Bobby could hear the voice of his captain in his head as he moved casually through the crowded ocean-side warehouse. Nearly everyone had some form of pistol or assault rifle. Pallets full of boxes were piled up in the center of the cavernous space; the huge door at the far end was open, revealing the boat dock.

"Okay, Bobby... this is it. You're no longer a police officer. From now on, you're one of the Talents."

A passing white hare fixed Detective Robert Soape with a steely glance. Bobby returned it, unfazed. In his head, his captain continued speaking.

"Your mission: infiltrate the Talents, discover the source of the tainted meds, and get out. Understood? There will be no wires and no backup. If you're discovered, we'll be there, but I don't have to tell you how dangerous this is."

Bobby focused on the pallets, studying the labels. The wolf wore a pair of torn-up blue jeans and a baggy white shirt. He looked the part of the gang, at least, which shunned good grooming in favor of a shabbier chic form of styling. His hair was mussed up on top and his shoes unlaced.

So far everything had gone according to plan. He blended into the crowd easily. It helped that most of the 20-something drug-pushers were more interested in their smartphones than to the people around them. Bobby used his phone to snap a few surreptitious photos of the boxes, capturing the port of call and other reference numbers the smugglers used.

Someone grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey! Why are you taking pictures?"

A burly stag with a bit of white powder under his nose leaned in close to Bobby. The wolf tried to pull away.

"Wasn't taking pictures, was texting my girl. Back off!"

Bobby shrugged off the arm and walked confidently away, tucking his phone into his pants as he went. The stag stared after him, snorting, one foot pawing at the ground. The white rabbit Bobby passed earlier walked past the wolf again, staring at him once more. Bobby glanced over his shoulder. The rabbit was whispering to the stag. Not good. Time to move.

The wolf picked up his pace and headed for the far side of the warehouse, where the lights were off. He slipped into the shadows and climbed up a staircase. He could make it to the roof and leap from the top into the water over the side of the deck. An undignified escape, but Bobby wasn't picky, especially when he heard a murmur from the other side of the warehouse.

"Okay, we got a spy!" someone bellowed. "Spread out and search! We're looking for a wolf in cheap clothing!"