20th Even of Joan, Mare-kic

Another job, another day. Running through the alleys from thugs, searching for my little money case. Oh where, oh where, are you, you little kitty. Man, powerful people just have all kinds of strange fetishes, the object of desire, not the dirty stuff, well not this time. This time's a little kitty... which I'm starting to doubt is very accurate description, considering the massive collections of sedatives and guns I've dashed past and through. The guards aren't so bad, regular police. The inhabitants... could be a little nicer, not toting katanas and grenades, the psycho suicides. Bam! Another one, they're getting twitchy, not good. They're carrying the grenades, I thought they were ready, but no, every one of them is nervous as hell, making this hundreds of times harder.

Oh, hello, a giant steel door with a monitor scanning the inside, now if that wasn't so tempting. What?! Crap... this is not good. I just had to be watching when the stupid thing crossed. I'm never accepting a job from a rich noble, no matter how clean they seem. Now to open the th- shit, crap. When the hell did they take out the guns. Dashing between gunfire is not the way I like to live, not when I have to open a couple doors. Well, hello... maybe it is not so bad anymore, finally found the controls to the door. Carily starting to watch over me again?

So creepy, giant steel doors that open with a hiss and groan, why keep the stupid thing at all if it takes that much time. Oh, right, to keep the big cat contained, how the hell did they steal him. A giant Siberian Tiger staring me in the face, little kitty indeed. Now, how the heck am I supposed to get him out and fol... dang. Being chased by soldiers or chased by a 5 tons killer kitty, the kitty has more pride in it, kitty it is. Dangling my arm infront of a carnivous cat like a fish to a dolphin, same concept anyway. Bait and run, I shouldv'e thought this through more, stupid thing can run faster than I can. How do you forget this sort of thing.