Ailcattus.. do you copy, Over

Ailcattus... Over...

Mission 6480-BG
Agent: Y/N L/N
Alias: Ailcattus

Mission details:
Infiltrate American Mafia, 'Hogs' hideout and retrieve stolen government files. Then return to assigned HQ with documents unimpaired.

"I hear you, damnit. Over," you snapped into the buzzing earpiece. These back to back mission were starting to get under your skin. If anywhere, you'd rather be in bed than this hell hole. The file for this new case was quite vague, but nothing unusual—no layout map. No backup. And no information on the "government files." You were the janitor to clean up the government's screw-ups after all. Just doing as you are told... Screw up after screw up.

Your nerves slowly soothed as the chill of the midnight breeze glided across your bare skin. The exterior of the abandoned factory below you was enough to make you gag.

Of all the places to put your hideout in Japan.. are you kidding me...

You inspected the hideout from atop your vantage point on the roof of a neighboring building. No guards guarded the entry points, but the small sound chatter from inside made it apparent people were inside. It was also good to note there were no visible windows or cracks you could crawl through. Your eyes darted rapidly, trying to find any way in.

There?... no

There?... ew bitch no way

Eureka! Give this kitty a fish...

The rusty metal of the air vents immediately called to you.

Your eyes widened and pulled your lips into a Cheshire Cat grin, "Gotcha." You quickly licked your freezing lips as you extended and warmed up your sore muscles. The little pops between your bones released your pent up stress. Once you were done with your little warmup, you placed a leg over the ledge and started to fall. The whistle of wind screamed in your ears.

Ba-boom

Baa-boom

BA-BOOM BA-BOOM

Pure adrenalin spread throughout your body. As the factory grew closer and closer, a sensation in your extremities and body became more apparent. Padded beans puffed from your freezing fingertips. As your hair whipped side to side, feline ears sprouted from atop your head. Simultaneously, the erecte nub on your tailbone elongated into an elegant y/c tail, which followed the movements of the wind.

The grin was still visible on your lips as you calmly plunged downward. The dingy rooftop was so close you could smell the danger seeping from the cracks.

Now? Nah, it's too early; just a couple of more seconds

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Arms and legs now extended in front of you and back arched, you land silently and stealthy. A little beep from the earpiece spoke.

Ailcattus coming in... You are now at the Hogs hideout site. Infiltrate, acquire, and leave... Over

"Got it. Over," you uttered back with a hint of annoyance. Oh, how you wished to throw that piece of metal into the trash. Getting up from your feline position, you pointed your nose to the air; with your new acute sense of smell, you checked for any incoming or alerted sent.

None that's good. I haven't been spotted yet. There are at least 20- no 21 people inside.

You took a final whiff as you checked for any active quirks. Quirks had a particular smell to it, and each one was unique to its holder, at least that's how you had seen it. However, no active quirks were being used.

How.. Unusual... There is always some form of security or foxy quirk..

You had determined it was safe to continue and walked towards the open vent. Once in the ventilation system, you move around thinking back to the mission's sparse information.

"the folder containing confidential government information is said to be hidden in the office of Hog Snider. [Information acquired by Hero- Invisible Girl."

"Hog Snider:
Quirk: Swine
Height: 7'3

Description:
A heavy man in his late 30's the features of a swine. Foul smell. Thick accent. A scar on his left eye. Hostile"

As you crawled through the dimly lit vents, with your nocturnal eyes, you looked down from the vent grills one by one. The padded tips of your fingers acted as a silencer, and your tail provided balance, swishing side to side. After several minutes you had finally passed a room which stunk of mud and things you couldn't even describe.

Holy hell, they weren't kidding when they said 'foul.'

You hit your head on the top of the vent from cringing so hard you had to pinch your sensitive nose. The pungent smell was starting to make you nauseous, so you rummaged through your supply pack and took out a nose clamp. After placing it tightly on your nose, you calmed down, trying to figure your next plan of action.

This is the office, no doubt about it. The smell, he must be in here often. And according to my nose, his sent is relatively new. I can't see if someone is there or not. I'll have to make sure first.

As quickly as you could, you formulated a plan. Find out the layout of the room, then bust in. You grabbed one of your agent customary gadgets: The Kitty cam. You giggled like an immature child at the name the inventors at the agency gave it, but you had to admit the little rascal did its job and did it well.

The Kitty Cam was a small metal camera, small enough to fit in your two fingertips. It's accompanied by a f/c visor to look through its 360 view camera. There was no controller or remote, but it could move based on the pitch of your purrs. Quite unique, you could say...

The visor snugly fit your head. You plopped the Kitty Cam through the grills. A sigh of relief came from your lips when no one was in the office. It was like a typical American office: desk, chairs, papers. But everything was scattered around like a pig pen; food and mud were on the walls and floor.

Does no one clean up around here?!?

Your soft purrs commanded the small cam to move around.

If I were a top secret confidential government file where would I be...

The cam scurryed on the nasty floor, over desks, overturned chairs. Until you came across a humorous painting.

Hmm A painting of a pig and a farmer holding a child- wait... Ooh

upon further inspection, on the painting you discovered a hinge on the side. You purred with content. After removing the visor from your eyes you unscrewed the grill with your sharp nails. Ears twitching with excitement, you go down the hole. Your fall is broken by a mud pile. Chunks of rotting food floated on the top.

Are you serious!!!! I don't get paid enough for this... Damn it there is no way back up...

As you get up from the glob you rigorously clean your body. Grooming your tail and beans. After cleaning you carefully walk to the painting trying to avoid the mess. The painting opened with a loud CREAK ...

"Oh shit," you complained. The noise must've alerted some one cause sounds of footsteps were detected with your ears. Quickly you grabbed the file inside containing the information.

You removed the nose clamp to get a whiff of who was coming. Slowly, you start to realize you hadn't heard anyone since you entered the building even though people were clearly inside. Using your feline ears you listen to the footsteps behind the desk.

"Who is there," a heavy and booming voice spoke which was accompanied with a small snort and thick accent. His footsteps grew closer in the halls.

Your heart was racing, but was confused. It was most definitely Hog's voice but the footsteps did not match his file. They seemed to be light and dragged across the floor as if, tired?! And to add on, the sent was not foul but smelled like that of..

"Lavender?"

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Word count: 1320
Hellooo my pups

This is the first chapter of Scaredy Cat. Don't worry all will be explained next chapter...

Who is the one speaking in the hall

What is y/n's quirk

How will she escape

•Art may be added to this chapter

Well till next time~
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