<div style="text-indent:1em;">Scott emerged from the pub, to the sight of life as normal in the Bloodborn Territory. Canine anthros walked by, giving me strange looks. A fox in their turf wasn't an issue, and that's how I appeared, but the black band still marked me as a hybrid, and a mercenary. If only I was more ambiguous to the area, I'd have taken it off in an instant. I may be canine, but hybrids are still the odd ones out. Especially the mercs. I couldn't help but get the feeling this class system was tearing us apart...</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Construction workers were across the street, odds are the same crew the hybrid inside was from. <span style="font-style: italic">They probably don't even realize he's gone...</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">A fox burst by, purebred, a scout for the gangers. He called as he went by, "Military incoming! Patrol incoming!" <span style="font-style: italic">Just what I need...</span> I could see the patrol vehicle coming down the street, with space for eleven soldiers in full gear.. Not fun. But they don't usually mess with me. <span style="font-style: italic">But you're standing within twenty feet of a dead body...</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">I leaned back against the doorframe, hoping they would drive past. A quick glance down revealed the grip of my laser pistol protruding from my bag, which I hastily shoved down. Their optics could probably have picked it up anyway, but better luck if they couldn't physically see it. Gangers appeared in windows, and though I couldn't see I knew they were armed to the teeth. The military would never get on well with the gangs. Neither side would take orders from another, and neither would back down. If a fight broke out here, whether the gangers won or not, the military would respond with an iron fist.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">But, it has happened before. A small skirmish, a standoff, a compromise, life returns to normal. The military was growing stronger, however, and without a doubt the gangs would eventually run out of time. I watched the vehicle with interest, nearly three times my height, as it rolled down the street towards me.</div>