A story about Lars
#1 of Unnamed Story World
A story about Lars, a canine thief living his life.
Bright lights. Bouncing beats.
Lars sits at a booth casually, legs crossed, bouncing his foot to the beat, enjoying the atmosphere and the people enjoying themselves. He sips on a drink and smiles, happy to have a good time and enjoy himself. As he absorbs the music around him.
And then his phone buzzes.
He enters his acess pattern and opens up the notifiction. It is a message from one of his accompolices: Firel.
"Boss has something new for ya."
Lars messages back
"I'm at a party. I haven't even finished my drink."
"Fine by me but if you don't get there soon he'll probably pass it off to someone else," Firel messages.
Lars curses under his breath in Peninsula Canine. He enjoys this type of stuff but can he not get some time to himself? Sometimes he regrets being one of the best thieves in his outfit. Sometimes.
'Great. Might as well leave this drink here. Don't wanna do a job drunk,' he thinks.
"Fine. Tell him I'll be there soon,: He messages. He gets up and leaves the club.
'Well, whatever', he thinks, 'I guess I'll get more money.'
After Lars gets back to hideout, he approaches Rellti, the deer: one of his boss's seconds.
"Boss wanted to see me?" Lars says.
"Oh yeah. You have someone here to see you," Rellti says, "Not a cop. I'd know if it was."
"Who is it?" Lars asks.
"I dunno, Ucco, why don't you ask them?" Rellti asks.
"Well where are they?" Lars asks.
"Your quarters, idiot."
Lars walks away. He goes to his room of the warehouse. In front, a white female fox is waiting for him. He recognises this person: one of the contacts for the Dathrak. Did they need his services again so soon?
"Ah, it's you," he says," What can I do for you?"
"Brawit," She greets. Lars recognises her Canine.
"You speak Canine. I shouldn't be surprised," he responds in Canine.
"Yes, I do. We are both canines after all," She says.
"You look like you're from the north. I thought your canine would be different from mine," He responds.
"Your lack of faith in the Dathrak offends me."
"What do you need me for? To steal more documents? I don't see why you can't do this sort of thing on your own."
"The Dathrak has larger concerns. Besides, we just want information."
"I'm not eager to work with a government organization."
"I assure that your... oranisation will not be in danger."
"If you want me rat on my accompolices you can forget this conversation ever happened."
"Maybe getting to the source of the stench will change your mind. We're looking for evidence of a larger syndicate."
"What kind of syndicate? If you go after them why wouldn't you come after us?"
"You reek of suspicion, Laronec. We have evidence suggesting that an organisation may threaten us. I cannot tell you specifics, but we need the criminal element to sniff out any evidence of a malicious organisation.
"I have learned my suspicion. You, however, smell disgenuine. You do not smell like whoever the true you is."
The fox scoffs, "I am an agent for the Dathrak. of course I am masking my scent. That should be of no concern to you. You should be used to people hiding behind perfumes."
"I am. Tracing back, what type of malicious activity should I be vigilant for?"
"Any that seems to target furs."
"How will I distinguish this from normal tensions between the species?"
"That's the hard part. And it's why we need a thief with connections. One with acess to the many scents one the wind. You'll know it by its indiscrimnancy."
"Would these acts not try to diguise themselves as normal tensions?"
"That is correct. Which is why sorting them out will be so difficult. And, as I've said, is why we need an experienced thief," The fox says. She takes a few steps away, but Lar refuses to let her go.
"The problem is, I am only a thief. I am not a violent criminal. Would this not be better suited to one of them?" He asks.
"You are not the only contact we have, Laronec. Besides, it's easier to trust a thief than more violent criminal. Especially if they can benefit personally in some way," She explains, tempting him with a vague offer of personal gain.
"Benefit?" Lars repeats. He raises his eyebrows and gains a light grin, "What sort of benefit?"
"You'll know soon enough. You can't sniff out the treasure before you have cleared away the stronger odours," She replies. She continues to walk away.
"We'll be in touch," She says on her way out.
Lars stares at her as she leaves. Damn the Dathrak and their habit of keeping people in the dark. Lars is sure not even this fox knows what she's looking for: the Dathrak's secrecy is even more irritating than his accompolices' untrustworthiness. He sighs and opens the door to his room.