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Everyone with a soulmate can hear their partner’s thoughts. But, annoyingly, that sense comes at different times for different people and different ranges for different pairs. 

And, much to his dismay, Mordecai has recently been hearing his soulmate in his roaring late twenties. Way later than most.

Right away Mordecai notices a few distinct features about this late revelation, his soulmate is a male. He can tell based on the pitch and timbre of the voice. Okay, male, not ideal but having a soulmate in the first place isn't ideal.

Mordecai keeps on listening.

The speakeasy is awfully slow today… I wonder when Mitzi will give me another job… performing the same songs all day is soooo boring! My fingers hurt. I wonder what Freckle is doing? I'm so hot god im—

That new little piece of information was certainly interesting. He worked at Mitzi’s Lackadaisy. This just got even worse. He works for his ex-employer? This also explains his oddly familiar voice; he is the violinist at the Lackadaisy, though Mordecai never got his name. 

— Finally a break! I could go for a drink or two after that set!--

His soulmate certainly has a rich internal life, Mordecai finds it quite amusing at times. His internal monologue is a constant, very fast, string of rather unimportant and unintelligent thoughts. Mordecai adapted fairly quickly to this change in his life. If he's engrossed enough in his work he can ignore it rather efficiently. However the voice never fully silences his mind, so that must mean their range encapsulates close to the whole city. 

Mordecai attempts to call out to the unnamed performer to no avail. There are no returning thoughts in response to his. His soulmate's internal blabbering goes on unbothered and Mordecai lets out a sigh of relief. His thoughts are safe, for now. 

This means time. 

And if Mordecai has time he can formulate a plan for this disastrous turn of events. 

The next few days, Mordecai dwells on the identity of his soulmate. He feels like his name is on the tip of his tongue. But he ends up frustratingly empty-handed. The extra mental chatter in his brain is obstructing his work. He's making more mistakes, and sustaining more injuries than usual when doing jobs. So when he gets called up into Mr. Sweet's office for a “personal meeting” he isn't very surprised. 

Right now, he's standing in front of Mr.Sweet's door, mentally combing through all the ways the incoming interaction would go. He wouldn't be fired for sure, he's too good at his job. Mordecai concludes it will just be a stern talking to, and maybe a slap on the wrist. 

Mordecai takes a deep breath and knocks on the door 4 times. A perfectly even amount.

“Come in!” Asa said from the other side of the door, speech slightly slurred from the cigar resting in his mouth. 

As Mordecai entered the room, he waved the lingering smoke in the air away from his mouth. 

“You called me to your office sir?” Mordecai got straight to the point. 

“Ah yes, that I did, Mordecai.” Asa examined the tuxedo. “You see Mitzi… her Lackadaisy is doing… mediocrely to say the least.” Asa elaborated, turning his chair to face Mordecai, who was nodding, urging him to go on. 

“And because of this, she's getting a bit desperate.” Asa took a drag of his cigar. “Yesterday she got some of her remaining goons to steal one shipment of booze from me.” 

Mordecai unconsciously started fidgeting with his fingers, which were resting behind his back. He knew where this was going. A tedious job, and a dangerous one at that.  “And what do I have to do with that?” 

“Well, for a while now she has been stealing customers and resources from us. I was just thinking maybe, we can snuff out that little ‘business’ of hers once and for all.” Asa said, smiling at Mordecai. “It's only doing a mercy. After Atlas died that place has gone downhill.” Asa took another hit. “I want you to go scout out the place, don't get caught. We need some info before we go on a full-blown raid.” 

Mordecai adjusted his glasses. “You want me to go alone, correct?” 

“Indeed. That won't be a problem, right? ”  

“Of course not, I work better alone.” Mordecai lied.

“Great. Tomorrow night it is then. You may leave now, Mordecai.” Asa said, waving his hand. 

With that, Mordecai nodded and turned to leave, exiting the smoke-filled room. Mordecai’s tail flicked with anxiety. His mind was racing. That was worse than a stern talking-to! Of course that was a problem! Asa overestimated him this time. A solo scouting mission deep into enemy territory? There were so many ways this could go wrong! What was Asa th—

Man nothin beats pancakes for dinner!-

His soulmate's voice filled his head again. He almost forgot about that whole situation, but it felt like a purposeful intervention, somehow. Mordecai took a deep breath, and let himself relax a little. He didn't even realize he was biting his teeth. He let himself listen to the song that was stuck in the mysterious violinist’s head. Mordecai didn't know why, but the storm brewing in his head quelled a little. 

Mordecai sighed. At least he didn't have to work with the Savoys right?

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Mordecai stood in front of the Little Daisy Cafe, it hadn't changed that much since he saw it last. He let out a sigh. This was stupid, it feels wrong even to be here again. He betrayed everyone here, if he were to be caught inside, there was sure to be a conflict of some sort. He should've at least tried to request backup, but Sweet seems to think he is capable of this suicide mission. 

His soulmate's voice was quiet for now, it seemed that he was asleep. Good. Mordecai couldn't make room for distraction right now if he wanted to make it out of here in one piece if he were to make it out at all. He began his way towards the cafe. Should he just go through the front? No, that's too exposed. Maybe the garage? From when he worked there he remembered that it was almost always unlocked, and would lead straight down into the underground tunnels. Quite the security risk indeed. 

Mordecai made his way around the building, to the rugged garage door that guarded the tunnels. It didn't seem to be locked by any outside mechanisms, perhaps Mordecai has found a very important breaching point for the future raid. Mordecai leaned down and reached for the handle, but when he tried to lift the large door it wouldn't budge. Most likely locked from the inside somehow. This means that he is forced to use the risky front entrance, hopefully picking the lock isn't too loud.

Mordecai walked back around the cafe. He was glad for his gloves, lock picking with cold hands would be less than ideal. Mordecai knelt down in front of the entrance of the building and took out his lock-picking tools. After a bit of tinkering, he finally lines up all the pins in place and unlocks the door. Inside the cafe was somehow just as cold as outside. Mordecai’s body is in a heightened state, being able to feel his pulse in the back of his throat. He took a deep breath before venturing further into the establishment. Not much has changed inside the cafe. He still knows his way around, so he decides to investigate the tunnels first; those were always confusing, even during his employment.  

He makes his way into the garage and then begins down the tunnels through the hatch. The lights were on. It was just as uncleanly as he remembered. Water dripped from the pipes that ran along the top of the tunnels. One drop landed on Mordecai’s forehead, causing him to grimace. How appalling. He looked around, trying to note areas of importance within the underground system, only finding storage rooms full of booze so far. He made sure to close all the doors behind him so, as to not raise suspicions if someone were to notice all of them open the next day. He took mental notes of areas of importance, like the armory and storage rooms that the raid might be able to extract goods from. It seemed like his job here was done. Mordecai turned and began to retrace his steps through the mined quarries noting the locations once again as he passed them. This time noticing the metal bars that could lock the rooms from the outside. Those were new. He took out his notepad to begin writing down a list of high-importance areas when he heard tired grumbling and footsteps approaching from around one of the corners. 

Mordecai’s fur stood up. He had to do something, fast. He couldn't risk a gunfight right now, he didn't need the cops here. So, the tuxedo opted for the next best option instead of fight, flight. Mordecai glided to one of the storage rooms as quietly as he could, flipped up the metal latch then closed the door behind him. He could hear himself breathing deep but rushed breaths, it was too loud. 

The footsteps get closer.

Fuck . He was being too loud.

The footsteps get closer.

Mordecai’s heart rate spiked, he could hear it. Whoever was in the hallway probably could too. 

The footsteps stop

Whoever was in the hallway was now right outside the door. Mordecai held his breath.

“Strange… I swear I heard someone..” The raspy voice said from outside the door. “Guess I'll just finish closin’ up. Too damn late for this bullshit.” 

Mordecai almost jumped as the door handle began to turn. Without thinking Mordecai quickly gripped it, preventing it from being turned. The man outside the door rattled it a few more times before relenting. 

“Already locked huh? Saves me some time I guess..” The man outside the door mumbled. 

Mordecai heard some metal moving then he walked away. He sighed in relief, sitting down, leaning on the door with his back. That was close. Mordecai collected himself, he needed to think rationally. After the lights turned off in the hallway he was left in complete darkness. Mordecai stumbled around for a moment and eventually found the light switch, flicking it on. The bright, cool white light that filled the room stung his eyes. He let his heart rate fall before going to leave the room, sure now that the man in the hallway was gone. But much to his horror, when he tried to push the door open it wouldn't budge. Those damn secondary locks! He tried a few more times, this time banging on the door with his full body weight—still nothing. 

Mordecai buried his face in his paws. How did he not see this coming? He should've known when the lights were on! Mordecai uncharacteristically bangs one of his fists on the wooden door that was blocking him from freedom. Damn it! He knew this job would go wrong somehow!

Mordecai sighed and slumped down, letting the door guide him to a sitting position. Well, this was completely terrible. It was only a matter of time until someone from the Lackadaisy found him here. He's just a sitting duck. This won't look good when he comes back if he comes back.

Mordecai inspected the room he was trapped in. Boxes full of alcohol were the only thing in sight. Everything else was just plain white walls. Nothing remotely soft to sleep on, so Mordecai opts for the floor. This night has already been too long. 

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Mordecai didn't get much sleep that night. Waking up every few hours because of the discomfort of sleeping on the cold hard floor of the storage room. He didn't know what time it was, though he estimated it to be around 6 AM at the earliest. Mordecai stared at the blank ceiling. How could he be so dumb? This much of an oversight wasn't like him. Mordecai sighed. Best not to dwell on things that he can't change, he supposes. Mordecai scans the room for what feels like the hundredth time, and just like all other times, it is just a half-empty storage room. Nothing that could aid him in escape.

Mordecai sat up, giving his aching back a slight break. He wondered, who would find him here? Mitzi? One of her underlings? Mordecai rubbed his temple. This whole situation was outrageous. He could hardly believe he was trapped in here, waiting for someone from the Lackadaisy to discover him. Mordecai thought about what Asa would think when he learned of his disappearance. Will he send a team for him? No, most likely not. The resources, time, and risk required to pull off such a rescue wouldn't be worth it to save one trigger-man. He was in quite a disastrous situation.

Mmmmmphhh… What time is it?  

Mordecai's mind was rudely intruded once again. It appears his mysterious soulmate has awoken. He almost forgot about that whole thing, the events that transpired yesterday took up most of his mental resources. 

6:50 AM?! That's so early…  too early. I wonder if Auntie will let me use her shower again.

6:50 huh? It seems Mordecai wasn't that far off with his estimation earlier. 

Some 30 minutes later Mordecai could begin to hear the footsteps of the workers pouring into the cafe upstairs. And based on his thoughts, his soulmate as well. He seemed to be helping with the cleaning and opening of the cafe. His efficiency of said task questionable at best. 

What? Why do I have to open downstairs? Wh- I've never done that before! I- yes ma’am.--

Great. He is going to be the one to find him here. Mordecai’s body tensed. He was about to be discovered. What would they do with him? Kill him? Use him as leverage against Asa? Mordecai didn't want to think about it. He was frustrated. With whom he didn't know. Asa? Himself? For the first time in a while, he was out of control. And he was afraid, he had almost forgotten what it felt like. 

Alright! Let's do this- Damn these bars are heavier than I remember. 

Ah, he has started his way over here. The room Mordecai was trapped inside of wasn't too far from the stairs that lead to the garage. It was only a matter of time. 

Okay, I'm pretty good at this! Wait- I've already been to this room. Where is the next room? God, I hate these tunnels!

His soulmate seemed to be lost. Maybe Mordecai had a little bit more time than he imagined.

Ah yes, it was this one! Okay back on track!

Mordecai could now hear him approaching from inside the storage room. The sound of his whistling got louder as each door was opened. 

Halfway done! Man, this is easy. It's definitely easier than cleaning the cafe. Hopefully, this just becomes my new job in the morning. 

Mordecai saw his shadow in front of the door. Then heard the sound of a metal bar sliding up. This was it.

That's strange, this one isn't locked...

With a twist of the knob, the door opened, revealing the silhouette of his soulmate to Mordecai, who was still cloaked in the lack of light in the room.

Where is it-  Ah hah! There it is.

The light flicked on. Mordecai stared at the cat at the door right in his piercing blue eyes. 

What the heck! There's a guy in here! He looks scary as well! Is he a marigold? Why does this have to happen to me?! I'm too young to die!

Mordecai watched him fumble around in the doorway for a moment. 

“You- What are you doing in here? Who are you? Ohmygod please don't kill me!” Mordecai’s soulmate pointed a flashlight at him like a gun. Mordecai gave him a confused look.

Oh, oh! Mitzi! I need to get Mitzi!

“Mitzi! Mitzi!” The gray tabby stammered in the doorway. “Uh- You! Don't go anywhere!” The cat scrambled out of the room as fast as he entered it. Locking the door behind him. Leaving behind a bewildered Mordecai in the storage room. 

Mitzi. Not that it's not unexpected, but Mordecai feels as though he's gonna have to get used to life in the storage room for now.

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“So Rocky,  you're tellin’ me there's a random guy locked up in that room?” Mordecai heard Mitzi's voice echoing through the tunnels. It's been a while since he heard that woman's voice.

“Yes! Yes! I swear! He's scary too!” Rocky paused for a moment for dramatic effect. “What if he's a Marigold Mitzi?!" 

“Oh please, Rocky!” Mitzi let out a light chuckle “Now how would a Marigold get all the way down here?” 

Mordecai heard some shuffling from outside the door.

“I swear if you locked one of the new hires in here…” 

Mitzi lifted the hatch and slowly opened the door. Flicking the light on as she entered the cold storage room. Mordecai gave Mitzi a deadpan stare. And they locked eyes for a moment. Mitzi’s face dropped. She lifted a paw to her mouth, which gaped slightly. 

“Oh my god.” Mitzi muttered. Mordecai barely caught it. She closed the door slowly, a bit speechless. 

“Rocky!! You didn't tell me it was Mordecai in there!” She said in a hushed tone

“Who's Mordecai?” Rocky said, matching her inflection.

“You don’t-” Mitzi sighed. “Never mind.” 

A brief silence fell over the two for a moment.

“And you don't know how he got in there?” 

“Cross my heart!” Rocky replied, leaving no room for silence.

Mitzi sighed once more. “Alright.” She walked up to the door. “You.” She said to Mordecai in a commanding tone.

“Mitzi.” Mordecai responded calmly. 

“What- How did you get here?” 

“By following orders.” Mordecai told the truth. No point lying to them, for now.

Mitzi scoffed. “Haven't changed a bit, have you Mordecai?” 

“I suppose not.” Mordecai adjusted his glasses.

“Who sent you? Asa?” 

Mordecai didn't satisfy Mitzi with an answer this time.

“I'll take that as a yes. You really are a Marigold now aren’t you” Mitzi tapped her heel on the floor. She almost sounded disappointed. “Well, I'm gonna try and figure out what to do with you. Let's hope you can become an asset to me, for both our sakes.”

“So, I am a hostage?” Mordecai’s voice almost quivered a moment.

“If that's how you want to put it, then, yes. I suppose you are.”  Mitzi turned on her heels. “Rocky, watch him. We can't have him trying anything. Especially when we don't know what he has on em’.” 

“Yes ma’am!” Rocky said like a soldier taking orders.

With that, Mitzi walked away. The clacking of her shoes slowly faded away. 

What the heck just happened?! Who exactly is that guy? And since when did we take prisoners of war?! Why do my duties keep getting harder and harder as time goes on?! Do I have to watch this creep?

Mordecai scoffed at Rocky's eternal monologue, which seemed to catch Rocky off guard. 

How long am I supposed to be here? Aw geez, this is gonna be so boring! I want something to sit on…

“Uh, you!”  Rocky shouted at the door.  “Don't go anywhere okay?” 

Mordecai stared at the door with confusion, then heard the clacking of shoes running off. Is this guy capable of doping anything without being babysat? Mordecai sighed and sat down next to the door. What a bizarre situation. Being held hostage in Mitzi’s storeroom and guarded by his soulmate who is, well, an imbecile. Even though he is an imbecile, anybody constantly monitoring him would be a hindrance to any future escape plans. But seeing as he had no feasible way to perform said escape it wasn't too much of an issue. What was an issue was that he had no idea when the next time he would be able to bathe, change clothes, relieve himself, or even eat and drink. And there was no way Mordecai would ever lower himself to urinating in a corner and then having to sleep in that same room a few hours later. Mordecai needed to get out of here one way or another but had such little ways actually to leave.  Mordecai would have to wait for Asa to pull off a rescue mission to retrieve him, given that Asa even knows he's alive and is willing to do that. Or pray that Mitzi for some reason releases him.  

Mordecai's train of thought is interrupted by the sound of a chair slamming into the floor.  Rocky's back. He turned his thoughts out for a while. Seems Mordecai is getting better at that.

“So….” Rocky paused. “How ya doin’?”

“Well, I'm currently being held hostage.”

“Oh yeah, right right. Sorry about that.” 

“Don’t be. It's my poor judgment that I even managed to trap myself in here. It's not like you can disobey Mitzi either.” 

Rocky chuckled, “Well of course I could but she's my only source of income at the moment. And this job ain't so bad.” He went silent for a moment. “So who are you exactly? If you don't mind me asking.” 

“You don't remember me? I used to work here.” 

Rocky went silent in thought. “Nope. Not ringing a bell.” 

Mordecai sighed, and hesitated for a moment, “I was the one who shot Viktor in his knee.” 

“OHH! You're that Mordecai?”  

Mordecai scoffed, “You act as if other Mordecais have worked here.” 

“Why’d you do that?” Rocky asked, ignoring the previous statement.

Mordecai’s jaw quivered slightly, “I’d prefer not to speak about that.” 

“Right, it's a sore subject, isn't it? Sorry for bringing it up.”

…

Silence fell between them once again. Rocky apologized again . Why is he being so nice? Why is he even speaking to a hostage? Is it his lack of intelligence? Mordecai couldn't wrap his mind around it. Yet another factor about his situation he couldn't understand. 

“Waddya doin' there?” Rocky snapped him outside of his thoughts.

“Not much of anything. Sitting I suppose.”

“Not escaping?” 

“I would've already done so if I was able.” 

“Good, good. I'm supposed to be keeping you in check so..”

“I'm plenty able to conduct myself.” Mordecai retaliated

“Just doing my job.”  Rocky stated, his voice strained from stretching his body in the 

chair. 

Ya know... For all the rumors about this guy I've heard he's not too bad. He’s just a regular dude. Well, as regular as you can get in this line of work I guess. I almost feel bad for the guy. I couldn't imagine what it was like to be locked in an almost empty room, by myself, with nothing to do. I better stay on Mitzi’s good side so I don't end up like him!

Rocky feels pity for him? A hostage? This man is truly a spectacle. But this is important information. Maybe Mordecai could use him to get food and water, maybe even a shower if he plays his cards right. Finally, something is in his favor. He will have to start listening in on Rocky’s head more often. Perhaps Rocky is the key he needs to get out of the Lackadaisy. 

“What did you do when you worked here? I'm a performer! Oh and a runner too I guess.”

“Yes, I know.” 

“You do?!” Rocky sounded almost proud.

“Yes, I do remember you now that I think about it. Rocky, the violinist turned makeshift rum runner. I took it as an omen. If Mitzi really needed to start using her musicians to go fetch her already diminishing supply of alcohol due to her dwindling employee count, the Lackadaisy was obviously on a steep decline. And that was part of why I left in the first place.”

“Mhm.” Rocky said, feigning understanding. 

Man, this guy uses some big words.

“Oh oh! I have to tell you about what happened during my last job! It was crazy! So this guy-”  Rocky began babbling about his recent escapades. It was a good distraction, but still not enjoyable by any means. Mordecai is going to go insane in this place. But, just maybe if he indulged Rocky enough, he could achieve a somewhat better existence. Perhaps even get free.

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A few hours passed by and Mordecai found his pocket watch he forgot he put in his jacket. It told him it was a little past noon now, 4 PM to be exact. The winter cooled down the storage room like a makeshift refrigerator. Mordecai’s body trembled in the cold. And somehow, despite how cold it was, Mordecai still started to sweat. His shirt began sticking to him and he was starting to feel the begging of mats in his sweat-riddled fur. It was truly appalling. The harsh, cold white light that hung off the ceiling also started to attract bugs. Mordecai was just about ready to flop over and die. At least death would release him from this filth. Mordecai was sitting against the wall, with his legs up and chin resting on his knees. Rocky had been chattering for basically all 7 hours he had been watching over Mordecai. Mordecai was too tired to complain about it or argue with him so he just listened to his anecdotes.

Mordecai learned a lot about Rocky because of this though. He talked about literally anything, and it seemed he had an endless amount of topics to cycle through during their mostly one-sided “conversation”. It seemed he was well-traveled and has had many near-death experiences. However, most of those experiences were almost entirely his fault. Mordecai already knew some of the things Rocky talked about as well. Such as his affinity for music and poetry. He also confirmed many… interesting facts Mordecai had gathered while listening to his thoughts before his capture. Such as his bizarre fascination with pancakes and all things related to them. So much to the point where he would… drink maple syrup. The thought alone made Mordecai’s throat feel sticky, and a little grateful for the door separating them from each other. It also revealed to Mordecai that Rocky was way more experienced in this line of work than he let on. He had at least a few years of experience under his belt. Which was a surprise to Mordecai seeing as Rocky acted like a complete and utter buffoon most of the time.

“And- And then he shot at me! And I was like woah! Then he hit my hand and my gun hit the floor!” Rocky paused for dramatic effect. “So… I pulled out my trusty knife. And stabbed him! And he still tried to fight me after! He must have been a-” Rocky paused in thought, “a hera- no! A lunar-” 

“A lunatic?” Mordecai finished for Rocky.

Rocky snapped as the word clicked in his head. “Yes! Exactly Mordecai! And get this. He dared to shoot my ear! My beautiful, alluring, angelic, pulchritudinous ear!” Rocky somehow emphasized each word more each time he listed an adjective. How did he not know how to say lunatic but could say pulchritudinous completely fine? “Luckily enough it didn't hit any vital parts. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't listen to music anymore. Suicide, perhaps.” 

This man was unbelievable. 

“Anyway, that's how I got that hole in my ear.” Rocky ended his dramatic story as if Mordecai had inquired about it in the first place. 

There was a pair of footsteps approaching.

“If it isn't my favorite tabby!” Rocky shouted off to the side, “Oh! And if it isn't his plus one as well?” Rocky said the last part in a teasing tone. 

“Who might you be berating out there?” Mordecai asked through the door. 

“Oh– It's my cousin, and his little mistress…” Rocky teased his cousin again, “Ah… young love! It's truly beautiful!” Rocky swooned.

“What are you doing down here Rocky?” His cousin asked. 

“I am dutifully guarding our dear captive!” A silence followed his announcement.” say something Mordecai..” Rocky whispered loudly through the door.

“Uh- Hello?” Mordecai’s brow furrowed.

“Y’all remember him right? Ya know... The whole Viktor kneecap incident…” Rocky informed the pair as if he wasn't infamous for it.

“Yes, we’re all aware of who Mordecai is..” This time the girl spoke. Her words were laced with venom. This was not to be unexpected, he is probably considered a villain now among the Lackadaisy members. Before his capture, Mordecai tried not to think about that whole situation. But recently he's been forced to confront those emotions he has tried desperately to ignore for so long. It’s not a good feeling, to be considered a heinous villain. Mordecai is not a villain. Is what he tried desperately to convince himself. But the longer he's in this place the harder it gets to believe that lie. He did what he needed to flourish. Right? He-

“Why’s he even here?” Freckle asked, thankfully interrupting Mordecai’s train of thought. 

“Well.. according to Mordecai he got in there by... "Following Orders’”  Rocky said, trying to imitate Mordecai’s voice. 

“I don't sound like that.” Mordecai quickly said in rebuttal to Rocky’s crude mockery of him. 

“Following orders?” The woman in the hall asked, sounding confused. “Have you ever tried pressing him about that further?”

“Well, not necessarily..” Rocky responded sheepishly. “I-” Rocky stammered “I have just been umm..” 

“Making small talk with a hostage?” The girl finished for Rocky.

Mordecai felt his face heat up. Why? How? Mordecai cupped one of his cheeks, which grew crimson underneath his fur. What the hell is happening? Mordecai felt… Embarrassed? Why? How? Over what? 

“You!” Ivy shouted at the door whilst slamming onto it causing a rather loud sound that caused Mordecai to flinch. “What the heck is wrong with your head? Shooting Viktor in the knees? Seriously? Now he walks funny and can barely even work! I ought to shoot you in the knees as well. Let's see how you like it!” 

“So…” Freckle said, loud enough to talk over Ivy, who was still yelling and pounding on the storage room drawer. “How long?”

“Uhm.. about a day now I guess?” Rocky estimated, matching Freckle's tone.

“Has he eaten?” Freckle asked

“Not that I know of..” Rocky said, thinking. 

“I suppose we should get him something to eat..” Rocky continued.

“You think Mitzi will get mad at you for doing that without asking her?” 

“Im gonna ask her first obviously! I don't want to die! She’ll probably say yes. I mean she wants him alive… for something. I'm sure it’ll be fine.” Rocky said, waving his hand 

“I guess..” Freckle said with a twinge of uncertainty. 

Rocky moved up to the door and pushed away the still-screaming Ivy to make room. 

“Hey! Rocky move!” Ivy screamed at the gray cat who pushed her away. Freckle quickly dragged her away from the door to calm her down.

“Mordecai?”  He asked through the door. 

“Hm?” 

“Ya hungry?”

“Well, I haven't consumed anything in a day.” 

Rocky was silent for a moment. “I'll take that as a yes?” 

“Yes, Rocky, I am hungry.”

“Right. To feed or not to feed, that is certainly the question my friend. So you prefer to be fed than not be fed. Correct?” 

“..... Yes. And the toilet would be nice as well.” Mordecai’s heart tensed. He was humiliated, begging for basic utilities like this. If he got them back, he would cherish them.

“Right..” Rocky's voice quivered. Why? “I-Ill take that into account.” The sudden shift in tone confused Mordecai.

What is this feeling? Why is my heart tensing like this? Do I have a heart disease? Was it the pancakes? I'm too young to die! Ugh.. this is a problem for future Rocky! Now the problem at hand!

Did Rocky just think and speak at the same time? That was new for him. But what was more troubling were the implications of said thoughts. Mordecai didn’t want to think about that right now. 

“Ahem!’ Rocky collected himself, “So he does indeed need to eat.” He said mostly to himself. “We need to feed him, but that's not really my call to make..”  

“Go ask Mitzi. I don't think we should be starving hostages here.” 

“Right, Right. We certainly can't have that.” Rocky paused for a moment, “Well if you all will excuse me for a moment, I have to go interrogate Miss M.” 

“Without us?” The two asked at almost the same time. 

“Well... I guess I don't see why not. The more the merrier as they say!” Rocky said, turning towards the stairs. “Mordecai, I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!” 

“We both know I am incapable of such a thing.” Mordecai responded dryly. 

“Yeah, I know..” Rocky said quieting a bit, seeing as his joke didn't resonate much with Mordecai, or the others. Heat pricking at his face again. “Well then, to Mitzi!’ 

And with that, the group of three headed out of the tunnels. Leaving Mordecai alone. He sighed, It happened again . He felt embarrassed over nothing in particular. Right now was the worst possible time to be left alone in the storage room. But at least he had some time alone, away from Rocky. Well as far as he could get with Rocky's thoughts still streamlining directly into his. This place truly was tortuous. 

Rocky began up the stairs that led up to the Cafe. Freckle and Ivy trailing behind him. He was still a bit shaken by the earlier heart palpitations. He would have to see a doctor about that later, hopefully, it's not anything too serious. Maybe he should lay off the sugar for now? Nah… it’ll be fine.

“Is she in her office?” Rocky said as they reached the Garage. Turning his head slightly to look at the two cats behind him.

“Think so,” Freckle responded, “Pretty busy last time I checked.” 

Rocky sighed, “Hopefully she's in a good mood.” He said turning forward once again, continuing their walk through the cafe. “It's a bit quiet in the cafe for a Tuesday evening isn’t it?”

“Mitzi didn’t tell you?” Ivy asked from behind him.

“Tell me what?” Rocky asked, slightly offended.

“We didn’t open today. Mitzi said the Marigolds were up to something so she said she's taking the day to ‘sort things out a bit’. Should be up and running by tomorrow.” Ivy explained casually, before going back to quietly chatting with Freckle.

“I see.” Rocky said as they started on the stairs that led to Mitzi’s office. Rocky took a moment to observe the defunct trinkets that were displayed on the wall. Eventually, they reached the fancy doors that led to Mitzi’s office. Rocky knocked on it a couple of times, then flashed Mitzi his best smile as he slowly pushed the door open. 

Mitzi was talking on the phone, and she mouthed, “Just a minute” at the gray tabby. He nodded and waited in the doorway to be finished.

“Right,” Mitzi said whilst nodding, “Okay.” She listened to whoever was speaking for a moment. “Sounds great… Okay.. alright. Goodbye.” Mitzi put down the telephone back on the receiver, making a satisfying click as she hung up the phone. “What is it, Rocky?”

Mitzi sounded a tad frustrated.

“Well you see, Mordecai hasn't eaten or drank anything for a whole day and I'm just wondering if I could feed him- Well not me this is more of a group project you see and I just don't think I could have a good conscious starving somebody like that and I think we should also let him use the toilet, maybe? I just-”

“Okay okay, I get it, Rocky.” Mitzi said, interrupting his nonsense. She rubbed her temple “Look, first things first, Ivy can you do me a favor?”

“Indeed I can.” The short woman responded.

“We are spread thin. In all senses. And I would like you to talk with Viktor to see if he knows any places to get some more supplies. You seem to be good at talking with him.”

Mitzi sighed. “As for Mordecai, I do suppose we can't have him dying. He is an important piece in this little feud me and Asa have goin’ on. So, you may release him, for no more or less than an hour. But you boys better keep a good eye on him, make sure he isn't up to anything.” She paused a moment, rubbing her temple, “He most likely has a gun on him as well. So do make sure to pat him down. Take anything that would help him get out.”  Mitzi squinted at Freckle, “Remind me of your name again?’

“Calvin.” Freckle stated blandly.

“Right. Clavin. You're gonna be the one making sure he doesn't run off, ‘kay? Your-”

“Wha- I can do that too!” Rocky protested at Mitzi.

“Rocky, sweetheart, please let me finish,” Mitzi said, her annoyance spiking. Rocky nodded sheepishly. “Calvin.” She continued, “You're probably gonna need one of these.” She said placing a Ballester pistol on her desk. “Just in case.”  Freckle nervously grabbed the pistol from the desk. Uncomfortable with such a weapon in his hands.

“...Thanks,” Freckle said, voice quivering a bit.

“If both of you are watching over him, you shouldn’t need to use that. Let him eat some, and use the bathroom if need be. Just don't let him out of your sight, okay?” Mitzi said, staring at Rocky, who nodded diligently. “Yall can do that right?”

“Of course we can!” Rocky shouted, answering for both of them.

“Alright. Well, ya'll go do your thing. And please don't let me regret this.” Mitzi pleaded

“Have I ever disappointed you Miss M?” Rocky asked as he took Freckle out of her office with his arm wrapped around his shoulder. 

Mitzi raised an eyebrow at that and watched the trio promptly exit the office. This was going to end so, so, terrible aint it?

Chapter Text

After a small debrief, Ivy left to go extract some information about Viktor, and the trio split off to begin their tasks assigned to them by Mitzi. Rocky and Freckle start going to the tunnels where Rocky can give Mordecai the good news. Food! Rocky looked over at Freckle, who was trying his best to keep his stoic face on. Though it was clear, at least to Rocky, that he was uncomfortable bearing such a weapon. 

Rocky lightly hit the back of Freckle's head. “Lighten up a bit, why don't ya’? You've shot a tommy gun before, why are you afraid of a pistol?" 

Freckle flinched a bit as Rocky tapped his head. “I know, I guess it's just a bit daunting.” 

“Youll do fine! I'm here, remember?” Rocky flashed the unimpressed freckle a grin.

Upon reaching the door, Rocky shouted at it, putting on his best servant voice, “Are you ready for your meal, my liege?” 

“Indeed I am.” Mordecai quipped, ears flicking up at the sudden voice breaking through the door. So he had been granted sustenance by Mitzi. And perhaps a chance to escape, if the fates aligned. For once Mordecai had something go his way, and he was going to savor his small moment of freedom granted to him by his captors. Though funnily enough, Mordecai more looked forward to finally getting something to eat rather than fleeing this facility. By now, it had been well over a day since he last ate, and his stomach was stinging with hunger.

“Wonderful! Mitzi said we can let you off your leash for about an hour. Be ready for the finest of hostage dining!” Rocky said whilst lifting the latch of the storage room. Freckle, at the ready, behind the gray tabby. 

“Yes, what a very difficult standard to exceed.” Mordecai said in that monotone voice of his. Which kind of confused Rocky. Was that a joke? Preparing to be seen for the first time after being locked in a moist room for 24 hours, Mordecai stood up and tried to salvage what he could of his appearance. Dusting off his coat and running his hands through his fur. 

“I assure you that Lackadaisy is highly esteemed among industry professionals.” Rocky said bowing to Mordecai, his signature shit-eating grin resting peacefully on his face. 

“Did Mitzi grant me the bathroom privileges as well?” Mordecai asked, adjusting his glasses. He was still a little disgraced by having to ask for such things. But that was just the nature of his current circumstances.

“Indeed she did!” Rocky said, launching the door open, causing Mordecai to flinch a bit. “Behold! Freedom! ”

Rocky was now face to face with Mordecai. A treasure that the storage room door had been blocking Rocky from seeing until now. How could he forget a person like this? The memories of Mordecai were flooding Rocky’s brain. The fancy clothes, over-the-top cleanliness, and slightly stuck-up personality were kind of hard to forget, but he somehow did. Mordecai grimaced at him, almost as if he had heard his thoughts.

Rocky returned the expression, “What? Something on my face?” 

“No.” Mordecai responded dryly.

“What's that face for then?” Rocky said, pinching Mordecai’s cheek. 

Mordecai quickly swatted away his hand from his face, “You forget I'm still a hostage. And, please don't touch me.” 

“Right, right, sorry.” Rocky murmured, taking a small step back from the tuxedo. “Off to the cafe!” Rocky turned on his heels and began to lead the group to the stairs that led to the garage. “Oh wait, I almost forgot!” Rocky reversed his movements just as fast as he did them. He quickly walked up to Mordecai and was a bit closer than Mordecai would have liked. 

“Wha-”

“Pat down.” Rocky answered before Mordecai could even ask.

“Do you-” Rocky cut Mordecai off once more by beginning his search. 

Rocky never realized how much muscle Mordecai had on him. He's no body lifter by any means but for how scrawny he looks, he has a surprisingly muscle-dense arm. After a few seconds, Rocky’s hands stopped over one of the pockets on Mordecai’s coat, feeling something hard.  “Oh! Mordecai!” Rocky waved his hands zestily at the other man. “Take me to dinner first!”  

Mordecai’s brow furrowed. 

Freckle stared at his cousin with suspicion. 

Rocky pulled a gun out from his coat. 

“I'm only teasing you Mordecai! Lighten up a little!” Rocky said, patting Mordecai’s shoulder, haphazardly tossing the gun over to Freckle. 

“Rocky!” Freckle scolded as he fumbled the gun around a bit before finally catching it. Then put it away safely in his left pocket.

Rocky turned over to him, “What? The safety was on!”

“It's still a gun!”

“You're alive aren't you?” 

“Well- yes but-” 

“Is the pat-down over now?” Mordecai interrupted their bantering. Rocky hadn't even realized his other hand was still on the waist of the other. His cheeks flared up a bit under his fur. 

Rocky quickly retracted his arm. “Oh! Yeah! It is. Uh- .. sorry about that.” Rocky took a moment, then cleared his throat. “Time for your escort! Freckle stay behind him! We can’t have him running off now!” Rocky ordered, leading them up the stairs.

Mordecai glared at Freckle who was now trailing behind him, brandishing a gun. “I wasn't planning on it.” 

“Just following orders,” Rocky paused and gave Mordecai a devilish grin, “ Mordi .” 

Mordecai scowled as if he had smelled something rotten. “Don’t call me that.” 

“Mordec?” Rocky said, pushing further. 

“No?” Mordecai sounded offended. “No nicknames. ” 

“Well, I need to call you something!”

“Just Mordecai is just fine.”

Rocky grumbled. “Alright, but that's no fun..”

Mordecai walked in between the two cats. It wasn't too unreasonable that he was under such surveillance, seeing that he is still a hostage. But it was still less than comforting. He observed the limestone tunnels. They were about as filthy and damp as he remembered from last night.Though they were illuminated more. Mordecai couldn't help but crave a shower as well. Perhaps he’ll ask Rocky about it next time. He can't push his luck too much. The fact he even got this much was a blessing. For a hostage at least. 

The cafe was cold and stagnant. Probably due to its impromptu closure today. Though it was peaceful, Mordecai kind of enjoyed the atmosphere. It was miles better than the moist storage room. The sun shined through the windows, covering the cafe in a warm golden light. It was easier on the eyes than the exceedingly bright artificial light he had been staring at for the past 24 hours. This was a very welcome change of pace. After a movement, Rocky led them to one of the stools that were by the counter.

Rocky adjusted his hat and began walking over to the kitchen. “Alright! Time to blow you all away with my amazing cooking skills.” 

“No!” Freckle shouted. “Oh- I mean, no. Rocky, you've started way too many fires in that kitchen for me to even trust you to take one step inside of it. I’ll make it. No offense.” 

“And none taken! If you want to put on the chef's hat today, fine with me! Saves me the trouble.” Rocky exclaimed, joining Mordecai on the stools. “I did want to use the knives though..” 

Freckle turned to face the tuxedo. “What do you want, Mordecai?” 

“I’ll take some eggs over sourdough. Medium. And some sausage if possible.” 

“Okay. Drinks?” 

Mordecai thought for a moment. “Any kind of tea will do.” 

With that, Freckle turned around and began his way over to the kitchen.

“Uhmmm… Forgetting anybody my dear Freckle?” Rocky asked as the ginger cat walked away. 

“Pancakes with extra syrup, and some extra syrup on the side.” There were those pancakes again.

Rocky seemed pleasantly surprised.”Oh, you know me too well!”

“That's what you get every time.” 

“I suppose I do..” Rocky said thinking back to all the times he’s gotten free ‘employee discounted’ breakfasts. Freckle soon disappears into the kitchen and Mordecai and Rocky are left alone in the cafe. Though he would usually try to start up a conversation right about now, he took this time to truly observe Mordecai, who was currently staring off into space. Rocky had never really gotten a good look at him before and started to notice some things he hadn’t. Mordecai was the same height as him, though less twiggy, as he had learned in the earlier pat down. His eyes scanned over his body. And he thought a little more. He sure was fancy. Well, not fancy per se, but more… elegant? Put together? And the glasses. They sure were fancy. So were his clothes. Everything about him kind of had a way of drawing in Rocky. 

So, Mordecai is actually rather attractive... But Rocky finds plenty of people objectively attractive! It is just an observation and fact. Nothing wrong with that. And Rocky is a man who admires beautiful things. Nothing wrong with that. And in no way was Mordecai interested nor could he pursue a hostage in any way. So it couldn’t hurt to admire from afar, right? It's not like Rocky is gonna fall for him in any sense given the circumstances. And looking at beautiful things is fun. 

Rocky's eyes wander back up to soak in the tuxedo's face. Which now looks slightly.. Distraught? Flustered perhaps. Maybe Mordecai has thought about an embarrassing memory. Happens to Rocky quite a bit.

“You okay?” Rocky asked, trying to alleviate some of the still air in the room.

“I-” Mordecai paused, “I am doing fine.” 

Rocky chuckles, “You look like you're about to explode actually.” 

“I guess being here brings back some previous unpleasant memories.” Mordecai half lied. While it was true he was thinking about Viktor a bit more than he would like, that wasn't the real reason behind his behavior.

“Ah, yeah the whole Viktor thing.” Rocky paused, “Wanna.. Talk about that?”

“Not particularly, no.” Mordecai answered flatly. 

“Okay yeah, I get that..” Rocky’s voice slowly fizzled out as he spoke. Awkwardness filled the air and Rocky didn't like it. He wasn't used to that feeling, and probably never will. So when he noticed Freckle walking out of the kitchen he lit up. "If it isn’t my favorite chef!”

“No food yet, Sorry Rocky.” 

Rocky chuckled awkwardly. “Oh, that's alright! Rome wasn't built in a day.” he didn't care. He was glad that Freckle saved him from that.

“Uh, Mordecai?” 

Mordecai looked over at Freckle. “Yes?”

“Your tea is ready. Oh, and Rocky, I have your syrup.” 

“Great!” Rocky said, snatching it from Freckle, almost causing him to drop Mordecai’s tea. 

“Thanks.” Mordecai simply stated as he watched Freckle place the tea in front of him.  Freckle nodded in response, then walked back to the kitchen.

Thanks to Freckle, Rocky has been granted another shot at a conversation, and he wasn't going to waste it. “So, Mordecai.” He looked over at Rocky. “How ya holding up?

Mordecai thought for a moment. How was he doing? He hadn't seriously assessed his situation and how he felt since he got here, or really thought about it all too much. Too many things were happening in his mind at once. But, Mordecai supposed things could be worse. “Well, I am a hostage. But I am being treated quite well for being one.”

Rocky smiled, “I think that's the first time I've heard you look on the bright side! We are getting somewhere Mordecai!”

“I wouldn't call it, ‘looking on the bright side’ per se. It's more of a fact. Hostages are usually tortured and interrogated constantly. Seeing as I am being given a decent meal and having my basic needs met, I’d say that's better than most.” 

“Mitzi’s a criminal, not a psycho. She wouldn't do that.” Rocky’s voice sounded genuine.

“That wasn’t what I was trying to insinuate, but that is somewhat comforting to know I suppose.” Mordecai watched Rocky as he took a sip of his syrup in a cup. He grimaced. Now that's psychotic behavior if Mordecai has ever seen it. 

“You know..” Rocky took a second to compose his thoughts, “You aren't a bad guy. You know that? I mean compared to what people say about you, at least. I mean you're not like a murderous freak are you?”

Well, that was unexpected. To say the least. Though it was kind of comforting to hear, even from Rocky. “I wouldn't describe myself as a…” Mordecai did air quotes. “Murderous freak.” 

“Well I mean- no offense but you look cunning and scary. But I don't think you’re a bad guy. You know?”

Mordecai adjusted  his glasses “No, not particularly.” 

Rocky changed the subject. “Well.. How was your work? Well- before the whole-’ Rocky waved his hand around. “Hostage thing. You’re a Marigold right?” 

“It's-” For some reason, Mordecai almost told him the truth. “It's confidential and frankly, not any of your business.” 

“You're quite snarky for someone being held captive.” Rocky complained. “You gotta tell me something!”

Mordecai sighed, “If you truly want to know,” the tuxedo glanced over at Rocky, who was way into this. “It's not enjoyable in the slightest. My co-workers are utter buffoons and Asa doesn't know how to handle his agents properly.” Mordecai paused, “But, it is stable. Unlike this place.” Mordecai explained, mostly trying to convince himself.

“This place is plenty stable!” Rocky retorted. 

“Did you even get paid this week?” 

Rocky thought for a moment. “Well no- but we-”

“Are relying on loans from other people.” Mordecai finished for him. “To put it simply, this place will likely shut down in the foreseeable future.”

This brought a slight frown to Rocky’s face, and Mordecai kind of felt sorry. “But that's not to say it will happen. If Mitzi can somehow pull off a miracle that is.”

This seemed to suffice in cheering up Rocky as he immediately went back to prodding Mordecai for answers. “Give me all the juicy Marigold gossip and scandals!” 

“Sorry but no. Some things are better left forgotten and unmentioned. For your sake.” 

Rocky rolled his eyes. “There’s that snark again.”  Freckle walked out of the kitchen once more, this time with the plates of food. “Great work, Chef Freckle!” Rocky said ogling at the plate being set in front of him.

“Thanks.”

“Anyway, where was I?” Rocky said, taking another sip of his syrup concoction. 

“Asking me stupid questions.” Mordecai said watching Feckle put a plate of food in front of him. “Thank you.” Freckle simply nodded at him once again. Seems he is still uncomfortable with my presence. Or maybe that's just how he is. Freckle seems to always be uncomfortable.

“Are you planning on doing anything after you get out?” 

Rocky was looking at Mordecai with his big, and rather distracting blue eyes. He’d never really noticed them, but they were quite nice. Mordecai was getting distracted. “Most likely go back to work. Not much else for me to do.”

“And go back to fighting us?” Rocky sounded a bit distraught about that. 

“Most likely, yes.”

Rocky took a bite of pancake. “thw’ hy don't thwe like eath oter again?” His speech was mumbled with food in his mouth.

Mordecai gave him a judgemental look, “Excuse me?” 

Rocky swallowed. “Why don't we like each other again?” 

“It's..” Mordecai sighed, “A bit complicated.”

“You think it would be a bit easier if we just worked together. Shared resources and all that.”

“Maybe, but the cons outweigh the pros.” Mordecai explained. “Greed and general management decisions would cause a falling out some time down the line. It's inevitable really.” 

“I guess. I just…” Rocky sighed, "Don't want to fight you in the future. Or any of the Marigolds for that matter. If they are like you- and not all evil and stuff- I just don’t know I'll be comfortable morally too... Ya know.” Rocky dragged his thumb across his neck.

Mordecai nodded. “Well, that is one of many ethical dilemmas in this line of work. But it's something you have to confront if you want to stay in it.”

Rocky picked up a whole pancake with a fork and took a bite. “Yeah... I guess.”  

The two men managed to talk for about half an hour, maybe more. But it was long after they had finished their food. And if Mordecai said he hated it, he’d be lying. Rocky seemed to be growing on him. He wasn't as unbearable and unintellectual as Mordecai initially thought. And though Mordecai wouldn't admit it, sort of enjoyed talking to Rocky. It introduced some sort of normalcy to Mordecai’s very abnormal circumstances. But they were under a time limit and Mordecai had to eventually go back to the storage room. But before he did Mordecai had one more order of business. 

“Can I use the restroom now? It would be nice to go before I go back in there.” Mordecai asked Rocky, who just got up to lead him and Freckle back down to the tunnels.  

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that. That's fine. We can be a teeny bit late.” Rocky began showing Mordecai to the bathroom. When they reached the door, however, Rocky made a, rather- dreadful- revelation. “Uhm- Mordecai?’

“Hm?’ 

“Well- you see Miss M- she said we can’t leave you alone ..” Rocky looked at Freckle in a ‘you wanna do it?’ way. In which Freckle fervently shook his head. Rocky sighed. “I'm gonna have to- accompany you in there?” Rocky said like a question, for some reason.

Mordecai sighed, and a frown formed. “If you must, then go ahead. Not like I have much of a say anyway.” 

This was certainly going to be an experience.

Chapter Text

Ivy stood outside Viktor’s room, taking a breath before knocking. She waited a minute. Then another. After a few moments of silence, Ivy took that as her sign to enter. Inside, the room wasn’t much different from when she saw it last, though slightly dirtier. Her eyes instinctively fell onto Viktor, who was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.

Ivy walked over to him. “How's today treating ya, Viktor?” 

“Mmn” Viktor grunted in response.

Ivy nudged him. “Good! Sounds like someone's getting better!” An awkward silence filled the room. “Have you eaten anything yet?”

“No.”

“Why not?” 

“Mn”

“That's not an answer, Viktor. If you don't eat how are you supposed to get better?”

“I'm okay, dievka.”

“You can barely walk!”

“How is business?” Viktor changed the subject, ignoring her previous statement.

Ivy sighed, “It's... doing fine .” She lied. “That's actually why I’m here today! Well that and to also check up on you, of course.”

“Vhat does Mitzi need with me?”

“Well, we are running low on good booze. We might have to start selling the stuff that Rocky found at the gravesite soon..”

Viktor shook his head “Rocky booze? Oh no no. Ve can't have that.”

 “Yeah..” Ivy rubbed the back of her head. “Mitzi said you might know some quality suppliers in our area.”

“Mmmm,” Viktor thought for a moment. “Ya, I do. They work in Bridgeton. Pretty new, but pretty good asvell. Ought to do you guys good, no?”

“Yes, it will! And do you know where said smugglers are in Bridgeton?” 

“Mmm last time I checked, they work out of an abandoned train yard. South part of the city. You know vhen you see it.”

Ivy nodded and began her way out. “Noted. Thanks, Viktor.” 

“Ivy.” Viktor turned in his chair to face her.

Ivy turned back around. “Yes?”

“Stay away from Bridgeton. Send new hire. Or Rocky. Someone expendable.”

“I'll have you know I can smuggle perfectly fine!” Ivy said, slightly offended.

“I know dievka. But Bridgetown is no place for little girl like you.” 

“I'm eighteen!”

“It is no place for little… voman like you.” Viktor corrected, “Very very dangerous there.”

 Ivy began to protest, “I-”

“Ivy.” Viktor had a serious look on his face. “Promise me you vont step foot in that city.”

Ivy sighed. “Alright Viktor, I promise. But Rocky probably won't be able to either. I may have to. He's busy guarding the hostage.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow. “Hostage?”  

“Oh yeah, you don't know about that…” Ivy thought for a moment. “A Marigold managed to lock himself in our storage room while doing... Something ? We really should ask Mordecai more about that.”

Viktor chuckled. “Ha! Classic Marigolds. So foolish.” Viktor paused. “Wait.. who?”

Ivy’s face contorted. Was she supposed to tell Viktor about that? Well, too late now… Viktor probably won't let her leave until she tells him anyway. “...Mordecai.”

“Mordecai?!” Viktor sat up in his chair like he was about to take off somewhere. The sudden shift in his tone made Ivy flinch. 

“Woah, woah!” Ivy quickly approached him and helped him back down into his seat. “Don’t be making sudden movements like that!”

“I- Sorry, dievka.” Viktor calmed down some.

“You okay?” 

“Ya. Unexpected, is all.” Ivy looked at him with concern. “Vhat is Mordecai doing there?”

“Well… not much of anything actually. We got him locked up in one of the storage rooms”

“I see.” Viktor placed a hand on his chin. “Ought to pay him a visit.”

“No way you are! Not with your swish cheese lungs. You’ll have to wait until you can at least walk a large distance yourself. Especially if it's just to bicker with Mordecai.”

“I just want to talk.”

“We both know that's not what's gonna happen. Even if that was your intention, it would still end with you at each other's throats. I highly doubt you guys can even be in the same room together after what that bastard did to you.” 

Viktor sighed. “Alright.”

Ivy looked at him suspiciously, “It's not like you to go down without a fight…” Ivy shook her head, “Please, for your sake, don't be stupid.”

“Mn. No promises, dievka.” 

Well, it's not like Ivy could stop him, Viktor does what he wants whenever he wants. Given that isn't usually anything stupid or reckless. But it seemed Viktor was always stupid and reckless regarding Mordecai. Ivy didn't feel like trying to convince Viktor to not go and berate Mordecai, so she surrendered, turning to leave once more. “I'll go get you something to eat. And eat it this time please.”  Viktor nodded and Ivy left the room, turning on the radio for him as she exited. 

What was Ivy going to do with him?

Chapter Text

“Mitzi, what a pleasure.” Asa’s voice was raspy and muffled from the telephone. “It sure has been a while since we last spoke like this on the phone hasn't it?” Mitzi could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

She wishes she could glare at him over the phone. “Indeed it has, Mr. Sweet.”

“So, why are you calling me this fine evening?” 

Mitzi chuckled, “Oh, I'm sure you're well aware, Asa. Don't play dumb.”

“No no, enlighten me, Mitzi. What's the purpose of your call?”

“What exactly are you planning?” Mitzi's tone was sharp, not sparing any pleasantries for the man on the other side of the phone.

Asa let out a light laugh. "I'm not sur-”

“Cut the shit, Asa.” Mitzi cut him off. “I caught one of your Agents roaming around in my Lackadaisy. Mind sharing why he was there?”

“Mordecai..” Asa mumbled under his breath, the telephone barely caught it. “Doll, I was busy managing things over here at the Marigold. I had no time to bother with your poor excuse of an establishment, let alone send somebody over there. Perhaps we have an impersonator on the loose?” Asa said matter of factly, which only stroked Mitzi’s already growing annoyance more.

Mitzi sighed, and paused momentarily, “I have him.”

“Have who exactly, dear?’

Mitzi’s face grimaced at the pet name. “One Mordecai Heller.” 

Asa fell silent for a moment, which was deeply satisfying to Mitzi. “Mordecai huh?”

“Yes Mr. Sweet, Mordecai. Or did that ‘impersonator’ send him here?” Mitzi was audibly smiling now.

“And what exactly is your plan for him?”

“His fate lies entirely in your hands, Asa.”

“Does it now?” 

“Yes. Yes, it does.” Mitzi wasn't going to let this man have a moment to think.

“What do you want, Miss May?”

“Well leaving us alone would be a good first step. I don't know what you're planning, but I don't like it. Next time I catch one of your goons roaming around here I'm shooting Mordecai.”

Asa scoffed, “You really think because you have some aloof newbie locked up in your basement means you can just order me around? Don’t make me laugh, Mitzi. Keep him if that's what you wish… hell indoctrinate him if you can. We both know you could use the extra manpower.” 

“Don't pretend like he doesn't have any use to you, Sweet. Knowing Mordecai he probably has our whole floor plan mapped out in his head by now. Along with his insider information, he’s an asset to you ain’t he?”

Asa laughed. “It's cute really, watching you try and intimidate me. You are no Atlas, and you seem to forget that sometimes.” Sweet audibly took a huff of his cigar. “So do whatever you want with my so-called ‘ asset ’. But let's not pretend like Mordecai is any leverage against me.”

“There's no need to bluff Asa, it's obvious I have the upper hand here. And I'm willing to do anything to knock you down a peg.” 

“There's also no need to pretend you’ll shoot said upper hand in the head.” Asa retorted 

“Oh please. Don't underestimate me, Asa. If it means weakening you and your hotel I will gladly kill Mordecai.” Mitzi let her words linger for a moment. “But let's hope it doesn't come to that, Mr. Sweet .”

“Wow Mitzi, you've gone cold. Maybe this industry is finally breaking you.” 

“And maybe your stability and monopoly over this city's alcohol has made you soft.” Mitzi countered, her words laced in venom. “It only takes a few mistakes and you'll be right back at rock bottom. Where you ought to be.”

“Yes I'm well aware of that, and I'm also sure you of all people are as well. Your Lackadaisy is hanging on by a thread. And it's clear this is a pitiful last-ditch effort to try and regain some of your authority.”

“No matter how much you say things like that, it will never make them true. Things are fine over here. And I'm willing to keep Mordecai for however long I need to get what I want.”

“That sounds lovely dear, but it’s almost inconceivable to think that things are ‘ just fine ’ over there. Seeing your business still running is like watching a horse with a broken leg still trying to finish a race. And it's high time someone put that horse down.”

Mitzi huffed. “Is it now?” 

“It is, May. But don’t worry. My mercy is to come soon enough.”

“I’d like to see you try that, Sweet.”

Asa scoffed. “Farewell, Mitzi. And I'm sure you'll regret this call in the near future.” 

Before Mitzi could even respond, the connection was severed. Mitzi hung the earpiece back onto the receiver and sighed as she sat back down in her chair. Her breathing was a bit sporadic. This wasn't good, but not all bad either. It seemed Mitzi managed to get under Sweet's fur a little. Even if it took many half truths and straight up lies. She picked up on his uttering under his breath and had him on the ropes for a little while, and maybe still does. For now, Mitzi would have to prepare for whatever Asa was planning. She didn't have many doubts he would follow up on his threats, seeing as she already had one of his agents in her store room. But Mitzi had faith in the Lackadaisy. It would manage. It somehow always does. 

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The leaking pipe in the corner of the storeroom was just about torturing Mordecai’s very soul. It created an uncomfortably moist environment inside the room that caused Mordecai to sweat profusely. This sped up the mating process of his fur, not having a brush or shower was truly detrimental. His clothes also started to reek. It had been 3 days since Mordecai had last washed them and the smell was, unpleasant, to say the least.  He wasn't used to being so unclean, and he did not enjoy it whatsoever.  Perhaps he could have Rocky somehow convince Mitzi to let him shower at least. 

“Rocky?” Mordecai interrupted whatever Rocky was blabbering about at the moment. 

“Yes, my dear hostage?” 

“Do you believe there will be time in the near future to be able to bathe, maybe even wash my clothes?” 

Rocky went silent in thought for a moment. “I'm sure I could work something out with Miss M. She’s pretty empathetic towards you.” 

Mordecai scoffed, "I wouldn't exactly describe Mitzi’s attitude towards me as ‘empathy’. More of just enough to keep me alive and not completely insane.” Though Mordecai may actually go completely insane if he didn't clean himself soon.  

Rocky chuckled, "She's a Speakeasy owner, not a tyrant Mordecai.” 

“Still, if she is truly only granting me bare necessities like food, water, and the restroom, I'm not sure if it would include showers. Seeing as one can still live without showering.”

“I'll work something out,” Rocky repeated. “As for laundry, there isn't a machine at the Lackadaisy, I don't actually own one either. And I'm not sure if I can take you out of the restaurant to go to a launderer. I guess I could give you some of mine.” 

“Will they be clean?” Mordecai asked, seeing as how dirty his clothes were after simply eating earlier.

“Yes sir! Freshly laundered just for you.” 

“So they will actually be clean?” Mordecai reiterated. The very thought of being in a fresh pair of clothing excited Mordecai, despite however distasteful Rocky’s fashion sense may be. 

“Mhm. They should fit as well."

“That will do, I suppose.” Yes, Mordecai did suppose that Rocky’s clothes would fit him. He is only an inch or two taller than the tabby and he wears clothes too large for him for some strange reason.

“Alright,” There was some shuffling from outside the door. “I'll be off now! Don't go anywhere, ‘kay?” Rocky reused the same pun he always does when he leaves his post. 

“Wasn't planning on it.” 

“Good. Okay bye for serious this time!” Rocky said, his footsteps slowly fading away.

“Bye.” Mordecai responded, though he didn't know why. He was getting too comfortable with his captors. Perhaps he could use this time to rest his eyes some. It would be nice to relax a little while Rocky discusses with Mitzi. 

Rocky speed-walked out of the tunnels. He was sort of glad to get out of that depressing atmosphere and stretch his legs a bit. As Rocky made his way through the cafe, he noticed it was awfully quiet for it being midday. There were no sounds of servers bustling through the kitchen, nor any clacking of silverware. Strange. It seemed just about no one was here. Rocky ignored it and continued his pilgrimage to Mitzi’s office through the building.

It wasn't too long before Rocky reached the door to said office. He gave a few knocks on the door before opening it, not waiting for a response. “Miss M? I'm sorry to bother you but Mordecai-” Nobody was inside. Rocky was instead met with golden sunlight filling the room, illuminating the stagnant dust in the air. Why was nobody here? Not even Mitzi? Why was Rocky not informed about.. anything?! Somebody still had to be here, everyone was here this morning. 

Rocky made his way downstairs and began to search for any signs of life. The kitchen was empty, and so was the dining area. Rocky made a total of 3 laps around the tunnels and came up empty-handed. Where has everyone gone? It is starting to make Rocky a tad nervous. No way he of all people was left to look over the whole Lackadaisy! Rocky finished up his final lap around the Lackadaisy’s tunnels and decided to make one more round the cafe before he decided to officially start freaking out. It was halfway through that lap when he saw a familiar pair of ginger ears exiting the bathroom of the cafe.

“Freckle!” Rocky practically jumped on the poor cat, “Boy am I glad to see you!”

“Rocky-!” Freckle fought Rocky off him. “What are you doing? Why aren't you watching Mordecai?”

Rocky stumbled back and re-adjusted his tie. “Well,” Rocky paused. “I was looking for Mitzi- then I realized nobody was here and kind of started getting worried so I made like a ton of laps around the Lackadaisy and then I didn’t find anybody and kinda started freaking out- so I made another lap around the cafe” Rocky took a deep breath. “And then I found you! So-”

Freckle's face scrunched with confusion. “Rocky-”

“-Can you please tell me where everyone is and perhaps even tell me where Miss-”

“Rocky!” Freckle said, slightly louder, putting his rambling to an end.

“Yes?”

Freckle looked him in the eye, “Slow down.”

“Right, right. Okay so, I was going to go find Mitzi, and then I saw that no one was here, so then I looked for somebody and I found you!”

Freckle nodded, “Okay.”

“So do you know where everyone is?”

“Uhm, yeah. Mitzi took everyone to ‘go get supplies’..?” Freckle said like he was unsure himself.

“What?! Why does she need everybody to ‘get supplies’?”

Freckle shrugged, “To be honest I wasn't listening. Something to do with Asa, I dunno.”

“Why didn't anyone tell me?”

“Oh well I was kinda supposed to tell you but I forgot. Mitzi said we are gonna be the one's guarding Mordecai and the cafe while everybody’s out.”

“How do you forget that?”

“Why did it take you 3 hours to realize anybody was gone?” Freckle countered.

Rocky crossed his arms and huffed, “I’ll have you know I was having a very deep conversation with Mordecai.”

Freckle gave him a concerned look, “Rocky whats up with y-”

“Oh, I just remembered!” Rocky grabbed Freckle by his wrist. “Come with me, my dear cousin!”

A knock on the door woke Mordecai up. His eyes shot open. How long has it been? When did he fall asleep? “Just a moment please.” Mordecai scanned the blurry ground for his glasses, which he found after a moment of stumbling around. He put them on and stood up, dusting off his coat as he did. “Yes?”

“It’s Rocky!” Rocky beamed through the door.

“Hello, Rocky,” Mordecai responded. “Aren’t you supposed to be talking to Mitzi right now?” 

“Yeah, it's time for your shower!” 

Mordecai’s ears perked up. He was allowed? “Really?”

“Yup,” Rocky said, lifting the metal bar that kept the door shut, and slowly opening it. 

Moredecai’s eyes burned a bit, getting used to the change of lighting of the corridors. After a moment, he scanned the area in front of him. There was Rocky, who was grinning at him, and Freckle, who was standing next to him, brandishing a pistol. “Mitzi really allowed such a thing?”

Rocky’s grin dropped a little. “Oh well... No she didn’t. She uhm- wasn't here… But I’m sure she wouldn't be opposed to it!”

That was certainly an interesting change in Rocky’s behavior. “I see,” Mordecai said as he stepped out into the tunnel.

“Same thing as yesterday, Freckle!” Rocky exclaimed, taking the lead. “And Mordecai, please don't do anything in there. I can't have my reputation dragged through the mud like that.”

“I don't think there’s much I can do in these bathrooms.”

“I suppose, just don't try anything please?”

“You have my word. I won’t do anything else except clean myself. Nothing Nefarious” 

“Good.” Rocky paused before beginning towards the stairs. “Let's be off!”

“Off where exactly?” Mordecai asked,  “I don't necessarily remember there ever being showers inside the Lackadaisy.”

“Upstairs, Miss M’s place has one.” 

He's going to be showering in Mitzi's personal bathroom? And she doesn't know about it? This is a recipe for disaster. For Rocky at least. 

It didn't take long for the three to make their way to Mitzi’s abode. They made their way up the steps and to Mitzi’s bathroom. Freckle stopped his close pursuit behind Mordecai. To be honest, Mordecai had abandoned any thought of escape at this moment, and the prospect of finally showering is more important to him currently. Being this filthy wasn’t a feeling he was used to or wanted to get used to.

Rocky guided him to the bathroom, which lay not too far from the entrance. “Well, this is it!” Rocky exclaimed whilst dramatically gesturing towards the room. “Towels are here,” Rocky started pointing to objects within the bathroom.  “brushes here, soap, and…. “ He paused and looked around, “and- conditioner and shampoo, somewhere!” 

Mordecai stared at him blankly. “Right..” 

Rocky patted Mordecai on the back. “Well, I'm sure you can get yourself situated! Me and Freckle will just be over here if you need something.” he pointed to nearby seating and grabbed Freckle by the shoulder, leading him to it. “And no escaping, please. ”

Mordecai nodded “I won't.” Rocky smiled at him with a toothy grin, and Mordecai headed into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him. It wasn't unfamiliar to Mordecai. It was humble, while still functioning well enough as a personal bathing room. A window sat to the left of the shower, pouring daylight into the room. Mordecai stared at it. He could escape, right now. Out the window. Sustaining little injury. Yet, he didn’t. Logically he knew that this would probably be his only opportunity to escape. He's alone. Unmonitored. His captors were distracted. And in front of him sat a window lay in front of him, almost beckoning him to leave this place. But even though his brain screamed at him to jump out the window, his heart stayed.

Leave to what exactly? Asa? The Savoys? His other horribly draining coworkers? The work he dreaded doing every single day of his life? Mordecai hated to admit it, but this ‘kidnapping’ was starting to become a vacation of sorts for him. It was nice to get away from work. He kind of didn’t want to leave. And while yes, it was humiliating begging for necessities, his life at the Lackadaisy wasn't horrible. Mordecai missed it here, although he’d never say that aloud. He missed when work was fun, and he actually kind of enjoyed the company of the people he was around all day. Rocky had made him realize that. Now that Mordecai thought about it, there weren't as many pros to being a Marigold as he thought. He sort of began-

“Are you okay in there?” Rocky’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He must've been staring at the window for longer than he thought. The fur on his cheek was beginning to soak up some of the heat from the sun.

“Ah- Yes, I'm just looking for some shampoo.” 

Rocky sounded relieved that Mordecai was even still inside the bathroom. “Oh thank goodness! You're alive in there!”

“My apologies, it was not my intention to worry you.”

“No it's fine- just try not to be in there in silence for extended periods again.”

“... I'll take that into consideration.” Mordecai waited for Rocky to walk off before doing anything else. What he said was half true. He did need to look for the shampoo and conditioner. He can’t properly clean himself otherwise. Mordecai began to shuffle through the cabinets of the bathroom. After a bit, he found the shampoo and conditioner, which lay behind a medicine cabinet behind the mirror. Having everything he needed, he began to derobe himself. Starting with his coat, he began to take each layer off one by one, folding them neatly into a pile. He took off his glasses and set them on top. He twisted the faucet for hot water, switched the stream to the shower, and after he got the temperature right, stepped in the shower. 

Mordecai stood under the warm stream and reveled in the feeling. This was exactly what he needed. Knowing no more sweat plagued his fur was a most comforting thought. It's been a while since he’d been warm . Down in the storeroom where he had been sleeping, it’s rather cold, especially because it's currently December. He reached over and grabbed a bar of soap, which was already damp with water and began to massage it into his fur. The feeling of being clean slowly comes back to Mordecai. This was nice. After he finished with the soap, Mordecai grabbed the glass bottle of Mitzi’s shampoo. Mordecai raised it to his nose. It smelled slightly of lavender, not his favorite but better than the smell of body odor. He took a generous amount into his paw and began messaging it into his fur. As he did, Mordecai began to feel small mats in the patterns of his fur. Thankfully, none of them were bad. But the ones on his chest and thigh would definitely be a hassle to get out. Mordecai washed the shampoo off his body and began on the mats with conditioner and a brush. 

Over time, the repetitive motion of brushing out his coat made his mind begin to wander. Although soothing, it wasn’t entertaining in the slightest.  Mordecai turned into Rocky’s thoughts, almost instinctively, so as to not be left alone in his own head right now. 

Jeez… Rocky internally groaned, Freckle is so quiet! It's so hard to talk to him sometimes. Rocky's eternal monologue paused for a moment as if he looked around. I wonder what Mordecai is doing right now… Well, he's showering- obviously. But I wonder what he looks like under all those fancy clothes. Is he secretly buff? What do the fur patterns on his back look like?  His chest?  What about- No! Rocky, you mustn't think of such things!  

Mordecai felt the skin of his face match the temperature of the water. He wasn't used to being mentally ogled at. How can one man be so impudent?

Soooo… Freckle.  A brief silence follows after. How are you holding up with the whole…. Gangster thing.

  Okay, this was new. So not only could Mordecai share certain strong emotions with Rocky, but he could also listen in on whatever he's saying. Mordecai had never really noticed before because he was either talking to Rocky or not paying attention to his monologue. But he supposes it does make sense. It's not very noticeable but your speech must go through some form of thought, even if it is Rocky.

Still having issues with the whole shooting people thing?

See! I knew you could do it! Trust me this place is better than that rundown store you were at before.

Like what? Shoot someone?

Well, next time Miss M needs us too I guess… Hey, don't sweat it! Any person you shoot is probably in self-defense!

And you're so welcome! Come to me with anything dear cousin, I’m your guy!

Even though Mordecai had a one-sided perspective of the conversation, it was clear the discussion started to fizzle out.

How are things with your little cuddle bunny?

Ahhh, young romance is such a beautiful thing don't you think? Just you and your sweetheart chattering all day. How maudlin of you, Freckle.

And it's almost like watching a play! You still love her even though your mother would never allow it! Truly she's your Juliet, Romeo.

There was a pause.

Mordecai? Well let's see… he used to work here not too long ago. He quit for some reason, shooting Viktor in the knees for some reason as he did. So now he is in a rival gang, called the Marigolds. And he's now, uh, here. That explain it?

Mordecai’s face scrunched. Viktor …  He didn’t want to ponder about that currently.

He's done some... Strange things before. And if rumors are true then he's pretty ruthless in what he does. Killing people and the such.

I mean we all have done bad things. You have to be in this line of work. But I don't think that makes him nearly as horrible as people say he is.  He's not a bad person, and neither are you Freckle.

Was Rocky… Defending him? That's a surprise given how nefarious he is among this city’s Speakeasies. It sounded like Rocky was almost, advocating for him in a way. It felt... Nice. Strangely enough.

Between us? What do you mean?

I'm just being hospitable! There is nothing wrong with that, is there Freckle?

I'm just a friendly person! I mean, I feel like most people would describe me that way.

I- Rocky blanked for a second. No I don't! But I had to do that! Miss M said to not let him out of our sight!

What- Well thats- its-

Seems Freckle has Rocky on the ropes.

And what does that mean? I am plenty careful. 

I definitely am! I can handle Mordecai just fine!

What?

I- What? No!  I- I didn't have a look! I look at everyone like that! God- Freckle we were not flirting!

It wasn’t anything like that I promise you.

From what Mordecai could gather from the half conversation, Rocky had talked himself into a corner. And if he said it wasn’t entertaining it would be a lie. After that whole debacle, it was very clear Rocky was begging to show signs of certain feelings. Which wasn’t to not be expected given the whole soulmate thing. But this was still troubling to Mordecai. How long would it be until his privacy is the one being breached? Mordecai cringed at the thought of Rocky having free reign over his mind. For now, Rocky and Freckle’s conversation seemed to die down. Rocky's mind being a flustered whirlwind now made it less entertaining to listen to. So Mordecai tuned Rocky out once again and turned back into his reality. He had just about gotten all of the mats out of his fur and was now acceptably clean. It was pleasant to smell pleasant once again. Though he would have to ask Rocky to see if he could get those clothes later today. Mordecai dreaded having to put back on those rancid clothes. For now, it would have to do.

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“So… how ya liking the new clothes?”  Rocky asked to the door, trying to flare up a conversation with the captive. An uncomfortable silence fell between them after Rocky had given Mordecai a fresh new pair of his clothes. And he was starting to wonder if they weren't up to Mordecai’s fancy standard of fashion.

“They surprisingly fit me.” Mordecai responded through the door, “And are also surprisingly clean as well.” 

“Surprisingly? I would only give my hostages the most pristine regalia.”

Mordecai scoffed. “I wouldn’t describe this as regalia… But it’s definitely not the pits of fashion either.” Mordecai paused. “Acceptable.”

Score! Mordecai likes my clothes! Rocky thought, becoming a little too excited at Mordecai's ‘praise’. “Glad it's up to your standards,” Rocky replied, not letting his mental excitement leak out.  “Uhm- if you’d like- I can take your dirty clothes off your hands and wash them for you. I can't imagine one pair of clothes will last you very long.”

Mordecai scoffed, “If you are willing to do that, then, that would be favorable.” 

“Of course I'm willing! Can't have you be completely suffering in there.” In truth, Rocky just wanted one of Mordecai’s coats, to keep. All to himself. Perhaps he could say it got lost in the cleaners? Or maybe it ripped in the dryer? He’ll cross that bridge when he gets there, Rocky decides. he begins lifting the bar that locked the door. “Oh wait- Are you-” Rocky took a moment to find the phrasing. “-decent?”  He asked, waiting for an answer before he swung the door open. Though a part of him regretted asking. What if he wasn't and Rocky got a glorious gaze at Mordecai's nude figure? What if- Rocky shook his head, and along with his lewd thoughts. He mustn't think in such a way!

“I- uhm- ahem.” Mordecai seemed to be choked up on something, it's not like him to stumble over words like that. Strange indeed . “I am.” 

With his answer, Rocky opened the door slowly. He let himself take in Mordecai a moment before speaking. His fur was fluffier from the shower, and less knotted.  Rocky's clothes were hugging his figure. He looked nice. Nicer than before.  “My suit doesn't look half bad on you!” Rocky thought out loud while appraising Mordecai.

“Thanks,” Mordecai said as he dusted off the coat that hung off his shoulders. 

“Blue looks pretty good on you… You should wear it more often.”

Mordecai adjusted his glasses, “Well, when I have access to my closet again I’ll consider it.” He said while picking up his neatly folded stack of dirty clothes and handing it to Rocky.

Rocky picked up the clothing and set it down by his chair. “You know, for someone who's a hostage you’re oddly… Respectful?” 

Mordecai raised his right brow slightly, “How so?” 

“Well, whenever you’ve used the bathroom you fold the towels all nicely. And after your shower, the mirror wasn't foggy. You've also had 2 opportunities to escape now, but you haven’t.”

“Well-” Mordecai thought for a moment, putting a hand on his chin.  “I suppose it's just a force of habit. I dislike leaving things messier than when I found them.”

Rocky smiled at him and scoffed. “You are a strange one, you know that?”

“ I 'm the strange one? If anything, I would describe you as more of ‘the strange one’ in this situation.” Mordecai rebutted.

“And why's that?”

“For starters, you continuously go out of your way to make sure I'm taken care of. Allowing me to clean myself and the like. You also make small talk with me, and treat me unlike how one would and arguably should treat a hostage.”

“Is that really so strange though? I'm just treating you like how I would treat any person staying in my company. And if I can’t talk to anyone I go crazy, if you haven't noticed that yet.”

“Well, sort of. I’m a hostage, and yet you treat me like a guest. Why?”

Rocky mulled over his reasoning for a moment. Why did he go to such lengths for him? Would he do that for a different hostage that wasn't Mordecai? That he couldn't answer. At least not yet he couldn’t. But one thing he could answer is that Mordecai is special. There is something about him- about his aura that continuously drives Rocky to him over and over again. And he's determined to find out what exactly that is. “I guess that's just the kind of guy I am.”

Mordecai’s usually stoic face faltered a second, and he almost smiled. Mordecai almost smiled- of all people- Mordecai!  “You’re an endearing one. That I can say” Mordecai said in a tone that told Rocky he was being truthful. 

Rocky imploded internally. Did he just get a compliment from Mordecai?! Mordecai just called him endearing! Rocky’s chest got lighter, and his heart felt like someone was squeezing it. A truly delightful feeling it was, to be complimented by Mordecai. “And you're not as bad as you and others paint you out to be, Mordecai.”

Mordecai’s face relaxed, and he looked slightly surprised at Rocky’s response. “Thank you, Rocky.”

Rocky wishes he could put Mordecai’s words onto a record and play it over and over again. “I- uh-” Rocky’s cool exterior started to get melted from the heat inside of him. “You’re welcome, but all I spoke was the truth.”

“I appreciate your words nonetheless. I don't normally hear such compliments.”

“Really? I’d imagine someone as well put together as you gets buttered up by beautiful mistresses all the time.”

“I suppose, but I try my hardest to not put myself in situations where people can interact with me romantically.” Mordecai said, talking with his hands.

"I should've guessed. You don’t seem the type to visit any dance floors very often.”

Mordecai nodded, “indeed. I try to stay away from such rowdy places.”

“That's a shame, dances are one of my favorite places on this earth!" Rocky said, doing a dramatic pose. "Do you dance?”

“I-” Mordecai was cut off by the door slamming shut. The loud sound making Rocky jump back and his fur to stand up on his skin

‘Rocky.” A familiar voice said, in an angry tone. 

Rocky looked down and a certain ginger cat met his gaze with an unamused look. “If it isn’t my dear cousin!” Rocky said, nuzzling the shorter cat's head, just in between the ears. “What brings you down to my little corner of the Lackadaisy today?"

‘Well, Mitzi sent to come get you. We’re all having a meeting in the cafe.” 

“Did she now?” 

“Yes, yes she did.” Freckle said glaring daggers at Rocky.

“Alright... So what's the uh- look for?”

“I was just waiting for you to acknowledge my presence first.”

“Right..” Rocky pushed his indexes together.  “And how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough. And it seemed you were so busy flirting with our hostage that you didn’t even notice me.” Freckle scolded while crossing his arms.

“Freckle- I wasnt- we weren’t-  I-”

Freckle grabbed Rocky by his cheek, pinching it whilst begging to drag him to the stairs leading to the cafe. “We’ve kept Mitzi waiting long enough.”

“Hey! Freckle- that hurts!’ Rocky said while tripping over his feet as Freckle led him out of the tunnels. 

“You be quiet. And we’re going to talk about this later.” Freckle said in a tone all too uncommon for the ginger. It kind of scared Rocky a little. Freckle was rarely angry. He wasn’t much of anything usually, so Rocky was admittedly a little terrified of his cousin at the moment. Freckle, when angry, could take on a thousand men. At least that was what Rocky thought. He let out a whine and let Freckle drag him to the cafe so as to not annoy him any more than he already has. 

Oh, where has his aloof little cousin gone?!

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“Freckle!” Rocky yelped as he fought his cousin's hands away from his cheek. “Jeez! What’s gotten into you!” Rocky asked as he rubbed his cheek, which was still stinging from the pain of being pinched.

Freckle stared at the taller man blankly. “As I said we are going to talk about this later.”

Rocky began up the stairs leading to the cafe. “What is-” Rocky waved his hands around. “ This?!” 

Freckle lifted the hatch, holding it open for Rocky. “Later.” He said while putting the two's short argument to rest with just his tone. 

Rocky stepped into the bright garage through the hatch, squinting his eyes as he adjusted to the change of lighting. “Alright, later.” he said, sighing in defeat. There’s no winning against Freckle when he is adamant about something. Though he’s hardly ever adamant about… well anything. 

Freckle began leading the duo out of the garage and into the cafe. “So you said there's a meeting or something?” Rocky chimed behind the ginger. 

“There is.”

Still mad. Dually noted. “About what.. exactly?”

“Not sure, she’ll go more into it in the actual meeting.” Freckle said, exiting the garage. Rocky nodded, deciding to euthanize this "conversation" for his own sake, opting to follow his cousin instead silently. 

It wasn’t long before they reached their destination, given that it was only a couple of feet away. It spared Rocky from the stale exchange of words that he had just exchanged with his cousin. Inside the cafe, the first thing Rocky noticed was everyone huddled around a table in the cafe. The light dangling above it is the only one on the whole floor. And the only light for that matter. Dramatic for sure, and also full of tension. Rocky could taste it in the air, and also feel his co-workers digging holes into his fur with their eyes. 

“Rocky, Freckle. You two are back.” Mitzi said, breaking the silent air in the room. “Come.” She beckoned, inviting them into the circle of cats surrounding the table. “There are important matters to tend to.”

“Sorry- for uhm..” Rocky rubbed the back of his head. “making you wait Miss M.” 

Mitzi shook her head. “It’s fine, Rocky. Just don’t make it a habit please.” She sighed, “Now that everyone is here, we can begin.” Mitzi reached under the table and slammed down a heavy bag full of seemingly metal objects. Bulky and heavy ones at that. “Yesterday…” She began, “I, along with a few others, managed to seize one of Sweet’s trucks. We were hoping to just find some booze, to cut down on the cost of buying from our suppliers- like we usually do. But instead-” Mitzi shook out the contents of the bag onto the table. Collective murmurs and gasps from Lackadaisy members filled the air almost immediately. On the table was now an assortment of Chicago Typewriters, pistols, ammunition, mags, and makeshift Molotov supplies. Enough to equip just about everyone in this room with some kind of armament. Seeing the weapons of destruction kind of excited Rocky, who swiped a stray piece of ammunition off the table and began to fiddle with it in his hand. “As you can see, it was not booze.” Mitzi leaned forward, placing her palms on the edge of the table. She looked almost anxious. “There's a lot more bags where that came from too.” She paused to let her words sink in. “Now- I have no idea what Sweet could be planning, but I assume it ain’t nothing good.” Mitzi picked up one of the pistols off the table, inspecting it. “Earlier this week me and Asa had a not-so-pleasant ‘ conversation ’ over the phone. He threatened me, and the Lackadaisy. But I thought it was simply a hollow promise, this…” Mitzi waved the pistol toward the pile of guns it belonged to, causing Zib, who was standing next to her to flinch. “Is beginning to make me think otherwise. Asa is planning something big, and I’m almost certain it has something to do with us.” 

“And what do ya want us to do about that?” Zib asked, tapping his cigarette on a nearby ashtray. 

“I want all of you to be ready.” Mitzi set the pistol down. “I don't know when, but Sweet is going to try something, and I have no doubts it will be sometime soon. I want you all to be used to using these guns, and always have your guards up. Don't let anyone suspicious linger around. And I'll be honest-” Mitzi paused, “We are understaffed and underfunded in comparison to Asa. But please know I am working on a solution for that.” Mitzi put a hand to her chin, thinking of anything else to add, “Everyone gets at least a pistol, those with better shots-” Mitzi glanced at Freckle, “Will get the typewriters. For now, this concludes our meeting. Everyone, please help me move these along with other weapons into one of the empty storage rooms downstairs. I'll make sure to compensate you guys in your wages for the extra help.” With that last bit of encouragement, Mitzi grabbed a couple of guns and began to walk off, before she remembered something. “Oh, and Ivy?” 

The short tabby’s ears perked up, and she turned to face Mitzi, “Yes?”

“Could you inform Viktor about all this when you see him next for me?”

Ivy nodded and picked up an armful of magazines. “Of course!” 

“Thanks, hon.”

After the brief briefing, everyone began taking the weapons down to the tunnels to be stored. This included Rocky, who grabbed as many pistols as he could and began down to one of the storage rooms which was now a makeshift armory for the influx of weapons they now possessed. The task Mitzi asked of them wasn't a very difficult one, a couple of bags and one table full of weapons could be taken downstairs by seven people in just a few loads pretty easily. The hard part was organizing the weapons inside of the armory. They were all a jumbled mess and would probably take up to an hour at the least to fully assort everything. A truly treacherous task for Rocky, and a boring one too. How would he survive such a thing? Idle banter and dilly-dallying. That's how. Rocky looked around and sized his options. He could choose to stand next to Freckle, but that would probably lead to the aforementioned “talk” Freckle had threatened earlier. And Zibowski was just a little dry nor did he have much to say. Rocky was also slightly intimidated by him, so that's off the table. Then there was Ivy. He hadn't talked to her in a while, so they could catch up. And she wasn't as nonchalant as Zib nor was she mad at him, like Freckle. She was his perfect victim! 

Rocky walked up next to her and began sorting through the pile of armaments. “How are you holding up this fine evening Miss Pepper?”

Ivy looked up from the shelf she was loading, "I'm doing… fine I guess?” She said, shrugging.

Rocky raised a brow, “You don't sound so certain about that. Is something troubling you? As you know-” Rocky gestured to himself, "I'm your guy! Please, tell me about your woes!”

Ivy furrowed her brow. “Its nothing-”

“Is it Freckle? That guy can be dense sometimes ya know? I can talk some sense into him if you’d like.”

“Rocky-”

“Orrr maybe it's work-related! Is this overtime stressing you out? Or-”

“Rocky! I am fine! I don't have any problems and even if I did you most definitely wouldn’t be the first one to know.”

Rocky looked at her with a suspicious face. “Well if you did have a problem- Just know I am here for you!” He said while patting her back.

Ivy tensed at the contact. “I'll… keep that in mind.”

Ivy went back to arranging the weapons, leaving an unsatisfied Rocky in silence. “Sooooo…” Rocky scoured his brain for conversation topics. “How are you and Freckle?”

“I don’t see why I should be telling you mine or his business.”

Geez, she was in a mood too! “Can you ya know…” Rocky tapped her with his elbow. “ Hear him?”  

“Oh my gosh, Rocky!” Ivy said, getting visibly flustered. “I- no- we cannot hear each other. ”

Rocky gave her a shit-eating expression, “Why so defensive? It's so clear you two are destined for each other! It's bound to happen eventually…” Rocky sighed dreamily. “Just imagine it! Little Miss Pepper and Freckle- soul bound together- forever connected…”

Ivy’s face was a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. “Rocky!”

Rocky couldn’t help but grin, “I simply speak the truth.”

Ivy buried her hands in her face. “Me and Freckle aren't-"

“That's what you think.” Rocky interrupted. “Just because you can't hear him yet doesn't mean it's not meant to be! You know- there's actually been a few cases where one partner gets it before the other. Freckle might hear you but is just too shy to admit it.”

“Like we’re gonna be one of those cases.”

Rocky placed a pistol on the shelf. “I don’t know why you fight me on this Ivy. It is clear as day.” 

“Well.. what about you?”

“ What about me?” 

“I don't hear anything about your soulmate. You're getting a bit old to not have one by now.”

Rocky placed a hand on his chest in offense, "I'll have you know I'm only 22!”

Ivy scoffed. “2 years over the average age.”

“I’ll-” Rocky thought about it for a second. He hadn't thought about that much, but it is true. He was getting old, and still, the universe has not yet graced him with a soulmate. It was kind of scary, having to wait this long. Maybe he was going to be one of the ones who doesn't get one- or what if his soulmate already died? Rocky didn’t wish to think about such things. “I'm just a late bloomer- nothing wrong with that!”

Ivy laughed a little, "I'm sure you are- or maybe you don't have one.” Rocky’s face must have been showing his emotions because Ivy quickly backtracked on her statement. “I'm just kidding, Rocky! Lighten up!” She said playfully, hitting him on the shoulder. “I'm sure you’ll get a soulmate soon. Though I do pity them. I can't imagine having to listen to your thoughts all day. If you even do any thinking up there.”

“Yeah- right-” Rocky let out a weak chuckle. He would usually laugh, but he just felt off. That whole soulmate thing got him unusually worked up emotionally. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, though it was one he was familiar with, he thought he had left these things in his teenage years he wasn't sure why he was so worked up over this. A gaping hole of anxiety punctured his chest, making him feel light.  His heart rate picked up a little, and some cold sweat began absorbing into his fur. This isn’t good. His emotions weren't usually this unstable. Maybe his heat came early? No that's impossible, his last one was just a few weeks ago. 

“Hey Ivy...” 

“Yeah?”

“I'm- uh gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

Ivy gave him a concerned look, he must look strange right now. “Uhh- Okay.”

Rocky didn’t even look back at Ivy and instead began speed-walking over to the nearest bathroom. Why were his emotions just now all out wack?

What the hell is happening right now?!

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Mordecai’s claws scratched hopelessly at the concrete walls of the storeroom. He had been hopelessly pacing and in circles in the desolate storeroom for hours at this point. It had to be some ungodly hour by now, and it was becoming increasingly evident that he was not going to be getting much sleep tonight. He was above this, or at least he should be. But here he is, in an empty room, by himself, clawing at the wall like some feral animal. Sweat pooled and soaked into the fur of the dip of Mordecai’s collarbone then ran down his abdomen, soaking into the new set of clothes Rocky had just brought him. Every drop of sweat brought more of a smell Mordecai found to be quite repulsive. A strong aromatic earthy scent plagued the room and probably the hallway outside from the Storeroom as well. Rocky’s scent clashed with his. He became hyperaware of it. The smell of the man guarding the door of the room leaked in from the crack of the door, and god was it intoxicating. With every breath, Mordecai heaved in more of Rocky’s scent, and with every beat of his heart a shuddery feeling of sappy heat spread throughout his insides. The smell of Rocky clogged his very lungs, forcing Mordecai to take slow methodical breaths that bordered on a pant. His nose was full of a sickeningly sweet yet spicy floral musk that was unique to that tabby. It was nothing like he smelt before, and he never has wanted to crack a non-existent window more. 

Mordecai used his back to slide down the cold concrete wall and curl into a ball. He gripped the damp fur on the back of his neck. Mordecai wanted to peel off his skin to get some form of relief from this fever. This wasn't Mordecai’s first heat, and he was typically proficient in managing them. But that was before he was cursed with this god-forsaken soulmate. He had no idea how to handle these new sensations. Why had no one ever said anything about this? Entirely new, more primal, feelings plagued his body. His pants strained, begging for some relief. The scent of arousal and hormones floated around him like shackles. But he was still rational and was not about to lower himself to masturbate in this storeroom. Mordecai felt like he was melting, he needed suppressants ASAP. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take of his torture. Mordecai couldn’t even focus. Rocky’s thoughts blasted into Mordecai’s mind, leaving little room for his own. But to his heat-ridden brain, it was all gibberish. His mind was more focused on Rocky’s inflection. The way his voice fluctuated, cracked, and strained as he thought made Mordecai’s heart race a little more each time he heard it. Rocky was also quiet, a very out-of-character thing for him. But even though no words were exchanged, the two were still conversing. Mordecai could almost feel Rocky’s heartbeat within his own, the rise and fall of his chest as he drew breath. Every time Rocky coughed, Mordecai would feel a slight vibration in his chest. This soul bind has truly gotten out of hand. First, it's feeling, now it's sensations as well? Mordecai prayed this was temporary. He has never felt more strange than he is feeling right now.

“Ahem-” Rocky cleared his throat, loud enough for Mordecai to hear through the door. “Mordecai?”

“Yes, Rocky?” Mordecai couldn't help a rather sharp tone from slipping out.

“Are you-” Rocky stopped himself, “Are you- uh okay?”

“I-” Mordecai cleared his throat. “I'm fine, Rocky.” His voice betrayed him, coming out airy and unstable.

“Mordecai-”

“ What? ” Mordecai cut off with an uncontrollably venomous tone.

Rocky didn't respond. An uncomfortable amount of silence fell between the two. Mordecai pulled out his pocket watch, his paws sapping up the little cold the copper had been clinging to. He stared at what little of himself he could see in the reflection of the glass. From what he could tell, his fur was damp enough to hold a small glint in the light, and eyebags plagued his face. He overall looked sickly… and wet. The metal clank of Rocky lifting the bar that held the door in made his eyes snap away from his reflection. 

“What are you doing?” Mordecai asked as he watched the door slowly swing open. Was he really about to be seen like this? By Rocky no less. This place was hell.  Mordecai contemplated running out the door and escaping just to spite Rocky. But his legs most likely don't have the strength for that. Soon enough, the door was open and revealed the awkward figure of Rocky. He looked uncomfortable and embarrassed. Which was strange for him. 

“Here,” Rocky said as he handed Mordecai a small, mint-like metal container. 

Mordecai could feel Rocky’s eyes burrowing into him. Staring at him in this pathetic state. This is humiliating. Mordecai reached out a paw and grabbed the metal box from Rocky. “What is this?” 

Rocky rubbed his neck and looked away. “Their.. heat suppressants .” He said in a whisper like the very concept was taboo. “I thought... You might- uh need them right now…” 

Mordecai stared at him blankly. “You just… keep these on you?” 

“Oh well- no not really. I just happen to- also be… ya know.” Rocky waved his hands in a circle.

“I see.” Mordecai finds it amusing how Rocky fumbled around the concept of heats like a first grader who just learned about them. He expected no less from the man. He chuckled to himself, looked away from Rocky and inspected the bottle. Not to his surprise, it simply had “HEAT SUPPRESSANT" printed on in simple red font. Mordecai looked up and gave him a small smile. He was very relieved these hours of torture were over. “Thank you, Rocky.”

“No problem, my dear hostage.” Rocky’s embarrassment seemed to melt away, and just like that the old Rocky was back. He gave Mordecai a toothy grin and, for one reason or another, Mordecai’s cheeks flared up. He could feel it even through his heat. They stared at each other for a moment, soaking in the silence. In each other. Eventually, Mordecai snapped out of it and took one small pill out of the container, promptly swallowing it. He handed them back to Rocky, but he pushed his hand back.

“No no! Keep them! I still have some more in my car.” 

“Really?” Mordecai asked, putting them in his coat pocket. 

“Mhm! Don’t worry, it's on the house!” 

Mordecai stared at him again. Why is he always so nice? Is he dumb? Technically, Mordecai still works for Sweet, his enemy. His behavior is quite the anomaly to Mordecai. Mitzi treats him accordingly, yet Rocky- Rocky continuously goes out of his way, and even goes against orders to make Mordecai more comfortable. It's illogical really, Rocky’s actions. Rocky is someone he has yet to understand fully. What motivates him? Why is he so stupid? Even after these first weeks, Rocky is the only one who can tolerate Mordecai’s presence. He even seems to enjoy it. No one has enjoyed his presence since… Viktor. 

“Hello? Anyone in there?” Mordecai was snapped out of his head by Rocky waving his paw in front of his face. 

“Oh-” Mordecai came back to reality. “Apologies.” 

“Thought we were having a staring contest. You lost by the way.” Rocky snickered and inspected Mordecai. “Hey look, you already look better! Less..” Rocky thought for a moment. “Ghostly.” 

Mordecai laughed softly. It was true, the pills seemed to already be kicking in, given that he had reclaimed a part of his critical thinking. His body temperature has already lowered by quite the amount. Not normal by any means, but definitely better. “Yes, thank you. It appears your medication is quite fast-acting.” 

Rocky smiled at him. “Glad I could help. Mitzi’s always has the best cure!”

“Wait- Mitzi? These are Mitzi’s?” Mordecai asked, looking down at the metal medication box. 

“Yup! I started earlier today- in the middle of work too! I wasn't due for at least another couple weeks so it was strange- but Mitzi gave me some of hers. Worked like a charm. And yours truly was up and running in no time.”  Rocky posed proudly.

Mordecai felt a little guilty. Given what he now knows about the whole bond situation it's safe to say it's Mordecai’s fault for his early start. “Are you sure she won't be upset about this?” 

“How would she even know? You're too paranoid, you know that?”

“I would call it more cautious than paranoid.” Mordecai adjusted his slightly fogged glasses. “You always seem to go against Mitzi’s orders for me. It's bound to catch up to you one day.”

“Well, today is not that day is it?”

Mordecai let out a scoff. “I suppose that's true. But you still do all these things for me, and I’m still confused- Why? Why go to such lengths.”

Rocky chuckled. “You've already asked me about that Mordy!” Mordecai grimaced at the nickname. “It's just the kinda guy I am, remember?”

“Just the kind of I am” huh? Mordecai did remember now. He said that last time. But even now, he still doesn't know exactly what that means. 

“You are a strange man, Roark,” Mordecai said, making eye contact with him. Studying him. “Also don't call me that.”

“Don't call me Roark!” Rocky countered. “You aren't my mother.”

Mordecai couldn't help but let out a small giggle. “You’re right. I'm sorry.” He paused and looked down at his clothes, which were now sticking to him. “It also appears I require another shower and change of clothes.”

Rocky cackled. “That, I can do for you!”

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Rocky yawned and stretched his limbs in the chair that guarded Mordecai’s room. According to his watch, it was only 6 PM, but he was about ready to call it for the day. He didn't sleep much last night, only able to clock in a measly 5 hours of sleep last night due to his and Mordecai’s late-night transaction yesterday. Rocky was not used to having to function on such low amounts of sleep and did not want to get used to it anytime soon. It was horrible. The whole day he has been in a limbo state of tired and energized, and overall it was draining. It seemed to have gotten to Mordecai as well, seeing as he was currently taking a catnap. Rocky couldn’t imagine sleeping on a concrete floor. It must be difficult to get a good night’s rest like that. The poor tuxedo probably only managed a couple of hours last night given his… situation so he decides to leave Mordecai alone for now. Not wanting to wake him with his blabbering. Lord knows he needs the rest. Though Rocky wondered, how does Mordecai sleep? Does he snore? Sleeptalk? Maybe even sleepwalk? No, all those seem too… out of character for the man. He is much too fancy for that. Most likely he sleeps soundly, calmly, and peacefully. Would Mordecai wear pajamas? Probably, but not like goofy ones, proper ones like a sweater, or maybe just- loose clothing? Perhaps he sleeps shirtless. Nude? No.. Mordecai would never. Maybe he even purrs in his sleep? Rocky giggled at the thought.

Rocky giggled at the thought…  

Jesus, what am I doing?! Rocky buried his face into his paws, which cradled his burning cheeks. Maybe Freckle has a point. This is beginning to get a little strange. Rocky couldn’t believe he just caught himself thinking about Mordecai and giggling . When did it get this bad? Since when did he have it this bad? In retrospect, Rocky has been thinking about the other man a whole lot. Mordecai isn't even his soulmate, yet he is the person he interacts the most with, and thinks about the most- he’s even already had dreams about him! God this is pathetic. He’s only known Mordecai a couple weeks and is acting like a lovesick schoolgirl! Rocky dragged down his face with his paws and made a long, dramatic groaning sound. It was then, that he saw Mitzi. The short woman was staring at him with an eyebrow raised.

“You alright there, Rocky? Looks like you're having quite the crisis there.”

Rocky removed his hands from his face and scrambled in his seat. “Oh! Uh- hey, Mitzi! How uh..” Rocky’s voice fizzled out. “ How long you been there..?”

Mitzi chuckled. “Long enough to see that. ” She crossed her arms. “You okay? You can talk to me ya know.”

“Yes- Mitzi, I'm fine.”  Rocky put his face onto his knees and looked away.   “Just… got a lot on my mind right now.”

Mitzi’s brow furrowed. “You sure don’t look or sound fine. What’s gotten you all worked up?”

“Miss M, I don't want to talk about it.” 

“Perhaps you’ve found an object of affection? A soulmate?”

Rocky’s heart twisted at the mention of romance. “Mizti, please,” he said, almost pleading with the woman in front of him.

“Alright, I won't force a confession out of you just yet. If you need to speak your mind you know where to find me” Mitzi shot the tabby a soft reassuring smile. “Now, for why I’m here.” Mitzi paused. “I need you and Calvin to go and fetch me some stuff from Bridgeton.”

Rocky shivered at the fear of impending doom as he heard his cousin's name. The Talk… “Bridgeton?” he filed through his memory. “Isn't that a bit far?”

“Only a 25-minute drive from here. Not too bad.” Mitzi handed Rocky a paper. “This is the directions given to us by Viktor. Starting from the Bridgeton City Hall follow these to a T. I know you have quite a tendency to get lost.”

Rocky unfolded the paper and looked at the rough handwriting of Viktor. Still eligible, good. “Alright! Sounds easy enough. When do we leave?”

Mitzi hesitated before speaking. “Tonight if possible.”

“Tonight?!” 

“Yes, tonight.” Mitzi seemed more distraught over it than Rocky.  “If we don't get this shipment through we won't be able to sell any booze tomorrow night. Lest we water down the beer.”

Rocky groaned. “But that’s in like an hour!”

“I know it's of short notice. Trust me I don't like it either. I'll make sure this is reflected in your pay. Don’t worry.”

“No- it's not the pay- it's just..” Rocky sighed. “I dunno.” In truth, Rocky just wanted to avoid having prolonged 1 on 1 time with Freckle. He doesn't think he can handle being berated by his angry cousin for a half-hour car ride. He'd be more than glad to have a little outing right now- with anyone but him.

Mitzi’s face shifted to concern as she appraised the man in front of her. Rocky seemed a bit... Delirious. More than usual. Eyebags plagued his face and his fur was slightly frizzy and unkempt. His hat was nowhere to be seen and his blue coat lay on the floor next to him, leaving him with only a white button-up loosely hanging off his scrawny figure. He was balled up on the chair, and his head rested on his knees. Overall, a lot of Rocky things were currently absent in Rocky. He had been acting quite differently since his heat fiasco last night, and it made Mitzi worry. “Listen, Rocky, if this is too much for you right now I can find someone else. You seem a bit- stressed, to say the least.”

“No- Mitzi I can do this.” He said with resolve. “I’m just- a little tired is all.”

“Rocky…” Mitzi gave him an empathetic look. “You’ve been taking the suppressants I gave you right?”

Rocky choked on nothing in particular. “Yes- Mitzi. I've been taking them .” Rocky said to his knees.

Mitzi slowly walked closer and put a reassuring paw on Rocky’s shoulder. “I can give you some time off if you need it, Rocky. The last thing I want to do is spread you too thin.” Mitzi made eye contact with Rocky, who was hiding his eyes from her gaze. “I know how hard it can be to work through a heat- even with suppressants.”

“No, Mitzi! It's not that- or anything to do with that!” Rocky snapped at the woman. “It’s just- it's nothing.” Rocky paused. “I can go.” 

“Rocky…” Mitzi said, her gaze softening as Rocky lashed at her. “What has gotten you all tangled up?”

Rocky sighed again. Taking a couple of moments to get his emotions in check before he spoke again. “Miss M, I’m not going to get into this right now. I’ll- I’ll tell you when I'm ready.” Would he ever be ready though? I mean- how was he just going to tell Mitzi how he has been daydreaming about her hostage for days now? How would she even react to such a thing? Probably not very well. This whole situation sucked. His feelings suck. Everything sucks.

Mitzi smiled softly at his response. Seemed it was enough to calm most of her worries for now. “Alright, Rocky. Please don’t push yourself too hard for me. You worry me sometimes.” She said, taking her hand off his shoulder. “If you ever need a break, just say the word kay’?”

“I know..” Rocky finally met his employer’s gaze. “Sorry… for snapping at you like that Miss M.”

“It's alright Rocky. I know it's hard for you right now. I’ll try to find someone else to go to Bridgeton.” 

Rocky clutched Viktor’s directions in his hand. “No, it's fine, I'll go.”

“Rocky, you are clearly not mentally ready to run right now. I'll go see if Ivy’s still around.” She said turning around and walking back towards the Cafe.

“Mitzi- please, I want to go. Some fresh air would be nice right about now.” Rocky gave her his signature grin.

Mitzi crossed her arms and let out an amused chuckle. “Alright, Rocky. You can go. But if it gets too much, leave. That's an order.” 

Rocky raised a hand to his forehead military style. “Yes ma’am!” 

“Also, these are new suppliers, okay? Try to make a good impression and don't be late alright? And try to be safe.”

Rocky nodded enthusiastically. “Have I ever not been safe?”

Mitzi glanced up at the hole in Rocky’s ear. “Just don’t let me regret this, okay?”

Rocky got up from his seat and ran past Mitzi, towards the cafe. “You won’t!” His voice became quieter as he ran off. “Bye! Thank you!”

Mitzi chuckled to herself. At least Rocky’s up and running again. Though she couldn’t help but still worry for him. She hasn’t seen the tabby so distressed in quite a while. This heat really must be throwing him for a loop if his emotions are still being offset through the suppressants. She is also worried something will go wrong. Typically when Rocky goes out on runs, there is a 50% chance something explodes. For the Lackadaisy’s sake, she hopes he doesn't mess this up like the last one he went on. If she could send someone else she would, for both her and Rocky’s sake. But she let Ivy leave early, and Zib.. wasn’t exactly the runner type. Everybody else was busy, or not present. Mitzi began her way back up to her office. The only thing she could do now was to pray that Rocky, Calvin, and the booze all come back in one piece.

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Freckle was sitting at one of the tables in the Cafe. He had set Viktor’s directions next to him, and his head rested upon his hand. Mitzi had told him earlier to wait for someone else to get him before they went off on the run. And while it wasn't particularly late, sitting around and doing nothing wasn't helping by any means. He had to fight his eyelids to stay open. He wasn't sure why he was so tired. He slept enough last night, and it was only 6. Perhaps today had been more wearing than he thought. Freckle’s mind faltered, and his clothes suddenly felt like the warm embrace of an angel. His muscles relaxed, and with that, his eyelids as well. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to rest his eyes for a bit, just a little– 

Rocky tapped his cousin's shoulder. “Freckle…” He said, like waking a sleeping child. “Back to reality please~”

Freckle's eyes shot open. How long has it been? When did he fall asleep? How-? “Huh..?” his mouth spoke for him. “Rocky?” Freckle mentally retraced what he could remember. First, Mitzi came and talked to him about one of the most impromptu runs of his life… then told him to wait until she found someone else. Oh.  It's Rocky.

“That’s my name,” Rocky said, smiling at him. “Enjoy your nap?”

“How long has it been?” 

Rocky glanced at his watch. “Well, it is currently 6:12 PM! So..”

Okay, I didn't sleep too long. “Are you the one going with me?”

Rocky nodded. “Try not to look too excited.” 

Freckle’s face must've revealed his fervent enthusiasm. Freckle got up. “Let's just get this over with, I want to go home.” 

“Time is indeed of the essence, my dear cousin!” Rocky said while leading to the exit of the cafe, Freckle trailing not too far behind him. The car that was designated for runs was parked at a curb a couple of blocks away. Not a marathon, but still a drag. As they exited the cafe, Freckle was robbed of the comforting warmth he had acquired earlier, the cold sinking deep into his fur. Freckle sighed, leaving behind a trail of visible breath in the air. It was unnervingly silent. This night was seemingly standing still. Only interrupted by sparrows flapping overhead now and then. The wind didn't blow, nor did Rocky chatter about one of his meaningless escapades. It was just him, Rocky, and the dead of night. In a way, it was peaceful, and Freckle let himself stare up at the night sky. The stars were clear and unbothered by the city lights. Shining freely in the sea of ink. The windows of the buildings reflected the light of the sky as they so desperately reached for the stars. Freckle marveled at the sight. He didn’t look at the sky much, and he had almost forgotten how beautiful it is. He chuckled to himself as he turned the corner, dropping his head down to reality once more.

Shortly after that, they reached the car. The car was fairly modern, made just last year in 1926 by Ford, if he recalls correctly. It looked nice. It kind of made Freckle want one of his own, minus the bullet holes, of course. He also knew he would never stumble upon the money needed for a car in his lifetime, but he could admire it. Freckle pulled on the handle and got in as Rocky filled it up with a gas canister. He shivered. Somehow it was colder inside the car than it was outside. Hopefully, when the engine got running, it would heat the car some. After a minute or so, Rocky closed the gas valve and got into the driver's seat of the car, and twisted the crank until the engine roared back at him. His face lit up with the lights as the engine turned on. 

“I’ll always love that sound!” Rocky said as he slowly pulled into the silent street. “Don’t you love it, Freckle?”

Freckle looked out the window. “...Yeah.” 

Rocky’s smile faded as his attempt to spark some sort of conversation failed.  “Yeah..”

After 10 minutes or so, they exited the bounds of St. Louis. Freckle had never been up South before, so all of this was new to him. Too bad it was too dark to see much of anything past the road. But based on the outlines inside the darkness, it was mostly just trees and the like resting near the river. Up to this point, the car ride had been completely silent. The quiet hum of the engine was the only sound between the two. Freckle turned to face Rocky for the first time this trip. His face was illuminated by the golden glow of the car's dim internal lights. From what he could tell, Rocky looked rough to say the least. His hair was disheveled and frizzy, as if he hadn’t slept properly. Saturated eyebags clung to his face, and he slouched in his seat. His attention was fully on the road in front of him, and a slight frown adorned his face. All very un-Rocky things to do. A little guilt panged in Freckle's stomach. Perhaps he was too harsh to him yesterday. “Rocky?”

Rocky’s ears perked up, and he glanced over at Freckle. Here it comes.. “Yes?”

“Are you… “ Freckle took a moment to find his words. “Alright?”

“Oh! Yeah,” That was not the question Rocky was expecting to receive from Freckle, but he was thankful for that. “I’m fine!” Rocky talked with his hands as they steered the wheel. ”Never been better.”

Freckle looked up and down at Rocky once more. “Are you sure?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, you kinda look like you're going through it currently.” 

“Really?”

Freckle nodded slowly. “Really.” Freckle glanced away for a second before he spoke again. “Sorry..” he paused.  “for yesterday, I mean.”

Rocky chuckled. “Sorry? For what?”

“If I upset you yesterday.”

“Oh, that? It's fine. Takes way more than that to get under my skin!”

Freckle’s face contorted into confusion. “So you're not upset?”

“No! Freckle, if I were mad at you, I’d tell you.” Rocky reassured Freckle, looking away from the road and over to him. “Don’t look so guilty!”

“So what did get under your skin then?” 

Rocky fumbled with his words before he spoke. “Nothing- I'm just- I dunno … Nothing?”

Freckle raised an eyebrow at his hesitance. “Rocky, Something is clearly bothering you.”

“And why do you say that?”

“You're not being Rocky right now- I mean, you’ve been practically silent for almost half an hour now. That's unheard of!”

“First off, rude . I don't even talk that much! And second off, I'm fine!”

“Rocky, have you even looked in a mirror today? You look like you haven't slept in a day!”

“Well, I haven't!” Rocky countered. “I'm just tired, Freckle.” 

“I've seen you when you're ‘ Just tired ’ and this isn’t it. I'm worried about you, Rocky.” Freckle’s voice was genuine.

Rocky sighed. “Freckle- It's fine. I’m fine. Everything's okay!” Rocky said more to convince himself than to his cousin. “I just had to stay late at the cafe yesterday, that's all.” 

“You stayed late? Why?”

“Well, uhh..” The last thing Rocky wanted to do was to tell Freckle what happened last night. He could never live that down. “I just had.. Matters to attend to.” Rocky said, taking a left turn, his eyes strictly on the dark road.

“ Matters ?” Freckle questioned, “What matters could you of all people need to attend to in the Lackadaisy so late?”

Rocky's tone became defensive. “I- Why should I tell you?”

“Because it has gotten you all worked up.” 

“Just drop it- please . I don’t want to get into this right now, Freckle.”

“If I drop it now, will you ever pick it back up?”

“I-” Freckle’s words lingered in the air, and silence fell between the two once again. A couple of minutes passed, and a sign reading “WELCOME TO BRIDGETON” appeared just as fast as Rocky passed it. They were here. Rocky peeked over at Freckle, who had his arms crossed with a frustrated expression. He sighed. He hated seeing his cousin like this. And especially hated how it was because of him. This "conversation" of theirs didn’t help quell any awkwardness that was between them, and it was only going to get worse from here. Freckle wasn’t dumb, and Rocky knew that. He would eventually realize this had something to do with Mordecai, and Freckle hasn’t even given the threatened “Talk” yet. Rocky could feel it; all of this was about to blow up in his face.

“Rocky, where are you going?” 

Rocky snapped out of his autopilot and back onto the road. “Huh?”

“You just passed the Town Hall!”

Rocky looked in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, there was the Town Hall, getting smaller every second he continued down the road. “It appears I have..”

“Turn around!” 

Rocky began to lurch the car to the left in a pathetic attempt to turn the car on the narrow street, almost hitting parked vehicles and telephone poles as he did.

“Not right now!” Freckle said, panicking as Rocky somehow managed to almost hit everything around them.

“Then why'd you say it?!” Rocky said as he sloppily got the car straight and continued down the road, narrowly avoiding a telephone pole.

Freckle motioned to the road. “Look at this road! Of course, I didn’t mean to turn right this instant!”

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“Rocky.” Freckle paused. “This road is barely 1 and a half cars long, and definitely not big enough to do a three-point turn.” 

Rocky looked at him, confused. “What's a three-point turn?”

Freckle buried his face in his paws and groaned, slouching in his seat. He was in the car with a truly manic driver. Freckle almost forgot, despite everything, it's still Rocky we’re talking about. “Rocky, please tell me you aren't being serious…”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Rocky said in a way so Freckle knew he was actually being serious. 

“Don’t you live in a car? How can you be this bad at driving?”

“My living situation has nothing to do with this!”

“Jesus, how did you even get your license? Just look at the map and find a way to turn around.”

Rocky chuckled nervously. “Right… The map…”

“You have the map, right?”

“You didn’t grab it?”

“You didn’t ask me to grab it, Rocky!”

“Right, right.” Rocky looked around. “Uhhhhh..”

“Oh my god, we don't have a map.”

“We don’t need a map! Just relax!” Rocky patted Freckles’ back, taking his hand off the wheel, causing the car to swerve a little. “I got this,” Rocky said as he took a left turn onto a random street. “I’ll get us back to the town hall and to the train yard in no time!”

After 20 minutes of meandering around Bridgeton, it was clear that wasn't happening anytime soon. By now, they have burned an unfortunate amount of gas, and there seemed to be no real destination in sight.  Rocky has somehow managed to get them lost, and the town hall was nowhere to be seen. They were now 10 minutes past the agreed-upon meeting time with the supplier, and Freckle can’t help but feel like they won't be there when they show up.

“Rocky, where are we?”

“Getting there.”

Freckle looked out the window. Houses no longer lined the street, instead being replaced by crumbled old abandoned factories and the like. It looked like no one had even been to this part of town in at least 10 years. Not one modern or intact building in sight. And in truth, it was quite creepy, it gave Freckle the chills. “Are we?”

“Just gimmie a second! Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“That's definitely not how you're supposed to use that.”

“No, that's exactly how you use it,” Rocky said with full confidence. “We’re close, I can feel it!”

“Do you even see where we are?”

“In Bridgeton,” Rocky answered plainly.

“ Obviously , but look around! All these buildings are decrepit. We are in some rundown part of the city, without a map, at 7:10 PM! It's like you want us to die.”

“I told you we're getting there.”

“And I'm telling you we're getting lost! We only have one more canister of gas, and I want to get home.”

“We’ll be fine, Freckle.”

Freckle groaned. “This is why every time you go out on a run, it takes 2 times longer than usual, and the booze comes back damaged.”

Rocky made another turn, and his face lit up as he saw the wide expanse of a train yard. “Look, Freckle!” He said, “We made it!”

Freckle couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Through some sort of divine intervention, Rocky had somehow wandered to the trainyard while looking for the Town Hall. “What?”

“Never doubt me, Freckle! I told you, I got this aallll under control.” Rocky said confidently as he looked for an entrance into the train yard. 

“This is just some dumb luck. You were lost.”

“Dumb luck or not, I still got us here. And you still doubted me!”

“For a good reason! There was no way you knew where you were going.” 

Rocky pulled into the train yard and began to unbuckle himself.. “I beg to differ, my dear cousin!”

Freckle grabbed a pistol and got out of the car. “I don’t care what you say, this was pure luck.”

Rocky quickly followed his cousin in getting out of the car. Taking a second to arm himself as well. “It's okay to be upset, Freckle. I would be too if I were you.” 

Freckle glared at Rocky and looked at his surroundings. Tall mounds of gravel were littered everywhere in the trail yard. Moist and brittle wooden buildings stood proudly, frozen in time. Fragments of what they used to be. On some of the buildings, signs still clung to them with rusty bolts. They all had bold, cracking red fonts that read things like “TRAINCAR MAINTENANCE" and “RE-COALING STATION.” In a way, it was eerie, it was clear no one had set foot in here in decades, most likely. Freckle felt like a trespasser and just wanted to get the booze and get the hell out. He felt his heart rate increase, and the grip on his pistol tightened as sweat plagued them. His body was on edge, and he was ready for whatever the hell might be in this trainyard. It's not too uncommon for people to try and hold runners for ransom, so Freckle was definitely on edge, given this was a completely new supplier.

As they continued forward, Freckle noticed that a lot of the tracks had been uprooted and stripped of their steel. Most likely stolen by re-smelters over the years to make a quick buck. Though Freckle wasn't sure just how valuable such rusty metal would be worth. Probably why so many of the tracks were left, after this place got abandoned this metal quickly became unsalvageable.

“Freckle?”

Freckle’s ears flickered as he heard Rocky break the silence. “Hm?”

“Do you have Viktor’s directions?”

“Uh-” Freckle patted his pockets. “Yeah, why?”

“I forgot the exact meeting place.”

Freckle reached into his pockets and handed Rocky the paper. “Here.”

Rocky grabbed the paper and inspected it. The paper itself was abraded from friction, but it was still legible. Rocky scanned the paper and found the part where Viktor elaborates on the meeting spot. Rocky cleared his throat and did his best Viktor impression. “Meet at big blue boxcar. Hard to miss. What does that mean?!”

“Meet at the big blue boxcar,” Freckle responded simply.

“Well, yeah! But I don't see any ‘Big Blue Boxcar’ anywhere!”

Freckle looked around. Rocky was right. There was no “Big Blue Boxcar” anywhere nearby. “Huh.”

Rocky scanned over the text one more time, “Oh-! Here it says: ‘Boxcar is in middle of track.’” Rocky said, putting on a Russian accent again. “Though that's not very useful…”

“Maybe he means over there.” Freckle pointed towards the expansive rows of tracks that held many different kinds of train cars. 

“But there are so many!” Rocky groaned.

“Viktor said it's hard to miss. It probably stands out. Let’s at least go check it out.” Freckle said as he began his way over to the graveyard of trains. All of the tracks came off one central track, breaching out like a tree. Some cars were longer than others, one even spanned across almost the whole track. It was kind of cool, seeing the abandoned boxcars of big companies. It was like finding a toy from your childhood you completely forgot about, eroded by time and not at all how you remember it. Freckle scanned the area for the aforementioned “Big Blue Boxcar” and came up with nothing. He looked again, but there was nothing but rusty old metal boxes staring back at him. Freckle lessened the grip on his weapon a little. He was beginning to think that there was no supplier, or they had left before they arrived. 

“Heeeeeeeeeeellloooooo!” Freckle’s muscles tensed as he jumped and pointed his gun instinctively at Rocky, who was yelling out behind him. “Woah there!" Rocky raised his hands. “A bit trigger happy, aren't we, Freckle?”

He released the tension in his body and let out a little sigh of relief. “Jesus, Rocky! You're gonna give me a heart attack!” Freckle said, lowering his gun. 

Rocky chuckled as he returned his arms to his sides. “Nothing, huh?”

“Not that I can see.”

Rocky put a hand to his chin. “What could he have meant by ‘Big Blue Boxcar’?”

Freckle exited the main yard and went back to the area they came in from. “Let's just look somewhere else. They have to be here somewhere.” 

Rocky followed suit and yelled out again, “Heeeeeelloo! Anyone here?”

“Don't be so loud. You don't know who is in here.”

“Well, it's worth a shot,” Rocky said, shrugging.

“Yeah, until you get shot by some drugged-up hobo,” Freckle said as he walked to the opposite side of the train yard, the side that they hadn't checked yet.

“Don't be so negative, Freckle! If anyone tries me, I've got this handy thing.” He said, waving around his pistol.

“Do you even know how to use ‘that thing’, Rocky?”

“Course’ I do! Point in the direction you wanna shoot and pull the trigger! Easy as that.”

“So I’m taking that as a no,” Freckle said flatly.. “It’s amazing you managed to get this far without knowing how to shoot a gun properly.”

“I know how to shoot! I've done it quite a bit, I'll have you know.” Rocky said, offended.

“And have you hit anything more than 25 feet away from you?”

Rocky thought for a moment. “Well- I don't get in situations where I need to do that often!”

Freckle shook his head. “How have you managed to survive doing this for 3 years?” He trudged over one of the piles of gravel, trying to peek over a tall fence that sectioned off the side of the trainyard that he was trying to investigate. “Rocky! Look!”

Rocky scrambled up the pile, “What?”

“It's the Big Blue Boxcar!” Freckle said, motioning to a large half half-rusted half half-painted blue boxcar that sat in the middle of the collection of tracks. 5 men surrounded it, and for some reason, they gave Freckle an uneasy feeling. “Hey, Rocky? I think one of us should-

“We did it, Freckle! They aren't gone yet!” Rocky’s face lit up, and he began running down the mound of pebbles. “Come on, Freckle!” The man exclaimed as he tripped over himself, slowly sliding down to the base of the lump of gravel.

Freckle cringed as he watched Rocky hit the ground. “Rocky!” He safely made his way down to him. “You okay?”

“Yeah..” His voice was strained. “I'm good,” Rocky said, slowly getting up and dusting himself up. A small scarlet gash now adorning his cheek. 

Freckles' concern dissipated. “That looked a lot worse than it was.”

“Belhhh.” Rocky stuck out his tongue as he spat out pieces of gravel from his mouth. “Gross..” He took a moment to gain his bearings again before taking off to the opening of the gate.

Freckle ran after him. “Rocky! Wait a second! I need to talk to you first!”

Rocky didn't listen to him and instead gave him a wave, to say “See you there!” and took off to the blue boxcar. It was guarded by 5 men, all armed by the looks of it. And quite intimidating if Rocky said so himself. They all looked quite… hardened, if that makes sense. They kind of reminded Rocky of Viktor, looks-wise, that is.

“Good evening, gentleman!” Rocky clasped his hands together and approached the boxcar. He took one of the smaller chests of alcohol and inspected it. It was an assortment of wine, beer bottles, and whiskey. And all seemed to be genuine bottles. This was enough to keep the Lackadaisy in supply for at least a couple of days.

One of the guys looked up at him. He looked old and quite annoyed at Rocky’s behavior. Given his age, he was quite large, bigger than Rocky, that’s for sure. A large scar was plastered on his cheek, making a bald spot in his fur. His fur was brown, but there were very distinctive gray hairs in his fur. He had the physique of a brute, Rocky could only imagine what he looked like when he was younger. Perhaps Viktor knows? “You're late.”

Rocky looked at his watch. 7:30… yikes . “It appears I am-” He chuckled. “Sorry about that, we-” Rocky looked around and found no Freckle nearby. “ I got a tad lost.” Rocky started internally panicking now. Where in the world did Freckle go?

“Lost?” The man stood up from his makeshift seat. “I was told you had directions. How did you get lost?” 

Rocky stared up at him and gripped the chest in his arms a little tighter. “Look, trying to decipher Viktor's instructions is no easy task.”

The old man chuckled. “Viktor, eh? I remember him.” He paused, as if he were reminiscing. “Having a big Russian guy was quite handy when handling cargo.”

Rocky smiled at him nervously. “Yeah, he is quite a good worker.” Rocky agreed with him. He wanted to keep this man as happy as possible.

“Yeah, he was.” He took a step closer. “Too bad he scurried over to Mitzi as soon as the going got rough.” 

Rocky realised he might have brought up a sore subject. “Ah-yes! Mitzi… She paid you in advance, yes?”

“Yes, she did, but…” 

“But..?”

“But you're late.” he said in a more serious tone.

“Ah-yes- I know- And I apologize profusely for that.”

“We’ve had to stay here for an extra half hour… You know that?”

“I-”

“That's 30 minutes that could've been spent at home,” he interrupted.

“I-” Rocky was running low on sweet words he could use to make himself less angry. “I'm sorry, really I am-”

He took another step closer. “That could've been 30 minutes not waiting around for one of Mitzi’s clowns.” Rocky’s smile fizzled out. “God damned Mitzi. She makes all of you soft!” 

Rocky flinched at his change of tone. “Can I-”

“Mizti used to be one of our regulars, you know… She would always send that one with the black fur- Mordecai was it? Looked real serious and stuck up but was a real smooth talker.” That was not a name Rocky was expecting to hear. “He would always pick up the booze for her. And he would always sweet talk Viktor up just so he would give 'em a discount.” Jealousy pinged in Rocky’s heart. Sweet talk? Mordecai? Was sweet talk and Mordecai just used in the same sentence? Mordecai and Viktor? What? Apparently, there were lots he didn't know about Mordecai. This information confused him, but there were much more pressing matters at hand. 

“That’s nice and all, sir- but can I take this off your hands now?” Rocky held up the chest of alcohol.

The man glared at Rocky as he interrupted him. “Ah, yes, the booze. Why would one of Mitzi’s dogs even care about all that?” he said, chuckling to himself. “Like I said, you're late.”

Rocky raised an eyebrow. “Right.. You keep saying that.”

“There's a late fee. 50 more dollars.”

“What?! Late fee? Since when did illegal alcohol sales have fees?!” 

“Since now.” The man pulled a gun from his coat and pressed it to Rocky’s forehead. “That won't be a problem, right?”

Rocky's pupils dilated as adrenaline filled his system. His heart raced as the cold piece of metal pressed against his temple. His legs felt light and tingled, telling him to sprint as fast as he could away from here.. Every sense in his body was screaming at him to run, but he couldn't. “I-uh- No! Of course not! It’s no problem…” Rocky said, flashing a shaky smile.

The old man grinned. “Good. Now, 50 dollars right now , or you will put that crate down and go back to Mitzi’s little shit hole with nothing.” 

Rocky nodded. “Right- uh, that's fine- I have it on me-” Rocky lied. He wasn’t sure why. He should have just put it down and left, but he didn't.

“Great. Hand it over.” He said, holding out his hand.

“Yeah- yeah! Totally!” Rocky reached into his pocket. He considered reaching for his gun, but he was no cowboy and would be dead before he could even place his index on the trigger. But he also didn't have the money. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears now. Was he really gonna die like this? He can't-

“You do have it right?” He asked, rubbing the barrel deeper onto Rocky’s forehead.

Rocky’s jaw quivered. He couldn’t speak. He has never been completely frozen by fear before. “I-’

Before Rocky could get out a word, the explosion of a pistol filled his ears, causing him to close his eyes and brace for death. But after a couple of seconds, it was evident that it wasn’t he who was fired on. Rocky opened his eyes, and the old man was now writhing on the floor, blood spurting wildly out of his chest. One of the other men guarding the boxcar ran to his side, putting pressure on the wound. 

“Jesus- What the fuck?!” The lackey asked no one in particular as he desperately held pressure on the hole in the old man's chest. It was quite the grotesque sight. Rocky’s head instinctively followed to where the gunshot had come from. And there was Freckle, peeking over a mound of gravel, smoking gun in hand. 

“Rocky! Come on!” Freckle shouted desperately at his cousin as he motioned him over. Rocky’s legs ran for him. He didn't need an excuse to get the fuck out of there. He held the chest of alcohol over his head as he sprinted like his life depended on it, because- well, it did. Not soon after Rocky started the 200-meter sprint for his life, a barrage of bullets followed behind him. Most missed him, but one grazed his shoulder, causing it to bleed. He dived behind the jumble of gravel, where Freckle was taking cover from shots. Rocky threw down the container of alcohol and jumped on his cousin, hugging him deeply. 

“Freckle! You're a life saver- literally!” Freckle let out struggling noises as Rocky embraced him tightly. “Oh sorry-” he said, releasing his grip on him. 

“Rocky! Not the time!” Freckle protested as the firing coming from the old man's henchmen started up again. 

Rocky flinched at the gunfire and pulled out his pistol and promptly cocking it.. “Right- sorry!” 

Freckle and Rocky returned the fire, all bullets spent during the interaction proving to be futile. The three lackeys are now hiding behind some of the abandoned boxcars and crates.

“How many mags do you have on you?” Freckle asked. 

“Uhh-” Rocky felt his belt. “Like 3?” 

“Good. We have more ammo than them, I'm pretty sure. If we can get them to spend it all, we can just get out of here.”

Enemy gunfire flared up again, and neither of them dared to peek around the gravel. They both sat with their backs tightly against the pile.

“Freckle!”

Freckle’s head snapped over to him as the gunfire continued. “What?”

“Why’d you never tell me you were such a good shot?! That was at least 400 feet, and you hit him dead on the chest! With a pistol! That was so cool!”

“I didn’t have any reason to, I guess,” Freckle yelled over the barrage of bullets. Freckle smiled, despite the circumstances. He was glad Rocky was alive. And was also glad the Rocky he knew and loved was back. He was getting sick of his behavior recently. He had been acting so strange, ever since Mrodecai got captured 2 weeks ago, he has been…  a bit spacey. Ever since Mordecai got captured.. That's it! “It's Mordecai, isn't it?”

“What?” Rocky said as he returned fire, not hitting any marks. “What about him?”

Freckle reloaded. “He's why you've been so weird!” 

Rocky reloaded. “What? No- I have been completely normal!”

“No, you haven’t! You’ve barely pestered me for the last couple of weeks, and you've exclusively been talking to him!” Freckle swung the mound and aimed for the head of one of the people firing at him, burying a bullet into his carotid artery. Freckle felt a wave of relief as he saw the man recoil back and wobble back behind cover. 2 out of 5.

“I- I'm just-” Rocky groaned, firing around the gravel while not even looking. “We are not doing this right now!”

“Why not?” Freckle said firing repressive fire out in front of him.

“Because we are in a gunfight, Freckle!”

“Oh, so now you want to take this seriously?”

“I have-” Rocky shot . “-been taking this seriously! I almost just died!” 

Freckle emptied his second-to-last magazine onto the crate that one of them was hiding behind, blasting it full of holes so he was forced to change positions. “Okay?! And I’ve had to shoot an uncomfortable amount of people today!”

Rocky released his empty mag onto the floor. “Just- can we not get into this?”

“No, we are getting into this! You've been avoiding me like the plague! You're just gonna keep avoiding this if I don't say something now! I've seen you two flirting one too many times!” Freckle jammed his last mag into the gun 

“How many times do I have to tell you that was not flirting! There is nothing there! I just- talk to him sometimes...”

“So-” Freckle fired a bullet, shattering the chest of one of the men, causing him to promptly fall over. 3 out of 5 “Talking to our hostage for hours at a time every day is just a pass time for you?”

“No-!” Rocky cocked his pistol. “I just- I don't know, Freckle!” Rocky's voice was raw and full of emotion.

“You just like him, Rocky. It's clear as day! Even Ivy agrees with me!”

“You talk about this with Ivy?! And no- I don’t like-” Rocky caught a guy in the open and got a good shot off in his leg, causing him to fall onto the floor. “I don’t like Mordecai, okay?”

“Yes, you do! It's not normal for you to talk to Mordecai all day! That’s like total crush behavior!” Freckle ducked behind cover, just barely dodging enemy fire. 

Rocky ducked behind cover too, and turned to face Freckle. “You do that with Ivy! Why is it so crazy when I do it?”

“That's-” The insides of Freckle’s ears turned red. “That is not what this is about! And also that's completely different-!” Freckle missed a couple of open shots at the enemy. “Mordecai’s a hostage- he works for Asa!”

“Don’t you think I know that?!” Rocky's voice became unstable. “That’s why I fucking hate that I feel like this- I know its wrong- to have such feelings for him- but I dont know!” Rocky aimed at the guy on the floor and gave him a clean shot in the head, using the last bullet in his possession. Quite an easy feat given he was lying still on the floor. 4 out of 5  “I just like him okay?!”

“I'm sorry, Rocky- I'm just worried for you, okay? He works for Asa- he's gonna use you in some way- I don’t know-” Freckle aimed at one of the guards’ heads as he ran to change covers. He fired his last bullet into his skull. 5 of 5. “I’m just worried for you!” 

Freckles' words hung in the air for a moment before he turned to face Rocky. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. Freckle felt a spark of guilt in his chest. He didn’t like seeing Rocky upset. And it was not the sight he was used to. Rocky was hardly anything but playful and silly. It kind of hurt to see him hurt. But Freckle also felt like that conversation needed to happen. Both for him and Rocky. Freckle slowly approached his cousin and gave him a deep hug. Burying himself in his chest. “Sorry.”

Rocky stood there for a second before hugging him back. “It's fine, Freckle.” 

Freckle smiled and pulled away. “I know how it feels to just bottle stuff up like that. And I also know you can't control who you love- even if he isn’t your soulmate, you still love him. And I know you can't help that one. I just want you to be careful- okay?”

“Yeah.” Rocky nodded and sighed. “I know.”

“If you ever wanna talk to me about it, you can.”

Rocky chuckled. “Thanks, Freckle.” He stared out in front of him. Bodies of the new suppliers littered the trainyard. The smell of gunpowder and blood lingered in the air, and his ears were still reeling from the explosions of said gunpowder. In a way, it was peaceful. The chaos was over, both externally and internally. Rocky felt a significant amount of weight off his shoulders, and his very organs felt relaxed. “Let's get this booze home… And maybe you can tell me a little about Ivy on the way back, eh?” Rocky nudged his cousin with his elbow as he picked up the case holding the precious alcohol they just risked their lives for.

“I'm not doing that.”

Rocky chuckled and began heading back to the car.. “I know,” Rocky said, holstering the case. “Let's just get back and give ourselves a little share of the booty. I could use a drink right about now.”