Fallen World: The Complete Trilogy

by Tom Jones

  Jim was not sure what type of vehicles the cat was referring to, “What did he have? Armored vehicles or what?” Bocchino shook his head, “No, they’re civilian cars. He’s got a Ford Mustang and a Toyota 4Runner. He brought them to the UK so the Foundation wouldn’t destroy them when they raided his place.” Jim now knew that there were two other vehicles left in England, but he did not know where they were exactly, “Where are they? He didn’t just park them somewhere and leave them, right?” Bocchino replied, “I believe we left them where you left the Stealth Hawk. I’m not sure if you remember seeing us park those two cars out there.” The human shook his head, “Nah, that ain’t ringing a bell, man.” Bocchino shrugged, “It doesn’t really matter. What matters is that we get those two helicopters and cars back to the US.” Jim had another objection, “Where are we supposed to store two helicopters? Not to mention the fact that one of those helicopters we have isn’t even supposed to officially exist.” The cat sighed, “I dunno. We’ll have to figure that out. We should just get them to the US at least. I hope it doesn’t cost us too much money to put all four vehicles on a boat. After all, I’ve been using Kurt’s money to pay for literally everything.” Jim shook his head, “That motherfucker is gonna be broke by the time we’re done.” Bocchino made a comment, “Don’t worry, Fox Security is an LLC.” Jim shook his head again.

  The security chief contacted One, “Sir, we have important news.” One answered the call as he blew off some smoke, “What is it this time? Another break in?” The security chief replied, “No, no. Kurt Hofmeier has been captured.” One was surprised, “What? I thought that fox was supposed to be dead.” The security chief gave more information for the purpose of context, “ISG Tau-Gamma picked him up not far from Facility Twenty-Four; we believe that he was involved in the raid.” One nodded in affirmation, “Hmm… Where is he now?” The security chief responded, “He’s enroute to the next closest facility, Facility Seventeen. It’s in Morocco though, so it’ll be awhile until he makes it there.” One shook his head, “No, I want you to bring him directly to me. Put him on a plane and fly him here.” The security chief accepted the order, “Affirmative, sir.” One still had another question, “Was he alone?” The security chief replied, “Negative, sir. Tau-Gamma found him with one accomplice: A gray wolf. Both of them are currently being transported together.” One then spoke again to the security chief, “I want Alpha-Omega there to make sure the fox doesn’t escape. They shall provide security during the transport. Arrange for them to load them on a plane at…” One did not know which airport he would use.

  The security chief spoke after a few moments of silence, “How about Boma Airport? It’s still in the Democratic Republic of Congo. It’s actually not that far from Facility Twenty-Four. I’ll have Alpha-Omega sent there, and they’ll supervise the transport. We won’t move the fox until your ISG unit gets there.” One shook his head, “No, that’ll take too long. Fuck… Dammit… How many ISG units are operating in the vicinity?” The security chief checked some information before responding, “Tau-Gamma is currently there, and they have the fox as of right now. The next unit that’s operational is about fifty kilometers out. It’s ISG Zeta-Kappa.” One asked the security chief a question, “What is Zeta-Kappa dealing with at the moment?” The security chief replied, “I would have to contact them, sir.” One’s greatest concern was still time, “How long would that take?” The security chief considered the situation before answering the question, “It shouldn’t take too long. At that point, they should be on a plane before the day is done.”

  One was not sure which time zone the security chief was referring to, “Is that their time, or our time?” The security chief replied, “Their time. It’s about the middle of the day over there. I don’t think it’s quite noon yet, but it’s pretty close. Zeta-Kappa should be able to get there when Tau-Gamma arrives at Boma Airport. I’ll have a plane disguised as a UN-sponsored aircraft go to pick them up, sir.” One was satisfied with the security chief’s plan, “Alright. That sounds good enough. I want that fox here as soon as possible. I want to see him in person. You hear me?” The security chief acknowledged One, “Yes sir. I’ll notify Tau-Gamma to proceed to Boma. They have not reached the border of the Republic of Congo, but they were pretty close.” One restated his wants to the security chief, “Just as long as that fox gets here as soon as possible. Make sure that he has no chance to escape. I know those red fox motherfuckers are crafty-ass bastards. I’ll have Alpha-Omega pick him up when you get him to the US.” The security chief reassured One, “Don’t worry, sir. I’ve been told that they’re heavily restrained.” One took a deep breath before replying, “Make sure that they’re not getting out at all.” The security chief acknowledged his boss, “Yes sir. It will be done.”

  Arcades shuffled around in the back of the Caiman while trying to assume a position that was not too painful. Not only were the heavy restraints rather uncomfortable for the fox, the discomfort was multiplied by the other intrusive devices which the ISG forced him to wear. Arcades had been kneeling in the vehicle, but he had to change position due to the discomfort it caused him. Arcades tried to sit flat on his buttocks, but the issue was presented when the chain, running between his buttocks, pushed the buttplug further up his anus. Arcades knew that he could not sit in a conventional manner, but he did not know any other way to sit. Squatting only made the fox feel even more discomfort and any movement that the fox made quickly reminded him of the device that was shoved up his anal cavity. Arcades was beginning to feel that Omega wanted him to feel the discomfort.

  Arcades could also very well feel the uncomfortable vibrations of the truck as it proceeded, but he had no idea of where he was nor how long he had been in the truck. The fox had spent most of his time trying to assume a comfortable position, but all of his attempts were in vain. Still blinded by the blindfold, the fox could not even look around the truck to see if there was anything that he could use to escape. Arcades knew that an escape attempt would be next to impossible given his current predicament; he was not even able to move his fingers at all. He also knew that he did not possess the keys to any of the restraints, and he knew that BOA locksets were specifically designed to prevent sly foxes such as himself from escaping. Arcades’ eyes were still burning from the tears from which he cried, but the fox continued to cry even though he knew that his tears were not changing his situation.

  With every bump the Caiman drove over, the fox could clearly feel the device occupying his anal cavity, and he could also feel the device locked on his genitalia. The clamps locked around the fox’s nippes did not help his comfort or morale either. Arcades knew that Omega wanted to make sure that he was as humiliated as possible before arriving at one of the facilities. The fox was beginning to wonder if Jason was in the vehicle with him. He had assumed that the wolf had been restrained in a very similar fashion to himself, but Arcades did not remember if Jason was ordered into the Caiman with him. The fox wanted to find out if Jason was in the vehicle, but he knew that he would have a hard time completing this objective. Arcades could not simply see the wolf in the vehicle with him, and he knew that he would not be able to feel for the wolf since his hands were locked in mitts. Arcades also could not speak to the wolf with the gag occupying his mouth, but he did not even know what he would say to Jason even if he was free to speak.

  Jason was sitting on his buttocks in the vehicle, and he was mere inches away from the fox. The wolf was restrained in an identical fashion to Arcades, but surprising enough to the wolf, Omega allowed him to see while inside of the vehicle. Though Jason was wearing the same blindfold that Arcades was wearing, the ISG did not flip the blindfold itself over the wolf’s eyes, and it was sitting on his forehead instead. The wolf had watched Arcades’ fruitless efforts of trying to get comfortable, and he did guiltily know that the fox’s struggles were rather stimulating to watch. However, Jason was unable to get too excited due to the cage that was also locked around his own genitalia. The sexually frustrated wo
lf looked down at his restrained genitals, and he looked back up at the fox before attempting to sigh. The sigh was prevented by the identical muzzle that the ISG made the wolf wear as well. Jason’s excitement was also affected due to that the fox was still crying. Jason shook his head, for he did not enjoy the sights and sounds of Arcades in a chronic state of distress. One part of the wolf wanted to try and comfort the fox, but he did not know what he would even be able to do for Arcades. After all, both anthros knew that they were in the process of being taken to some Omega Foundation facility. Both anthros also knew very well of what happens to anthros detained at the Foundation. All the wolf could do was try to sit as comfortably as possible on the metallic floor of the vehicle. The BAE Caiman was clearly not designed for the comfort of captives in transit.

  With the sun descending over the horizon, Jim could see the lights of Sealand in the distance, “Alright Bobby. We’re almost there.” Bocchino stood up from where he was lying, and he moved over to the cockpit to look out the window, “Oh shit, already?” The human shook his head and chuckled, “Heh, may seem like that to you. You slept a good portion of this flight.” The cat looked out the window again to see the sun as it appeared to descend as Earth rotated, “It’s almost night already?” Jim nodded, “Yeah. I mean, I’ve been awake for the whole shebang, at least.” Bocchino could see the lights that set the sea fort apart from the open water, “That must be Sealand. I never thought I’d wanna ever come back to a fucking place like that.” Jim smiled as he spoke again, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure this must be the right place if it has its name painted on the top of the damn thing.” The human did not receive a response from the cat, so he decided to ask him a question, “So, what do you plan on asking that Prince they have there?” Bocchino immediately thought of Arcades, “I… I-I mean I’ll have to tell him about Kurt, of course.” Jim kept his eyes on his imaginary waypoint, “Why should he care? Kurt’s literally just some fox that showed up there one day, right? Why should he care about Kurt? He doesn’t owe him anything.” Bocchino sighed, “I mean… Well… He’s kinda the only help we have at this point.”

  Jim flipped up his visor when he noticed that the sun had now set far enough for him to no longer need the protection of the visor. The human questioned Bocchino, “What do we need his help for?” Bocchino spoke about his intentions, “I wonder if he can help us find some more Omega facilities.” The cat took a brief pause, and he spoke again before Jim could say anything else to Bocchino, “Do you think he would be able to help us find Kurt?” Jim chuckled, “Pfft… Hah, I didn’t think you’d be this concerned about the well-being of a fox you talk this much shit about.” Bocchino finally sat himself down in the co-pilot seat since the sun was no longer shining light directly on the top of the seat, “The thing is that Kurt’s always… How do I put this?” Bocchino stopped his thought as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. Jim remained silent as he gave the cat plenty of time to concentrate on organizing his thoughts. Bocchino finally decided he wanted to speak his thoughts, and they came out less elegant than he wanted, “Kurt’s just the kind of guy that ain’t a dick. You know what I’m saying?”

  Jim shook his head, “No, I don’t,” the human paused for a split second before continuing again, “I don’t know what you really mean by that.” Bocchino tried to explain himself differently, “Ever since I first met Kurt, he’s just been… Different from all of the other people or anthros I’ve known in this field.” The human pressed for more information, “By this field, I’d assume you’re talking about being a PMC?” Bocchino nodded, “Yeah, that’s what I mean. You find a lot of fuckin’ dicks in this field. Lemme tell you all about this shit. You got all of these motherfuckers who think their shit don’t stink. They think fuckin’ they’re all high and mighty and super fucking amazing. In the end, they’re just bigass fucking dickheads and dipshits. Fuckers can just go to hell for all I give a shit.” Jim was rather amused due to Bocchino’s use of vulgar language, “You’ve got quite a way with words, now don’t you?” Bocchino could recognize that the human was being sarcastic, so he deployed his middle finger and said, “Fuck you too… Asshole…”

  Bocchino frowned as he looked down at the helicopter he was flying in. He knew that the helicopter was the same one that he had flown on numerous times before for Fox Security. The HH-60 even had the Fox Security logo near the end of the fuselage. Bocchino spoke again, “Kurt was never like those people. He’s fucking different. I do honestly feel kinda sorry for that fucker. I especially remember the part when he told the entire company that he would have to leave to go to the UK in order to escape Omega. Everybody except for Jason and I left. That faggot Jason didn’t leave just because he’s fucking gay for the bitch… Fucker should be lynched if you ask me. That piece of shit faggot… Fucking bitch should die already.” Jim pushed the stick forwards a bit more in order to speed the helicopter up by a small amount while ignoring some of Bocchino’s less positive remarks, “Yeah, I remember you told me about that little incident.”

  Bocchino nodded, for he remembered something else, “Yeah, that’s the fucking thing! Kurt is different. He gave Jason a second chance even after what that bitch tried to do to him. How many dumbasses do you know who would do that?” Jim exhaled rather quickly as he spoke, “Whew… Well, I know you wouldn’t see that too often.” Bocchino continued, “Exactly. Why the fuck would that damn fox even forgive fuckin’ Jason for doing that shit in the first place?” Jim looked at the cat when he spoke to Bocchino, “Kurt’s one of those religious types. Remember?” Bocchino did not return eye contact with the human, for the cat only rubbed his forehead with his hand, “Yeah, that’s kind of the thing. I think that’s also why everyone else decided to leave him. I mean, he just comes across as being really fucking weak. Don’t you think so? No fucking shit people wouldn’t hesitate to jump ship. The fucker don’t even cuss or nothin’. Can you believe this shit? In this sort of line of work, that’s the kind of shit you hear every fucking day. That bitch is fucking different.”

  Jim considered what the cat had said. The human finally delivered a response after a moment of silence, “Did you ever think that Kurt is trying to tell you something? Did you ever try to consider his motivations or anything?” Bocchino replied, “Well, I know that we both want Omega gone…” Jim could tell that the cat missed his point, “I’m not talking about those motivations. Here, let me give you an example: Why does he not wear shoes?” Bocchino remembered that Arcades told him the answer to this question before, but the cat did not bother trying to remember it, “I just think he’s one of those freaks, you know? I mean, I know anthros don’t really need to wear shoes, but fuck me… It’s stuff like that he does which makes him appear like a fucking weak-ass bitch. Also, I think it turns Jason the fuck on. What a fucking faggot son of a bitch he is. Motherfucker. Kurt is either fucking retarded and completely fucking oblivious to it, or he’s in on it with that faggot wolf and ready to take one up his fucking ass.”

  Jim spoke to Bocchino in order to give him a different perspective, seeing how the cat was still using a rather rude vocabulary, “Are you sure? Do you think he does it to appear less intimidating?” The cat immediately remembered that Jim’s suggestion was indeed the same explanation that Arcades told him prior, “I think that’s what he told me, but why would you want to do something like that anyways? We’re a fucking PMC company. We ain’t a motherfucking…” Bocchino stopped his sentence, and he shook his head in anger as he raised his voice, “Dammit! Kurt’s being fucking taken away, and it’s all my fucking fault. I should’ve fucking killed those damned South African niggers.” Jim was rather surprised by Bocchino’s use of his final word, “I thought that word only applied to black humans and not black furred anthros.” The cat dismissed Jim’s comment, “Africa’s got both of them, and Kurt probably deserves to be chained up with the rest of the niggers anyways. Why does it even matter who I get to call a nigger?” Jim continued, “Black furred anthros don’t originate from Africa. Yo
u know that, right?” Bocchino exhaled, “Look man, I don’t want this shit right now. Who the fuck knows what they’ve got going on with Kurt and Jason right now? We’re gonna have a helluva time trying to track those sons of bitches down anyways. Probably only one of them is worth taking, though. That motherfucking faggot can ride the Hershey highway all the way to hell for all I give a shit.”

  The cockpit was filled with silence for the next few moments, but the noise of the helicopter’s rotors and engines still filled the air with ambient sound. Bocchino’s hand balled into a fist, and the cat let out some of his anger, “I can’t fucking believe those motherfuckers took both of them away fucking bum-ass naked! What type of shit was that? Can you fucking believe that shit? This shit is the fucking reason why we’re fucked! We’ve all fucking failed as a fucking species! All the fucking damned anthros care about is fucking eachother! Fucking literally! Shit! Fuck! Motherfuckers shit the bed and they decide they’re gonna become a bunch of fucking niggers and get fucked!” Jim continued to fly the helicopter in silence as Bocchino continued to vent his frustration, “And then you have these dipshits and fucking humans who look at us as if we’re all like this. This shit is the reason why fucking humans don’t even wanna come near us! And it fucking sucks because there ain’t a damned thing I can fucking do about it! Other fucking niggers shit the bed, and now it’s supposed to be my problem?” Jim attempted to lighten the mood a bit, and it was something he had learned to keep his sanity given his previous occupation working for Omega, “Italians -- I’m tellin’ ya. You guys sure do have a way with words.”