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It had taken a lot of preparation...or at least, more than the last attack did. Jamal knew there were cameras all over the roadways and that posed the biggest problem. It was hard to mistake the tiger man for anyone else being that he was the only stark white beast with murderous tendancies this side of the jungle and in order for his plan to work, he had to take pains to disguise himself as best as possible for as long as possible.

It was early morning when Jamal found himself ankle-deep in a bog, the thick stench of rotting vegetation swamping his delicate nose. The full human Jamal would have never believed that he would be doing as he was doing now, plunging his deformed hand down into the muck again and again, then rubbing the mud and plant matter across his fur. It was slow, tedious work as white took the brown color well enough, but it took several coats to get to the very roots of his fur that weren't covered by clothing. He even ended up rolling through the mud at one point to cover his back. By the time he had finished, it was hard to tell he was once a white tiger unless you were close enough to see how splotch the brown coat looked and that twigs, leaf bits, and anything else imaginable had snagged themselves in the thick mats.

He had put on the pants of the first guard he had killed as they were longer than the shorts he tended to wear nowadays and he also had a tattered longsleeve he had nicked from his room when he had just started his primarily jungle living. The shirt was tighter than he had remembered, but it would work for now. He had no hat, so that couldn't be helped unless the guard he planned on getting tonight had one. That left his tail, which he coiled as best as he could around one leg so it'd be out of sight. It was painful, but hopefully only temporary.

From a distance, he looked like a very brown, dirty, furry islander. Up close, the disguise was flawed. He only hoped it'd work well enough to get what he wanted done completed.

Jamal didn't have to wait much longer than half an hour before his ears caught the gentle rumble of an engine that slowly intensified as the a jeep headed his way. He tensed and slid to an all fours position, careful to keep himself hidden for the time being. This all revolved around a surprise attack.

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Another day...another day of grunt work and another day of dealing with the higher ups.

The guard sighed and tapped the steering wheel to some random beat as he guided the jeep down the main access road. Luckily, he had drawn camera duty; reports of cameras going out needed to be addressed by someone, afterall. He didn't have to fix them, but he needed to catalog the damage and if it was minor, he might be able to fix the situation if he felt like it. Hell, he'd take clearing bird nests from wiring over picking through the jungle any day. So at ease was he that he failed to notice movement ahead in the brush, lost to humming some song he had heard back at the break room as he was getting ready to head out.

As the jeep closed the distance to 25 yards...10 yards...Jamal coiled himself into a prepared spring, waiting until the jeep was no less than 5 yards down the road and hardly more than three armslengths from the very brush he was hiding in before letting himself fly. With a snarl, he erupted from the greenery and threw himself at the jeep, hands spread to desperately grab at anything on the jeep's body he could snatch. A loud thump as his body solidly hit the jeep echoed over the engine's rumble, clearly giving away all remaining element of surprise. He had managed to grab onto the back corner of the open-topped vehicle and with little delay, he started to drag himself in.

At the same time that Jamal sprang forward, the guard noticed the movement and saw the flying mass of brown practically landing in the back of the vehicle. The guard paniced, throwing the wheel in the opposite direction the tiger came from as Jamal scrambled wildly to haul himself in. This veering sent the jeep boucing roughly across the pitted road and nearly bucked the black man off. Already the guard was fumbling for his gun, but the bouncing made it difficult to pull it from it's holster; sitting down probably didn't help either. Jamal yowled in pain as his uncovered foot dragged across the rocky ground and he struggled even more desperately to get himself up. Now his clothing was starting to tear, exposing tufts of white fur through the slits. This wasn't going as smoothly as he hoped.

After the guard was situated in the passenger seat, his head thrown back to expose the gaping puncture marks and the number "2" carved into his forehead, Jamal crammed himself in the driver's seat. He reached across and ripped the guard's gun from the belt, throwing the pistol carelessly up on the dash where he could reach it easier, and then tried his luck with moving the jeep. It took a fair amount of rocking back and forth to get the jeep out of the slight ditch it had fallen into, but eventually he managed to get it back onto the road. Excellent.

With little hesitation, he spun the jeep around so it was facing the direction it had come from and jammed the gas pedal down. With a roar, the vehicle sped off towards the village. He knew he didn't have much time.

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After a few minutes of bat-out-of-hell driving, Jamal hit the brakes and stopped the jeep just outside the village. There, he could see the gathering of duplex buildings. A wicked grin curved its way onto his muzzle as he reached over to grab onto his victim and focused his gaze on one duplex in particular. Ambrose's.

"Well..." The boy mumbled as he pushed himself along. "A' don' neh why i' doesn' like me." Alec seemed a bit down, most likely because of the uneventful nature just-another-day and the fact that his best friend's dog was acting bossy. "Can ye blame me f'wantin t'throw a rock a' i' though, a' mean..." His voice trailed off again as he leaned over in his chair to offer a mean glare to the presently-quiet canine. "A' fookin face-'eight 'ere, 'am face 'eight!!" His exclamation was most likely intentionally exaggerated.

The sharkboy seemed to quiet down again so that the silence between the three of them was momentarily restored. That is, until he leaned over again to point an accusing finger at the dog. "'Am watchin yeee.."

Amaya just sighed and rolled her eyes at the exaggeration, but she couldn't help but smile. "I don't blame you, but it's just a dog. And I'm keeping him on the other side of me for a reason. I'm not gonna let him bite you." Donner growled in response to Alec's pointing, receiving a sharp tug on his leash that managed to shut him up.

But he continued to glare back. This wheelie man wasn't going to trick him.

Alec smirked, keeping his attention on the two beside him and little on the path ahead of him. "Yeeee ye." He chuckled, shifting in his chair as he continued in motion. "'Am s'rprised ye go' theh from ol' St. Nick, ay? Alls a' go' from them was a louseh-"

He didn't even have to see it coming. The noise of the gunned engine first caught his attention though it was much too late to yell or make some other reaction of surprise and alarm. It looked like a jeep from what he could tell in that split-second, the driver and indistinguishable blur in the commotion. Not much in identifying him in the end either, seeing as the entire vehicle had slammed straight into a duplex.

Words couldn't describe. His eyes were wide, gawking, in absolute shock as he placed the brake on his wheelchair and stared; the crashed jeep, the totalled building, the white-furred corpse strewn on the grass.