Revenge

Oddly enough that made sense to me. He grabbed his blades from another area and we walked back to the training area. Oliver proceeded to show me techniques on how to use my knives and exercises I could do on my own when I get my living quarters. Told me how I could get more and then proceeded to spar with me. This time we didn’t go all out.

Instead he would critique me on my footing and body mechanics. Making sure I wasn’t a danger to myself or my partner. I don’t think he has heard that I’m going to be his partner but why spoil the surprise. After the weapons training we went to the shooting range.

“Here you have options between guns and archery.”, he explains.

“As much as I respect the sport, archery is not very practical today. The bow gives you away too much. I would rather learn sniping so I can have a balance of close combat and long distance combat.”

“Hm, that would be better since I’m a close combat type in general. Hopefully, we’ll be partnered up.”, he says.

“Oliver, you’ll be surprised.”,I smile.

Oliver brought me over different sniper guns until I chose the one that fit right with me. I explained I prefer hollow points for my bullets but used standard bullets for practice. To my surprise I was actually good at using the sniper gun. And Oliver nodded in approval. When we finally finished Oliver walked me back to the lab.

Where I was given an oxygen mask and went back into my pod. Filling full of the blue liquid, I was so exhausted I fell asleep almost immediately. My days went by the same. Smith would take me over to the training room where Oliver would train me until my muscles felt like they couldn’t hold me up.

Oliver would gradually start increasing the speed until I was conditioned for a full on fifteen mile sprint like run. He eventually added miles making my lungs burn with need for air. After days and hours of training I grew used to the runs and now can spar on even ground with Oliver. We would have fun with weapons training.

Whoever draws first blood takes the win. Oliver would be careful not cut me too deep and I would be mindful in return. Some days I would win catching him off guard and others he would take the win usually leaving me with a cut on my upper arm. After three months I was released from my pod. Smith told me to go to the second floor room 205 will be my new living quarters.

It would be where I would meet my roommate who I already knew was going to be Oliver. Knowing at this time he would be training, I entered the suite in search of my room. Upon entry I noticed the walkway was clean. I took my boots off, allowing my paw-like feet to breathe. The kitchen was to my left, it was spacious and to my surprise very organized.

I look forward to food instead of whatever was added to the blue liquid they had me in. The living room was neat. There was a black sofa with a table set with coasters on top. A medium sized tv and the wall to the right of it was filled to the brim with books. I can’t wait to start reading through. I continued my walk of the suite and noticed the room all the way down was the masters after passing an office space and a very spacious bathroom.

In the bathroom it looked like they stocked one side full of all the feminine products. Though I don’t know if I would ever use any of them. After all the procedures and everything I went though. I highly doubt my reproductive system would work. That and I think they took out my uterus sometime during the muscle swap.

I would ever need alongside all the basic necessities. Satisfied with that I left the bathroom and to the left of it was a room that had an arctic black and white theme to it. Something about it called out to the snow leopard in me and I entered the room. The room had a queen sized bed with a panda theme, black nightstands on both sides of the bed, a white chest of drawers against the wall, an entertainment system on the wall in front of the bed and a desk to the right. Looking into the drawers I noticed they were all filled with clothes for all sorts of occasions.

And a bunch of elegant looking clothing hung in the closet. I was surprised that they could get my size down with all the craziness that has happened that past six months. I feel a presence behind me as I quickly grab whoever it is behind me, sliding my foot back in a judo like stance. I grab their arm flipping them over my shoulder and them on their back with a loud thump!

“Ow son of a bitch Ami the fuck?!”, yells Oliver.

“Your fault you snuck up on me. You could have said something”, I retorted.

“Well what did you expect?! My suite door was open and I thought you were an intruder.”, he responded.

“One, you could have smelled my scent like I smell your’s, two what intruder is stupid enough to break into a humanoid jaguar’s room and expect to live?”, I countered.

He thought it over,”Ok point taken but still what are you doing here? I’m supposed to meet my partner here. This is my new living quarters.”,he asks.

I shake my head,”Oliver, you’re expecting your partner to live with you right?”

“Yea”, he responds.

“And you see me here in a room that’s clearly not yours right?”

“Yea”, he responds again.

“So what does that information tell you?”, I asked.

He just looks at me blankly. God for a top of the class assassin he has some dumbass moments. It takes him a moment to realize. His eyes widen in understanding.

“You’re my partner?!”, he yells.

“And the dumbass finally realizes. Yes, genius I’m your partner.”, I smile and give him a hand to help him up.

“Well shit have long have you known?”, Oliver asks.

“Well considering they told me besides you I’m the only one that survived and they wanted to team me up with you. The whole time.”,I laugh.

“You bitch”,he laughs.

I give him a hand and help him to his feet. We laughed and walked back to the main living area. We explored the suite together and found the kitchen fully packed with food, snacks, condiments and everything you need to cook for yourself.

“Uh Ami, do you know how to cook because I don’t.”, he blushed.

Laughing, “Yes, Oliver I know how to cook and if I’m gonna cook then you get dish duty.”

He groans but reluctantly agrees to my terms. After the kitchen we further explored what all the offices had. And noticed that there were more extensive books on a variety of different subjects. There were two new laptops sitting in the office. Each labeled with our respective animal’s paw prints.

Office supplies lined the desk all neatly organized next to a planner. The printer sat adjacent to the desk on a filing cabinet. All the rooms we have explored except for one, Oliver’s room. I place my hand on the door knob and swing open the door. Oliver’s room was similar to mine, just more masculine based.

The color scheme matched his eyes. And personal artifacts lingered in the room. One of which caught my eye, walking over to a table I picked up a magazine with a busty redhead in a skimpy bikini. Turning to him teasingly.

“I guess I know what your type is now.”, I laugh as he pales

Oliver, dives for the copy. I let him have it as he slid across the room to my amusement.

“That used to be my type but not anymore. My turning to this doesn’t allow for any normalcy. Especially in our line of work.”

“Well then I guess we are to be alone til we find someone who accepts us. But if it makes you feel any better, know that I accept you. So you have one person in your corner.”, I say.

“Thank you Ami”, he replies genuinely.

With that we get a call to Megan’s office. Oliver and I locked our door behind us. We went down the hall to the elevator taking us up to the fifth floor. Making two lefts and a right we finally arrive at Megan’s office. Knocking on the door first before a receptionist opens the door for us.

Waking inside the receptist closes and proceeds to walk to the door leading to Megan’s Office. The receptionist knocks twice before entering the room. A moment later she leaves the room and nods for us to enter the room. Oliver walks in first and I, right behind him. Two chairs were placed for us, we each took a seat.