The Echoes of Rusting Pipes
The room is quiet as the guards nearby watch. It’s dark with a large window looking into cells with broken glass and an open doorway. The doberman nonferal leans over a panel of controls and switches. A spiraled cord leads up to one of his ears where he hears one of the guards speaking to him, “They got away.”
The ears of the guards who are present perk up as they hear the report, mostly from fear.
The doberman’s fists clench in anger as he barks back at the guard over the ear piece, “THEN GET THEM BACK HERE NOW.”
The guard tries to speak, “But sir-”
“I’m not your damn mother so don’t start coming up with excuses. If they get away then you get them back.” He slams his fist into the control panel, denting the metal slightly.
The guard over the ear piece speaks up again, “Sir, they flead. All the guards escorting them are dead. We have no tracks either. We have failed.”
The doberman snarls as he yells, “THE ONLY ONE WHO FAILED HERE IS YOU MISERABLE LOW LIVES WHO CAN’T WORK FOR AN HONEST PAYCHECK IF IT SAVED YOUR LIVES.” the guard goes quiet as the doberman continues to rant, “If I had you standing right infront of me saying this shit right now with empty hands, I would make sure every moment left of your pitiful life was spent eating crumbs off a sewer drainage pipe till you rotted into the water yourself.”
Just then he hears a slow clapping from him. The doberman’s head lifts up as he turns and looks. Now standing in the doorway with two guards beside them is the tall nonferal owl. Hoax stops his applause as he carries a sly and calm tone, “What a wonderful idea. Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
The doberman quickly turns to fully face Hoax while standing at attention, “Mr.Warren. I-”
Hoax interrupts him while holding up a hand, “Hold on hold on. I heard it all, I don’t need any excuses. After all, I'm not your mother.”
The doberman’s ears start to lower a bit, “I’m sorry sir. We lost them.”
Hoax nods as he steps further into the room, now gazing at the empty cells with a smile, “Not only did you lose them but you had half of the guards stationed here slaughtered under your authority. If I wasn’t mistaken I’m pretty sure the expenses and training of these men are also part of your job. Neither of which has been dealt with yet as none of your guards were even capable of handling one of them on their own despite neither of them having armor.”
The doberman’s brash demenier. has already melted away to that of a scolded child, “-I -I’m sorry Sir. I will handle it right away.”
But Hoax only returns a mocking glare, “I didn’t hire you to handle it now, I hired you to handle it THEN. Am I clear?”
The doberman nods, “It won’t happen again.”
Hoax scoffs, “For a man that’s done me wrong you say alot of things that are accurate. You’re fired.”
The doberman’s eyes fill with fear and terror as his heart sinks.
Hoax continues, “And since you are standing right in front of me saying this shit with empty hands…” he glances at the empty cells for a moment before looks back down at the doberman, “I’m afraid I would have to make sure every moment left of your pitiful life was spent eating crumbs off a sewer drainage pipe till you rotted into the water yourself. I do love the golden rule after all.” Hoax lifts a hand and snaps his fingers as two the present guards grab the doberman by either arm.
The doberman panics as he tries to struggle and kick. Hoax steps out of the way as the guards start to walk the doberman out of the room as he starts screaming for help. Hoax comments to a guard, “Do make sure the sewage system you pick is connected to my estate. I would adore hearing those screams with the acoustics of echoing rusting pipes.”
Just as he’s being dragged out of ear shot, Hoax then calls out to the hallway, “You can come out now, the rubbish is gone.”
Stepping out into the hall and glancing in the direction of the screams is a snake nonferal. He wears dress pants and red vest over a crisp white dress shirt to match his clean white and brown scales. His sharp red eyes peer back at Hoax. His voice is just as well put together as he looks, “So I take it the position has just opened up?”
Hoax nods, “Consider yourself the new VP of the Warren’s.”
A smirk crawls onto the snake’s face as he lightly bows, “I won’t disappoint you.”
The same smirk, but more cruel is matched, “You won’t.”
