"The Patriot" A bar on Leeds..

[Osilon]

Vixen shook her head, flicking back the small amount of fur, longer than the rest, that fell across her forehead.

"Well, they have a...well, i dunno, a wingman, or something...where the Sierras stopped chasing me quite soon, she followed me all the way into the Omegas...she seems to have her own motives, though, that seem somewhat..."

Vixen smiled, as if pondering something she found extremely amusing.

"Questionable...in a few ways..."

She took another sip of the coffee, and sat back.

"Mmh...but she's no bother. She had me for a while, then i told her i'd race her to the omega-5 jump hole. I just slipped right past."

Vixen placed the now-empty coffee cup on the table.

"Well, if these folks want to control me, then they'll be pleasantly surprised. If their motives are less...well, evil, i'll be sure to hang around..."

Vixen looked at the roof, and sat her chin on her palms.

"See what they have to offer...especially this Katsumi, she looks like one to stay around for."

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.