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Lance sat in his office at Precinct One, claws tapping one after the other on his desk in boredom. His ear twitched as the sound of the door opening reached his ears, but otherwise he didn't change the way he sat. “So I heard that Jack made Operator.” His partner of almost thirty years, Nick Wilde, remarked behind him. Lance felt a smile reach his muzzle at the words. His son had decided to be a cop, like him, but eventually he was noticed by the head of the Operators, a band of mammals that performed as a last resort, lethal force group. While he was proud that his son was good enough to get into the elite group, he was also conc

Laura stared in shocked silence at Lance as the Todd stared right back in cold, quiet fury from the couch, various items she used during her job as an Enforcer on the small coffee table in front of him. His posture was that of laziness, left arm on the top of the couch and a single leg up, hind paw hanging over the edge of the magenta cushion. His tail hung limply and his eyes were dull, however, suggesting he was upset. And he was, and Laura could tell. It'd be hard not to tell. Silence stretched for a long moment before Lance took a deep breath. “Were you ever gonna tell me?” He asked, leaning forward and moving to a more comfor

“Sir, I-” “Laura.” The Vixen shut her mouth at Silvano Big's tone, knowing full well he was not happy with what he was seeing. “Laura, please tell me my old eyes are deceiving me. Tell me you did not allow that cop to get you pregnant.” Laura lowered her head slightly, feeling like a kit caught trying to take a cookie from the jar once more. She knew full well what that felt like, seeing as it happened all the time when she was little. “Sir, I can't lie to you any longer.” Laura said, Silvano's comically large eyebrows lifting up slightly at the words. “The fact that you have been at all i

Laura stared into the fire that sought something to touch only inches from her muzzle, her paw beginning to feel the warmth as the metal wheel of the flip lighter heated. She ignored the sound of approaching pawsteps behind her, knowing who they belonged to. She twitched her ear to indicate she knew they were there, and the pawsteps stopped. After a moment, she turned her head, fire still going. “Is something the matter, Lance?” She asked, the Todd approaching more. He lowered himself onto his knees and wrapped his arms around her lightly, a soft smile on his muzzle. “No. Just...admiring the view.” Lance answered, Laur

Lance hummed absentmindedly as he tapped his claws on his desk, his expression his neutral expression, or as Nick liked to call it sometimes, 'Angry Serial Killer Face'. Lance wasn't quite sure what made him use that name, since his nuetral expression was more similar to a bored one, but Nick just kept saying it fit. Lance wasn't too sure about that, but he didn't argue anymore. “I won't give up or refuse.” Lance sang quietly, the sound of a chair creaking behind him letting him know Nick had heard him. “I didn't realize you liked Skillet.” Nick remarked, Lance chuckling. “Only, like, three or four of their songs

Lance Whitney, a Red Fox Todd with a form fitting ocean green shirt that matched his eyes and a pair of blue sweatpants, sat on a stool in the Red Barrel, a popular watering hole for mammals of his size. The name came from both that and the fact it was run by a family of Red Foxes like himself. The door chimed and he turned his head, curiosity poking him like a hot fire poker. He saw a Red Fox Vixen walk in and turned his head again, ignoring her even as she sat down next to him. Her tail brushed his as she did and he moved it to the side, chalking the contact up to an accident. A second glance to try and get a read on the Vixen turned into a