6:00 AM. That was the time that blinked on and off from the little black alarm clock beside Belledonna's bed, mocking her as she rolled over onto her side to hit the off button.

"Think you're funny, huh? Waking me at this hour," She mumbled incoherently as she attempted to untangle herself from the bed sheets twisted around her legs.

Grumbling small curses at the stubborn sheet, she managed to free herself and swing her legs over the side of the bed and stood from it, digging her feet into the cool carpet beneath them.

She made her way across the floor of her bedroom and stepped into the bathroom, flipping the switch as she went.

The phone on her bedside table began to ring just as she had pulled off her plain white shirt, revealing the blue cotton bra underneath.

Tossing the shirt to the tile floor of the bathroom, she ran back into her room and grabbed the phone as it went to ring for the sixth time.

"Hello?" She spoke into the receiver.

"Belledonna, got a job for you," A low, gruff male voice barked into her ear.

"Yeah, who is it?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"Come to my office around eight and I'll give you all the info,"

With a sigh, she hung the phone up and set it back in its place before walking back into the bathroom to finish undressing.

She removed her bra, along with her blue cotton panties, stepping out of them and into the shower stall.

Turning the hot water on, she moved under the spray and let it soak her fur.

Closing her eyes, she leaned back under the water and got her electric green hair wet as she reached up and lathered some shampoo in it.

Soap running down her bare body, bubbles sliding through her thick black fur as she rinsed her hair out.

After she finished her shower, she toweled herself off and wrapped the towel around herself as she walked back into her bedroom and got dressed.

She dressed in a strapless black corset with a red silk ribbon laced up the front, a tattered red and black plaid miniskirt and her favorite pair of knee high combat boots.

Once she finally had everything on and gathered up her necessary belongings, she made her way out of her apartment and down the hallway to the elevator as it opened.

"I wonder what sort of job the boss has for me today," She thought pressing the button for the parking garage.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal the ground level of the parking garage, Belledonna stepped out and spotted her car in its usual spot.

"There's my baby," She grinned walking over to the metallic black 1969 Chevy Camaro convertible.

She ran her hand along the side as she made her way around to the driver's seat.

Once settled in the black leather seat, she buckled herself in and revved the engine into life before pulling out of the spot and speeding out of the garage and onto the road.

It wasn't long before she was pulling into the parking lot of her boss's office just at the outskirts of the city.

"This better had been worth the drive," She muttered, slamming her car door before running up the concrete stairs leading up to the office door.

She walked into the office and up to the front desk.

"I'm here to see Vincent, is he in his office?" She asked as she walked past the assistant behind the desk.

Before the young fox was able to answer, Belledonna strode in through the tinted glass door of her boss's office.

"Alright Vincent, what's this job you called me in for?" She barked at the large black panther sitting behind his desk, fingertips pressed against each other as he leaned back in his swivel chair.

He was dressed in his usual black and white pinstriped suit, which always reminded Belledonna of the old school gangsters from those old black and white movies she used to watch.

"Here's all the info on your target, read up on him and take him out. If you feel you cannot complete this job, I'll give it to Amy," He said handing her a manila envelope.

Belledonna's eyes narrowed at the mention of the Siamese' name.

"I'll have it done, boss," She almost hissed, hating the idea of the hit being given to the one person she hated more than anyone she knew.

"Fine. Oh and good luck," Vincent replied with a slight smirk as he watched her leave his office.

"Sweetie, I don't need luck. I've got skill," She grinned, patting her ass as she disappeared through the door.

With an almost satisfied look upon her face, she walked out of the small building and back down the concrete stairs to where she had parked her car.

Leaning her hips against the hood, she pulled out the various papers stuffed inside the envelope.

Among the papers was a photo of a male tiger, with cinnamon colored fur and dark orange stripes across his face and arms dressed in a white long sleeve shirt buttoned up to his chest.

Belledonna sat on the small, beige couch in the living room of her apartment with a take out box in her hand from the Chinese place she had stopped at on her way back from her boss' office.

The papers, notes and photo from within the manila envelope were spread out across the coffee table so she could go over them while she had a late breakfast.

"There isn't much on this guy, wonder who made the hit?" She thought as she glanced around at the papers.

Sure, the guy had a bit of a reputation but he wasn't exactly a murderer or drug dealer.

Belledonna saw no real reason why this guy had been set up for a hit.

Her eyes settled on one particular piece of paper.

"Whoa… hello! What have we got here?"

She picked up the paper as she set down her box of wonton noodles.

The paper was a letter from a woman named Marrie and by the looks of it, it was an angry letter.

Dear Caspio, it is clear where your intentions lie.

I am obviously no longer your main interest.

If that is the case, I see no further reason to hang on to what we had.

Clearly, you consider yourself a two-woman sort of guy.

Therefore, I think it is best you should just leave this other woman.

If you do not, then I will have to take matters into my own hands.

In addition, I advise you to take caution because things could get messy rather quickly.

If you choose her, I have no choice but to make you see the error of your ways.

"Whoever this Marrie is, she sounds like a jealous girlfriend," She muttered setting the letter aside.

She dug through the pile of papers in search of any similar letters.

"Ah, here's something,"

It was a letter from Caspio in response to Marrie's letter.

Dearest Marrie, my sincerest apologies.

I am sorry you feel threatened by this so called "other" woman.

If you will listen to me or return my calls, I would be more than willing to explain.

However, since you seem so keen on showing me the error of my ways as you put it.

I feel we should just stop things here and go our separate ways.

Clearly, you are an overbearing, jealous bitch.

You can come by my place this afternoon to collect your things.

"Wow, way to be calm there dude," Belledonna muttered rolling her eyes as she set aside the letter with the first one.

"Here's something that'll be useful," She grinned, snatching up a list of places Caspio liked to hang out.

"Better do some field research before I make a final verdict," She stood from the couch and grabbed her keys off the hook by the door before making her way down the hall to the elevator.

"First place on the list is a sports bar? Seriously?" She huffed glancing up at the building's address.

She stood on the sidewalk outside of the sports bar called After Class.

Shaking her head at the name, she reluctantly walked inside.

Everywhere she looked she saw women her age or slightly older walking around in various styles of what seemed to be schoolgirl outfits.

Either all buttoned up to reveal just enough cleavage or tied up around their breasts to show off their stomachs.

"You have got to be kidding me," She said with a look of disgust at the women showing themselves off to the customers.

"The sooner I get this over with, the better," She thought making her way through the crowd towards the bar.

"Excuse me!" She called to the leopard bartender over the loud conversation buzzing in the air.

"What can I do ya' for sweetheart?" He replied as he set a couple of beers on the bar.

"I'm looking for someone! Have you seen this man?" She called back, holding up the photo of Caspio.

The leopard shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"Haven't seen him here for days, he was one of my regulars!"

"Thank you!" She nodded and quickly pushed her way back through the crowd.

"Hey sweet cheeks, gimme' a beer will ya'?" Some guy grunted, suddenly grabbing Belledonna's ass.

She quickly turned on the guy with a death glare on her face, as she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.

"Go ahead, call me that again. I fuckin' dare you,"

"Shit, I'm sorry!" He yelped, struggling to free his arm.

She released his arm and turned on her heel, leaving the bar with a wide smirk.

"Well that was a waste of time,"

Sighing, she got back into the driver's seat and peeled out onto the street, driving up the road.

"On to the next place, maybe I'll have better luck there,"

As she came to a red light, she looked at the next place on her list.

It was another bar on the other side of town.

"This better not turn into some weird ass wild goose chase…"

Her eyes narrowed as she sped through the green light.

"I'll snipe Vincent if it does," She snorted, speeding through another green light before drifting through a right turn.