“They swirl and scream, specters of fear. I know not what to call these furless savages but the images, oh god the images!! Make them stop, make the killing stop, you're killing your own men!” Yet the words didn't come out, instead this body, this furless body moved forward, raising a strange metal weapon that when he felt something get pressed down released a noise that rang in his head. His eyes strained to see toward a distance he knew he should be able to see easily. Yet it was all so strange. Then the body moved forward again, toward someone who looked similar. Snapping his hand up in a strange gesture the creature spoke, “Sir, I've secured the route back to the copter. How is Private Charlie?”

As the creature finished speaking, the other one spoke up as he shook his head, “ It... It ripped right through this lung, we tried to traeg him when it fell flat but he went into cardiac arrest. Sorry son, we all knew how close you two were.” Shaking the creature he saw through, his eyes started to cloud right before running forward, even as the other yelled, “Stop it son, there's no reason to kill yourself!!”

Yet the son didn't listen, instead he charged forward, using that strange metal thing to make more noise that hurt and soon some other furless creatures came up, these ones dressed differently. Yet when the noise were made, the men fell and the man continued forward yet stopped as the noise turned to clicking sounds. Looking down at the metal the son cursed and pulled off a piece, grabbing a similar piece only to hear a sound.

Looking up the son looked right in the face a metal similar to his that had a hole in it. Then a click and the noise, yet then it all stopped as the creature looked down, holding his furless paw over something his chest then pulled it up to show blood. Then it all went black as an alarm went off, “GOOOOD morning Olympians!!”

Suddenly a young wolf rose up out of bed, screaming as if he was being tortured this very second. Yet as he looked about at the decor of the room, a modernistic room that came standard in the Olympia colony, he found himself not in the streets of a strange place called Bagdaad but at home. Staring down at his paws he found them not fur less and without claws, but with beautiful gray fur and dark blue polish on his claws.

Letting a smile grow upon his muzzle the wolf leaned back, sighing deeply as he forced that nightmare from his mind. With his mind leaving the nightmare, he soon became aware again of that alarm clock, a simple machine that played stations on the ether waves of Olympia, was becoming increasingly annoying as a new techno tune came on. Turning off the alarm he sighed again and slowly got out of bed, tossing off the covers to stretch up into the air in the nude.

Walking into the bathroom connected to his room he stared in the mirror and checked his eyes before smiling and turning on some cold water to splash on his face. Gasping to the morning shock he finally truly smiled and with a flick of his wrist brought a glass to him. Filling the glass he used the water that began to mix with the powder in the glass to wash out his mouth. Cleaning his teeth and killing bacteria before dumping what was left of the water and washing out the cup.

The morning tasks done he walked back into his room and snapped his fingers to open the closet and looked across the room at his clothing as a ring resonated through out his room, calling attention to the small square glass panel next to his door. Grumbling he walked over and pressed a button, bringing up the video cam outside his room showing an old roo male with horn rimmed glasses and a clipboard in his hands, “Hello Sheik, it's good you're up now cause Jessi wants to see you in his office in twenty minutes... Dressed if you can help it.”, saying the last part with a snicker before walking off.

Grumbling the wolf named Sheik shut off the panel before getting dressed, slipping on a pair of baggy, loose fitting clothes. Now dressed he finished his outfit by sliding on the amplifier mentalist ear rings, simple dangling piece of jewelry that would enhance any attempt at telekinetic he could use, the slightly neon blue glowing jewels were a gift from his father before he left. Walking out of his room he headed left and down the hall, hands stuffed in his pockets as he opened every door he came to with his mind.

It only took ten minutes to reach Jessi's office and without a knock he opened the door and entered, sliding in as silently as the door opened and saw Jessi's back turned, his feline tail shifting about behind him as he hunched over a glass panel, conversing with someone in a whisper.

Coughing though brought Jessi from the panel, shutting off the screen in an instant as he turned to stare at Sheik, “You know, it's polite to knock. Not that you know what polite means. You know, back in my da-”

“Look, if I came for a lecture I'd have called home. You called me here for something so what is it?”, with that response Jessi gave a curt nod before sitting his desk chair and began to sift through some papers. His calico fur almost moving in a blur before stopping and grabbing a document to hold up. Without a question the wolf took the document, moving it across thin air to settle in his own open palm.

Reading the document a bit he then sighed and shook his head, “What the Furia Jess? This is nowhere near what I was hired on for.”

“Oh? So you'd rather work in construction some more? I'm sure I can find you a project. I just thought you'd want to do something... A little different.”

The words hit Sheik hard and gave him a groan, he hated being a made to do things. But Jessi was right, he was bored with construction so without a word he “tossed” the document back to the feline as he said, “So when do I meet her?” With that admission of defeat Jessi couldn't help but smile as he spoke, “You meet her today, at the docks. You have about an hour to prepare so be sure to pack for a few nights out. She loves staying out and she'll need a psi like your self to help her.”

“Yeah yeah, I'm out of here then. I gotta “pack”.” Walking out of the office Sheik finally let himself smile at the assignment. Thinking over the document as he headed back to his room, 'A few days alone with a hot little number in the middle of nowhere. Like hell I'd pass on this job. Can't wait to meet you, Sarah.' Entering his room though, he was forced to forget about Sarah as the dream returned and with that return a nagging feeling that things weren't right and worse was that things were not over yet.