6:00 AM. That's 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 in 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 on 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.