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Prowling the streets, dodging, weaving between the legs and feet of the ground walkers. You see, its the year 6789 and your either rich enough to have a flying car or ship or your not. The middle class was your ground walkers, and upper class men had all the fancy new cars, jets, and homes at the high levels. Where bridges stretched across like personal walk ways. Dawnson City, a place people went to for greater dreams if you were a lawyer or a business man of some kind, even felons such as slave traders and gang leaders. A lot more, but Thad be too many to say. The world here is brutal if you didn't have the money to support your self or the have the means and intelligence to get it. Then, there are your Under Dogs, the people who were too poor to even be poor. Or the people who worked your underground alliances like your black markets, or illegal fighting rings, or even homeless orphans. They live deep in the subways of the city, that are not even used anymore as a subway. Trains weren't needed, cast aside as did the cars with wheels, at least some of them. There were a few left, but even then you had to have quite a bit of money to own one. Or if you were a police man, then you'd get a police car.

Will shifted and paused by a old bus sign, lifting a small orange paw and licked it as a cat would. One eye shut and a bright yellow eye kept watch."Yeow!" Will howled and jumped as the crushing pain of his tail getting stepped on sent his fur bristling from the very roots to the tippy top. Darting under the broken bench he growled at the crowd as they hardly seemed to notice. *Ow ow ow!* He cried in his thoughts and turned to inspect his long orange tail. The orange cat sighed, then glanced around he has one brown eye and one yellow eye, with a pink speckled nose. At least for now, Will shifted and grumbled, he hated being this small, why couldn't he have a different undercover form to be recognized as? The make shift feline shifted and settled down slowly, waiting for the rest of his gang to show up with what ever they were going to need smuggling this time. Their group called themselves Underdogs of the Underworld, and they were quiet an elusive group.

*Lets see here, where is that big oaf.* Will scouted the crowd carefully he couldn't see Phill anywhere, and he hoped that the operation didn't go wrong. *Hmp, I bet they are slaking. Grr.. Blast humans, can't even watch where they're going.* He huffed and took another look at his tail. Sure it was fine, but it still hurt.