Art turned to Charger. "Drakko had an accident. Then he disappered with somee kind of monkey. Or something. I'm still a little shaken by it. And I probably wouldn't be able to testify to that in court... but he'll probably be okay in a while. The hit ... not sure what happened, but somehow the mobster knew he had an ambush waiting for him." He shrugs. "Now who's that other tiger-lady?"
Blaze coughed into his hand, signalling that Arthur had best shut his mouth; they could sort it out another time.
Streak, meanwhile, was trying to decide what to do that would be "going easy" on this human. After a minute, she settled on:
The offiecer is no longer bothered by what is happening here, and is not at all suspicious about any of us.
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