
One story said she killed a man with a kiss and a coffee mug.
Now was it true? Probably not, but he did not gamble with probability...
He knew damn well that if there was one American Agent capable of killing him, it was most definitely her, there was a reason they called her the top operative in America.
"I do not suppose that ve could talk about this?" He argued, cocking his gun as he checked for what he brought with him.
A flash-bang, grenade, some knives, and some other non-combat tools. He had come here expecting not too meet much opposition, and he was clearly paying the price for that little assumption...
This was going to be a long day...
"I'll take that as a no." He said looking around his surroundings and thinking up a plan that might actually be worth a damn in getting him out alive.
Or get him killed.
Fortunately, there was one benefit too being born as a goat anthro. Besides the enhanced smell.
His hearing....
Though she kept it well, Nicolai could easily heard the quite steps of her feet as she singled in, and with the sound of the air kicking off, means she likely jumped.
So she would likely land atop the desk right... about
'NOW!' He thought, kick the desk up as the sound of fumbling was heard as he took out his gun, catching the agent off guard as he fired off several rounds, her eyes widening as she quickly dodged, performing a backflip as the best he got was a grazed arm and leg.
'Truly, one of the best.' He thought, having fired at least 5 rounds, meaning one more and he would need to reload...
One more shot rang out as he moved into another room and counted to three.
One.
She's moving to reposition and reengage.
Two.
She knows I've got rounds down range at the most obvious entrance.
Three.
Window.
She was good...very good.
He then leaned back and prepared to use his momentum to.
Strike.
The thing about the horns on the head is that most of the time...people think they are an actual weapon.
They can be in an emergency...
But they can also be a really good distraction.
Dancing Shadow dodged the obvious charge and then you lifted up and ran up the wall and flipped to your feet.
She didn't expect that, and will have three seconds of disorientation.
Giving a strong kick to her midsection, you just barely avoided getting your foot chopped off by the swing of her katanna as you raised your other leg to knock it off of her hand.
Though you might have caught her off guard, Dancing Shadow had not earned her position in the Quazi-Government she served by merely looking pretty.
Quickly throwing away her weapon, she engaged you in a battle of martial arts as her leg sweeped out, throwing you over as you quickly used your arms to rebalance yourself, slamming both feet at her as she jumped back, re-picking up her weapon as she came out you again, stone cold murder in her eyes as she prepared to cut your head off in one swoop.
Just as you planned...
Rushing right at her, it was your intense training in dealing with outdated japanese weaponry that allowed you too elbow her before her swing could hit anything delicate, almost dislocating your shoulder and hers as you knocked her into a wall.
The little 'gift' you had unpinned, going off just as you closed your eyes, the No.1 Agent in American quickly realising your plan and forcing hers closed as well.
But she was just 1 millisecond too late....
Now comes the hard part.
He had to force himself out the window in the milliseconds it took for a flashbang to go off.
And run away fast enough to at least lose her trail.
Difficult...very difficult.
But not impossible.
There was a car, about 3 stories down and a single awning to slow your decent.
He had to aim just right or be road pizza.
Twisting his body, he managed to just grab onto the metallic pole that composed the awning, the metallic thing snapping not long after, but it was enough to break his fall as he landed on his knee's, breathing heavily as he stood back up.
"I should have taken more acrobatics classes." He mused, barely able to move as the vertigo was throwing him off.
Leaning against the wall, he broke out into a brief jog as he knew he had too get away, that Flashbang would only keep her occupied for so long...
'You were one of my most dangerous opponents Dancing Shadow, lets hope I won't have to meet you again.' He mused, going into an alleyway as he tried his best too escape...
///(With 'Dancing Shadow')///
"Ugh, Fucking Flashbangs." Elise groaned, rubbing her eyes as she finally managed to see again after what must have been 10 seconds.
She was lucky Agent 'Zel Keratin' decided to flee rather than fight back, else she might have not been able to win, or even survive.
"This is Dancing Shadow, the subject managed to escape, but he left some of the files he was after." She spoke to her comm, checking over what the former Russian agent was after.
"Are you in a position too pursue him?" Her superior spoke as she looked out the window, seeing a torn awning and no sign of the agent as she grit her teeth.
"No, he's gone." She bitterly spoke, her commitment to her job with her husbands recent passing(God Bless Chris's soul) meant any failure on her part stung far more than it used too.
"I see... " Her commander spoke, disappointment in his tone as she gave a scowl.
"Gimme a month, I'll have him in the agency in chains." She spoke, she was not letting this target go, no matter what it took.
Elise Brewster was not someone who gave up, no matter what the occasion was...
////
"PIZDETS!" Nicolai cursed, kicking a nearby wall in frustration, he should be counting his blessings that he survived at all, but the simple fact was he only able to recover the majority of the goal.
He wasn't getting paid too get rid of
60% of a mob Bosses Criminal Record and Identification.
'Which means no money and I am going to bed hungry once more.' He sighed, oh how he wished too break free of this life of shadows and knives that would sink into your back at a moments notice.
If only he could go back to simpler times, when he masqueraded as a park intern and all was happy.
But those days were long gone, no matter how much he wished them back.
"...and in that time, I've learned that you can't always be the better man in tough situations. Sometimes you need to buckle down and remind everyone why it's you that got put in charge of leading people, why it falls onto you to decide what's gonna happen to people at the end of the day? Are they gonna get fired for all the dumb antics and pranks they've done on that one, singular day? Or will you keep them on for tomorrow when you see the hard work they put into keeping things in-line around here?"
"What?" Your thoughts almost stop to a half, your eyes turning over too a nearby tv playing off recent news.
A familiar gumball machine giving a speech wearing a nice suit as your jaw almost falls out with how wide it was opening.
"Benson?" You quietly speak, rushing over too it as you check the date from when this was filmed.
Only one day ago....
"Oh...now I need to sort out how to get there." He said to himself dusting himself off and high tailing it to the subway to cover his tracks.
Only one day and I'm the last guy to figure out that my old Boss is president of a chunk of the nation.
He must be losing his touch if something like that slipped his radar.
Though then again I have been rather busy as of later.
Maybe he's got a job opening again, would be nice to have a real job that pays.
He almost laughed as he took a seat in the subway car. "Hell yeah. Now the hard part is getting there."
Hitchhiking would get him close but he didn't see walking to be advisable.
He'd figure it out.
He would have to hide his identity, lest the American Government or CIA be after him once more.
But regardless of the risk... he was looking forward to being Thomas again.
'I just hope Muscle Man is nicer this time around.' He thought with an eye-roll, yeah right, like that would happen...
And that the house still had some good food in the fridge, that made him hungry just thinking about it.
Oh well, it was gonna be good to just be Thomas again.
Hopefully that offer of a full time job was still open.
Author's Note: Made with my friend @Cyberphilosipher deciding to focus on a park member who wasn't in space and so likely still ok.
