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The rumor about Miša and Zuzana successfully breaking into a police car, stealing a bunch of high-grade kebab war surplus weapons, while sharing some of them with a group of kids to create the perfect distraction, became the talk of the club just a few weeks later. A jackal walked in when Miša was about to finish her shift, supposedly recognizing her as the fennec who pulled it off, striking up a conversation about the details of their plan. After explaining the whole impulsive yet masterful heist, the jackal insisted on sharing a drink with Miša for giving away the interesting details. Free stuff always tastes better, so Miša didn't hesitate to have a sip. However, she started to feel woozy soon after, finding it hard to keep up with the conversation. 'Must be some good shit,' she thought to herself. The world around her slowly faded into darkness, and Miša soon passed out, falling over the counter and hitting the ground.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself chained up to a rebuilt old land yacht at the backside of some abandoned factory. Four animals stepped outside of the car, one of them holding the gun Miša had kept hidden under the bar counter.

"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to come around! Nice gun you have here! I haven't seen one of these since I fought in the war. Pristine condition too! Is this silencer your build? Simple yet crafty! Now, tell me where you and your little friend stashed the rest!" said the Borzoi holding the gun.

"Fuck off! I don't know what you're talking about!" Miša replied.

"Oh, really? So this isn't your gun then? Maybe a chainsaw will make you remember. Heard fennec meat is quite the delicacy, sought after by polar bears... Start the chainsaw!"

"I keep yanking this thing but the goddamn chainsaw won't start!" grumbled the Corgi sitting on the roof.

"Did you forget to refuel it like last time?!" replied the Borzoi.

"No, I did not! I filled it up using the green canister just as you told me!" the Corgi angrily replied.

"Which means you filled it all up with 2-stroke oil, dumbass! I told you to top it up with the green canister, not to fill it up! Last time you ran the chainsaw dry without oil, and now this?! You can't be trusted with anything!" the Borzoi screamed.

"Hold up! Almost got it started!" the Corgi blurted.

"Whatever, you missed your moment anyway, just let the Aardwolf handle this one... Next time I'll give you a butter knife to wave around, as the chainsaw is obviously too much for you to handle..."

Miša stared in confusion at the two dogs arguing, but quickly snapped out of it when she suddenly felt cold steel sliding across her throat.

"Just spill it, Fennec, my patience is over! Aardwolf is not the best butcher, and since we won't be running the chainsaw anytime soon, it's gonna be slow and painful. Keep being quiet, doesn't matter to me. The whole of you should fetch about 100,000 on the organ market anyway..." the Borzoi hissed.

"Alright, chill! We sold the rest of the guns to the Road Vikings! Ever heard of them? They won't be giving you the guns without a fight exactly. Stashed them inside of an old Olovo. Plate number LYX something something..." Miša said with a sigh.

"Oh, but we do know the Vikings well! Old "friends" who owe us their lives! I think it's time to finally pay them a little visit to exchange the favor... Boss, shut off the fennec! We need to go!" the Borzoi shouted.

Miša felt something get smashed over her head, sending her snout first into the puddle of spilt oil underneath her. The dogs untied her and rushed inside the car, leaving the place in a wide drift, spraying Miša with a layer of snow.

"Shit... If the Vikings find out who told them, me and Zuzana are so dead! I better go tell her before the Vikings find out!" Miša whispered before picking herself up and running for the street.

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The rumor about Miša and Zuzana successfully breaking into a police car, stealing a bunch of high-grade kebab war surplus weapons, while sharing some of them with a group of kids to create the perfect distraction, became the talk of the club just a few weeks later. A jackal walked in when Miša was about to finish her shift, supposedly recognizing her as the fennec who pulled it off, striking up a conversation about the details of their plan. After explaining the whole impulsive yet masterful heist, the jackal insisted on sharing a drink with Miša for giving away the interesting details. Free stuff always tastes better, so Miša didn't hesitate to have a sip. However, she started to feel woozy soon after, finding it hard to keep up with the conversation. 'Must be some good shit,' she thought to herself. The world around her slowly faded into darkness, and Miša soon passed out, falling over the counter and hitting the ground.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself chained up to a rebuilt old land yacht at the backside of some abandoned factory. Four animals stepped outside of the car, one of them holding the gun Miša had kept hidden under the bar counter.

"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to come around! Nice gun you have here! I haven't seen one of these since I fought in the war. Pristine condition too! Is this silencer your build? Simple yet crafty! Now, tell me where you and your little friend stashed the rest!" said the Borzoi holding the gun.

"Fuck off! I don't know what you're talking about!" Miša replied.

"Oh, really? So this isn't your gun then? Maybe a chainsaw will make you remember. Heard fennec meat is quite the delicacy, sought after by polar bears... Start the chainsaw!"

"I keep yanking this thing but the goddamn chainsaw won't start!" grumbled the Corgi sitting on the roof.

"Did you forget to refuel it like last time?!" replied the Borzoi.

"No, I did not! I filled it up using the green canister just as you told me!" the Corgi angrily replied.

"Which means you filled it all up with 2-stroke oil, dumbass! I told you to top it up with the green canister, not to fill it up! Last time you ran the chainsaw dry without oil, and now this?! You can't be trusted with anything!" the Borzoi screamed.

"Hold up! Almost got it started!" the Corgi blurted.

"Whatever, you missed your moment anyway, just let the Aardwolf handle this one... Next time I'll give you a butter knife to wave around, as the chainsaw is obviously too much for you to handle..."

Miša stared in confusion at the two dogs arguing, but quickly snapped out of it when she suddenly felt cold steel sliding across her throat.

"Just spill it, Fennec, my patience is over! Aardwolf is not the best butcher, and since we won't be running the chainsaw anytime soon, it's gonna be slow and painful. Keep being quiet, doesn't matter to me. The whole of you should fetch about 100,000 on the organ market anyway..." the Borzoi hissed.

"Alright, chill! We sold the rest of the guns to the Road Vikings! Ever heard of them? They won't be giving you the guns without a fight exactly. Stashed them inside of an old Olovo. Plate number LYX something something..." Miša said with a sigh.

"Oh, but we do know the Vikings well! Old "friends" who owe us their lives! I think it's time to finally pay them a little visit to exchange the favor... Boss, shut off the fennec! We need to go!" the Borzoi shouted.

Miša felt something get smashed over her head, sending her snout first into the puddle of spilt oil underneath her. The dogs untied her and rushed inside the car, leaving the place in a wide drift, spraying Miša with a layer of snow.

"Shit... If the Vikings find out who told them, me and Zuzana are so dead! I better go tell her before the Vikings find out!" Miša whispered before picking herself up and running for the street.