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Hello again! Thank you for all the support you guys have given me and I hope you will find no need for disappointment in my stories. On a serious note however I am completely failing at a thing called planning ahead, so after a few more chapters I will probably make an extended 'super-awesome much-better-than-before' version of these chapters which will hopefully include a LOT more detail on the characters and surroundings and generally having the feel of something which is not what is essentially 'planned' improvisation.

Also it seems my brain has been working overdrive into my imagination so it seems that I will be able to continue on without any help, although I'd greatly appreciate if you just said what you think about the story and where it's going in the comments as I may be able to take that and use it to add more things that you like and get rid of the stuff you don't.

This part includes the introduction of three main characters while my mind was still in it's 'I don't want to be creative' mood, so please bare with me if things seem a tad uncreative. If you really don't like it then I'd probably recommend that you come back once the extended version is done because hopefully by then I will have the characters all neatly laid out in my head so it should be a LOT neater and tidier when it comes to the plot and things like that.

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The fox was led outside into an open vehicle hangar filled with various supply trucks and personnel carriers. However those weren't the only vehicles. Along his side of the garage there were various trucks ranging from large vans with solid steel boxes attached to the back to small cars where the only protection from the passenger were a few bars between the driver and passenger seats, as well as reinforced windows in the rear end of the car. Those cars were used to transport slaves.

Luckily, in front of the fox was one of those very cars, which at least meant he wasn't going to be travelling with anyone dangerous and suggested that they must trust him to some extent, even if it is only a little bit. The fox wondered why he wasn't being told to enter the car already, but the opening of the door behind him answered the question.

It seemed as if the fox wouldn't be travelling alone. One of the scientists from before entered, shortly followed by two guards, between them carrying a female fox. He wondered why the female was unconscious, but the scratches along the scientist's face and the small but rather prominent lump on the side of the vixen's head quickly explained the situation.

The poor girl must have gotten a bit stressed out when she discovered she was in the medical ward and decided to relieve that stress on the first thing she came into contact with, that scientist. Luckily it seemed neither of them were hurt seriously and black-hair and the other scientist seemed unaffected by neither the scientist or the fox's condition and soon were talking to who was probably going to be the driver of the car.

After a rather long conversation, black-hair gestured for the fox to get into the car and then the two guards placed the female none-too-gently inside the car next to him. The fox quickly put out an arm to prevent the girl from slamming her face into the seat in front and was very surprised when the vixen snuggled up to his arm, resting her head on his body.

The thoughts and smells triggered a great deal of emotions inside of him, but mainly those of his family before he was taken away to the Sanctuary. He had usually managed to hold back his emotions but the woman's 'thank you' that had been said earlier had struck something inside of him and now the girl leaning against him had tipped him over the edge into a raging torrent of memories.

He recalled all the fun times with his parents, helping them out with the 'chores' around the master's house. He remembered all the times he'd hug with his mum, falling asleep in those soft, warm arms. The female he was holding right now reminded him too much of those moments and he was almost on the verge of tears when he jumped at the feeling of the car starting underneath him and the snide comment of 'ya scared mutt?' coming from the driver.

The fox spent the journey wide awake, half because of his nervousness and half because of his resolve to protect the vixen who had just recently been placed under his care that reminded him of his family so much. The emotionally torn fox took into his head the idea of it being his duty to protect the female, and should any harm come to her he should blame himself for letting it happen.

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Eventually the car came to a halt and the driver got out, unlocking the passenger door and telling them to get out. The fox hesitated for a moment at the thought of trying to wake up the female and her peaceful face convinced him that it would definitely be a lot easier to explain the situation when she was in somewhere comfortable, not in the back of a car from which she could easily bolt from.

The thought of her bolting brought up the possibility of him running himself, but he would never make it if he had to carry her all the way and it would definitely be hard getting out of town without being seen, especially with the peculiar sight that a fox carrying a vixen while running through town would cause.

A sharp 'hurry up' broke the fox's train of thought and made him realise that he was being waited upon. He slowly reached down to gently take the female into his arms, carrying her weight easily with his genetically enhanced muscles. The reminder of how strong he was brought up the thought of how many guards were needed to take her down, let alone a fully grown Reklan.

The 'hurry up' sounded again, only this time a lot more impatient. The fox turned around, revealing to the driver the female fox cradled in his arms. The driver raised his eyebrows in surprise, but quickly followed it up with a comment.

"You'll probably bang her, the first chance you get", the driver sneered.

The fox was visibly angered at the comment before he managed to bring himself under control. He had never thought of such things, but now the driver had mentioned it various thoughts were running through his mind, not all of them involving what was just mentioned, but most of them were about sex, and all of them did include the young vixen in some way.

The path they were led along soon opened up into a housing estate with large, two-storey detached buildings running around the edge of a large park with a small lake in the middle. The fox could see humans of various ages walking around and some Reklan walking about carrying supplies from the shops in town or doing other menial tasks such as gardening or hanging up washing on lines.

A few people looked in their direction, some slightly surprised at the fact that he was carrying the female but other than that they were unfazed. The odd group walked around the park and eventually reached the desired house. The driver walked up to the door and knocked, and after a while a voice sounded.

"Who is it?", asked the voice.

"Come to deliver your mutts", the driver responded.

There was what seemed to be a hesitation before the click of a lock being disengaged sounded from the other side of the door. The door opened to reveal the face of a man in his young twenties. He had good looks, with short but stylish black hair and striking blue eyes which seemed to glitter in the sunlight.

The fox was so busy looking at the face of the man that he didn't notice the woman standing behind the man. She too looked pretty, with shiny, long brown hair and brown eyes which seemed to radiate comfort. The fox couldn't help thinking that these two had definitely been lucky when it came to finding an attractive mate.

Suddenly the driver moved aside and left, obviously having completed the task he had come here for. The fox couldn't help but whimper at the thought of this person being the dominating factor of the fox's life from now on. His whole life has been placed in this person's hands, and only luck could tell if those hands were caring, or if those hands wanted to inflict pain at every opportunity.

The man stood there with a frown on his face, trying to decide what to do with these newly acquired possessions. Eventually he commanded the fox in an uncertain voice, like a man who'd just been placed in charge of an orchestra with no experience and now was told had to direct a three-hour symphony in front of the royal family.

"Get in", said the man in as commanding a tone as he could muster.

The fox willingly obeyed and stepped in while the man stood there trying to figure out what to do next while the woman stepped back to make space for the fox, a concerned look on her face when she spotted the lump on the side of the vixen's head.

"How did that happen?", the woman questioned.

The fox stayed silent, his expression asking whether he was allowed to speak up.

"She asked you a question, so speak!"

The fox flinched at the voice of the man and quickly spoke in a hushed tone.

"I wasn't there when it happened, sir. She probably got a bit scared and tried to lash out, so they knocked her out to prevent any more trouble."

"Thank you... erm, mr. fox", said the woman. "Do you have a name?"

"No missus, my mother didn't name me as she said giving me a name would only deny me a privilege if my new master just called me 'slave' or their own name they'd created for me. I have no idea whether this one has a name though", replied the fox sadly while gesturing to the vixen cradled in his arms. "Does that mean you're going to name me?"

"Just because I said you should answer our questions doesn't mean you can ask your own questions as well!", shouted the man, his inexperience with owning a slave making him seem even more scary.

The fox immediately dropped his head, whimpering while wishing he was invisible so he couldn't draw any more unwanted attention. He was so scared that he jumped when the female voice piped up in his support.

"Oh come on Dan. You know he's spent the whole of his life not knowing what it was like to be free. And now he's been taken from his mother, kept in a a cell for a few months, now dumped in this place where he's supposed to be a slave for the rest of his life and you expect him to know what you want immediately after all this has happened? The poor thing is too traumatised to stand anymore for god's sake!"

The woman's voice had climbed slowly in volume all throughout the speech and by the end she was literally screaming in anger. When she mentioned the fox hardly being able to stand the fox looked down at his legs and noticed they were shaking so hard that it looked as if they were about to cave in at any second. The fox was trying to correct his position when he heard Dan's voice again.

"I don't care if he's spent his life in slavery! This is what they were made for, to be our slaves! If he has spent that long living as a slave then he should know by now what to do!", exclaimed Dan.

The woman was not taking in any of this however and all throughout the conversation her previously warm eyes were smouldering with anger, boring holes into the man's resolve, gradually reducing the tone of his argument until the last sentence was slowly whispered.

"And you know the government say they can mind read. Can't they?"

The woman ignored the man's last comment and eventually the frustration in the woman's eyes dissipated as she turned to regard the odd couple of foxes, the female out cold in the male's arms while the male stood trembling under the combined gazes of both the man's hateful glare and the woman's soothing observations.

"Now we haven't introduced ourselves, haven't we?"

The woman turned her head to the man, coaxing out a short nod before continuing.

"My name is Elizabeth, although you should call me Liz." The woman then turned and gestured to the man. "And here is Daniel, but I insist that you call him, and he lets you, call him Dan."

"But what about in public?", suggested Dan.

"Well in the meantime you may have to call him 'Sir' or 'Mister' out in public", the woman agreed, "But in this house you should call us by our first names only, with none of this 'Sir' or 'Madam' trash."

The fox nodded, only breaking the pattern to ask "What about my name?"

The man glared at the fox, but was quickly put down by Liz who answered the fox's question. "We did have a couple of names ready in the case that you didn't have one, but now I think about it none of them would really suit you."

A frown slowly crept across the woman's face, but was quickly replaced by a smile. "I think we should get a good night's sleep, and in the morning we can explain things and talk about what what you will be doing. It seems that none of us have thought that far ahead."

The woman started walking up the stairs, gesturing for the fox to follow. She pointed at a door two down from the one she was starting to enter.

"That is the room you two will be staying in, and this one belongs to Dan and I", Liz explained. "Be downstairs by nine in the morning so we can talk about this whole 'issue', okay? And try not to get up before seven, as it might wake us up."

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The fox nodded his consent and slowly made his way over to the room he'd been directed to. Did the woman mention a bed? Because if she did, the fox thought life at this place might not be so bad after all.