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"Man, it's kinda creepy in here. How long's she been gone anyway?"

Sabre sat on the velvet sheets of the bed rumoured to be Ms. Sexton's. As comfy as it was, it did very little to quell his nerves and he shook like an autumn leaf watching his companion rifle through the vixen's belongings.

"M... M-80?"

It was as if his buddy was possessed. He'd been hyperfocused on this gig since he got it-- so much so that it didn't so much as raise a hair on his nape when it was a cop offering it to them. To Sabre, it was suspicious. Incredibly suspicious. They were being asked to break the law and disturb someone's privacy... by a GAT officer.

He couldn't shake that eerie dread looming overhead.

"M-80...?"

He called out to the big-eared vesper bat once more, pretty sure he could hear him from the other side of the room. He was trying his hardest to stick to the code names, but they were still new.

Maybe he wasn't used to hearing it yet.

"PSSST."  Sabre lowered his voice to a whisper. "Hey Mace?"

Mace's ears wiggled at his name, and as if summoned by a dinner bell, the ravenous creature peeked over his shoulder--finally pulling his face from the dresser drawers of the apartment's owner.

"I told you, it's M-80!" the snaggletoothed fiend hissed. He had a rabid look in his eye, and was practically salivating over the semi-transparent panties he held between his fingers. "Don't call my name unless you're tryin' to get me caught."

Sabre cringed and bashfully crossed his legs. Turning away from the awkward sight, he moved to rub his paws over the velvety sheets again and distract himself from their situation.

"Right... sorry. I.. I was just thinkin'.  You wonder what the cop wants us up here for?"

He slowly attempted to establish eye contact with his friend--finding solace in the fact that he'd gone back to ogling the underwear. "It just feels kinda weird. Does this make us snitches? Workin' with him?"

"Nah."

Mace waved his hand dismissively. "I seen that Clip around here a lot. He ain't nothin' that'll get us in trouble. He's probably just wantin' us to case the place so he can plant somethin' later. Easy money. Win-win."

Mace shot a buck-tooth smirk at the sugar glider cowering on the bed and waved the panties around. "...And look souvenirs!"

Sabre sighed. "...right"

Perhaps Mace was right. He'd been doing stuff like this for a while. Breaking into cars, vandalising storefronts, loitering... if anyone knew how to do it without getting caught, it was Mace. He couldn't be in safer hands.

....but that ominous feeling just felt so strong.