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    [Moon_Arc-03] RA-02 The Stainless Steele Wererat

    Rats Alley

    This is the adventure of Mark Steele and his story of discovery in Rats Alley.

    [Moon_Arc-03] RA-02 The Stainless Steele Wererat.
    By Darrel Vanwinkle (Lord Pouchlaw)

    Chapter One.

    The wolf judge pulled Mark to one side and spoke to him in private about the arrangement at this location and what he personally thought of being very close toward becoming a Were-Hellhound had Lavafang succeeded in doing what he thought no one would have noticed him attempting with the Recruitment Cologne.

    Mark remarked that he wasn't aware that the minty perfume was a recruitment cologne when he first smelled it and that it caused him to have an erection. "I still think he's a nice dog."

    While Mark was distracted, the agent took a hypodermic needle and coated the needle and tip in Rod's saliva before coaxing Rod to swallow a sleeping tablet which knocked the wererat out.

    It was probably a good thing that Mark was distracted by these fakes because there was a Hell of a battle going on in the Nexus town Meeting Hall between the weres and the were-Gargoyle Hounds whom had been disguised as Gaea's judges. Number Two, the Were-Archon then set off a Heaven flash grenade which permitted him to teleport out of the meeting Hall to the basement under Mark's new home where he heard more upstairs talking to Mark.

    "Since you are going to be palling around with the moon-touched, we need to give you an anti-toxin shot so you don't get infected by any of them by accident. The butt or the arm?"

    Before Mark could reply, Archon was upstairs in a teleport flash grabbing mark and Rod before teleporting out fast... reappearing in the fishing cavern which was too skinny for the fat-assed Were-Gargoyle Hounds to get down into. Archon had aimed for the dock at the end of the cavern near the water. The Were-Otter and a Were-Fox whom worked the fishing and salvaging trade were surprised when the Council member, the human, and the unconscious wererat teleported in.

    The Were-Fox asked, "What's going on, Archon?"

    Were-Archon said, "I just saved Mark from getting a deliberate infection by those evil Were-Gargoyle elites whom run the Thrall Black Market. The other half of their number are attacking the town meeting. I am glad you both stayed down here to do your assigned job. I can trust Mark with you guys. I don't know what they did to Rod. I'm heading back to the fight now. The Elites are too fat to fit down here." And he teleported away again.

    The Were-Fox examined Rod and said, "Looks like a typical sleeping tablet. But I know what will interrupt that." He then opened a medical kit and brought out smelling salts and opened one under the Wererat's nose which made him jump awake and back up against the cave wall. "Why are we in the fishing cavern?" The Were-Fox said, "Archon brought you and Mark in here."

    Mark said, "The Elites from the Thrall Black Market gave you a sleeping tablet and then they were trying to do something sneaky with me until Archon teleported in and grabbed us both before bringing us down here. He said the Elites had attacked the town meeting. And I think I stupidly showed them how to get in when they were in their disguises as the Judges of Gaea."

    Rod said, "No one is blaming you, Mark. You couldn't have known that the original Judges were killed back in the 1800s by human Norms. They caught me in town; my dad was helping them."

    The Were-Otter gave Rod and Mark energy drinks from unopened cans. "Always keep a cooler of these things down here at the docks. My cousins in Hawaii made friends with a human boy recently and they tell me he is a lot of fun around the surf shop." shameless plug to [Moon_Arc-02] Wotter Boards.

    Mark said, "See? Good Norms can get along with the Moon-Touched given a chance. That boy must have pleased your cousins something fierce if he is still human and working with them. I've always wanted to visit Hawaii but the Health shots and the cost always made me re-think the plan."

    Back at Mark's house, the fake agent planted the hypodermic needle within the cushions of the couch facing the TV. "Stupid Archon should have attacked us. Now the moment Mark comes in and sits on his couch to watch TV, he will get the injection in his backside and after a night of wererat frenzy, he will do anything to get help. Then we will have him. Believe me when I say that this will work. Everyone human eventually sits on their couch to watch TV."

    The fake judge said, "I hope you are right, Mimic. We have wasted enough time with this kid. Let's get out of here." And the two left the house to lay in wait near Shelby when the boy would need their help later. "What a perfect trap for a clueless naive human. Since he wants to associate with the moon-touched, he can join them. And his first night-time outing will be one he will never forget."

    Despite the trap being perfect, Mark never sat on the couch when he went home. He simply went straight to bed to sleep off the night's fantastic events.

    The next morning, Mark was awakened by his cellphone ringing. He sat up and he answered the phone. "Mark Steele, Part-Time Urban Explorer! Whom is this please?"

    "Yo Mark, This is ScoobyHouseHunter19! Your parents told me that you finally moved out. My buddy BikerMouse23 and I want to bring you some housewarming gifts except we don't know where you live. Give us the address so we can bring you some gifts."

    Mark replied, "I live on a private drive just West of Shelby. just off of the main highway, look for a street called Full Moon Bluff, at the end of the street, you will see a sign that says the road is a private drive. My house is at the end of that. It is Forest Ranger brown and gold with a green trim. Don't bother to google my house because you won't find it that way. I like my privacy. I also don't want the entire Urban Explorer league to show up at my house, guys. Just you two. Wait until you see my new video editing den."

    He then added, "Later. I need my morning shower so I don't smell like a rat when you guys arrive."

    Hanging up his cellphone, Mark headed into his bathroom where he got his morning routine started. Soon, he finished up in the bathroom as he returned to his bedroom and got into his casual clothes and hiking sneakers. Then he grabbed his cellphone as he went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Grabbing the remote, he turned on some morning cartoons.

    End of Chapter One.

    Chapter Two.

    Out front of Mark's private house, a panel van in the Scooby-Doo colors and a motorcycle with luggage compartment arrived. A young man of nineteen with blond hair and blue eyes with a somewhat muscular build got out of the van as the older young man of twenty-three on the motorcycle dismounted and removed his helmet to also reveal that he had sandy blond hair but with green eyes. The Freddy Rogers look-a-like and the humanized version of Throttle unpacked their housewarming gifts and walked up on the front porch of the woodland home and the first young man knocked on the door. Mark came over and opened the door with a smile. "Welcome to the Silver Lake logging community, guys. Come on in, the last of the Scooby-Doo rerun is about to end and the Biker Mice cartoon, first season rerun is coming up next. Man, you guys look just like the characters from the TV shows. I'll bet the authorities do a double take when they get a first look at you guys."

    ScoobyHouseHunter19 grinned. "They usually ask me where Daphne is. They never ask about Velma nor Shaggy."

    BikerMouse23 said, "They are always asking me where Charley is since I escaped from her."

    ScoobyHouseHunter19 then said, "Since you only knew us by our online names, a promise is a promise. I'm Joseph Hannah and he's Tony Unger. We are distantly related to the people whom made the original cartoons. When I was growing up, I wanted a Great Dane."

    Tony snickered. "But he had to settle for a Whimper like Basset Hound; Clue Club reference. I always thought it was strange that Scooby-Doo and the gang never encountered the Clue Club gang since the same company made the shows. But you would see I Dream of Jeannie and Speed Buggy teaming up with the Mystery Inc group often."

    Joseph playfully hit Tony's shoulder. "Hush you or I'll tell him about your version of Carbine and how much she acts just like her."

    Tony handed over the care package to Mark. "Filming equipment that you always said you wanted. As for my Carbine, she's off at college right now; in the meantime, she is letting me get in all the Urban Exploration I want. Sometimes we get permission like you do, Mark. You're an inspiration to Urban Explorers everywhere. At the last Convention, your name came up nearly a dozen times." And then he walked over and plopped his ass down into the couch to watch the Biker Mice from Mars. No sooner had he landed on the seat cushions, Tony nearly hit the ceiling as he landed on all fours on the floor. "SHIT! Felt like I sat on a razor blade! Is my ass bleeding?"

    Joseph looked and went back over to stand with Mark. "No, but you'll do anything to get a guy to look at your ass. Come on and show me the film editing den, Mark. Tony wants to watch his hero on TV."

    Mark escorted Joseph over to the back hallway. "Tony, you'll find some root beer and hot dogs and buns in my kitchen. If you want chili, you'll have to make it yourself. I don't eat chili for breakfast." And then he took Joseph into the back and they entered the den.

    "DAMNED, MARK!" Joseph exclaimed. "You're going to make Hollywood jealous if they see your den! I wish I had a set up like this!" And then he saw (laying on a thick rug nearby) what had to be the largest hound he had ever seen in black, roan and orange. Lavafang had his eyes closed as he played possum in the den. He wanted to see the Urban Explorer friends that Mark had said were not kooks. "You got yourself a Baskerville hound and didn't tell us? You know how badly I wanted Scooby-Doo and you fail to mention your dog to me! What's his name? Does he go on explorations with you? May I pet on him?"

    Mark grinned. "I didn't name him, Joseph. His former owner, a man called Amigo, is letting him keep me company while he is off on a business trip in Europe. The dog's name is Lava, like the hand soap. I haven't been lonely with him around. Sometimes, I like to imagine that he can talk to me like Scooby-Doo can. But you know me, Joseph. I've never had the gumption to desire having a pet. It wouldn't be fair to the animal kingdom if I messed up taking care of them while they were puppies. You can pet him, but try not to get him horny."

    Mark added as he was heading out of the room, "There are two other dogs around here I should mention. Archon and One. I don't know where they are at the moment. If One has another name, I was never told what it was. I'm heading back to the kitchen." And he left.

    Joseph knelt down and began scratching along Lavafang's body and thick fur coat. "Such a good dog... um... you're not a dog are you? Now that I have a closer look at you... you seem to be some sort of off-shoot of the Pizza Hounds except you don't smell like pizza."

    And before he knew what was happening, Lavafang in a fast fluid movement had Joseph pinned to the floor with one paw over his mouth as the Hellhound was sitting directly on top of the young man's mid-section. "Next time Mark tells you knot to get a canine horny, you should heed those words. Yes, I am a Hellhound. Mark befriended a few of us whom are not associated with Ardens. We are primarily the special police for keeping an eye on both special folk and humans whom are too nosy for their own good, like the other kook Urban Explorers whom walk into dangerous places where recruiters make their lairs. That one incident a few weeks ago where all of the explorers' clothes and vehicles were found as if they had stripped naked and left those things there was one of the illegal recruitment traps."

    Joseph reached up and barely moved the paw from over his mouth and nose. "Couldn't breathe... Man, you are like Scooby-Doo, only braver. And unlike how artists make your people seem to appear, you are damned good looking. I'm getting a hard on just looking at you. I promise I won't say a word about your police friends. I doubt anyone would believe me. Are you upset that I wanted to pet and rub on you? Mark is so lucky to be involved with a great hound like you. If I had a talking canine traveling around with me, then I wouldn't have to associate with the kooks at the conventions once in a while. Tony and I really like Mark. We think he is reinventing Urban Exploration activity; with legality."

    Lavafang perked his ears. "I hear Mark coming back rather fast. I wonder what your friend Tony did?"

    Mark opened the door to the den and said, "Joseph! Tony is gone! The front door was standing wide open and while his motorcycle is still parked outside, all of his clothes are laying on the living room floor directly in front of the couch and the TV was still on!"

    Lavafang got off of Joseph as he stood upright. "Playing possum is past. Time to go find your friend Tony. I would have thought him safe right here in your own home. I need to sniff around the couch to look for clues." And he loped out of the den.

    Mark looked embarrassed as he helped Joseph up off the floor. "I guess you know the big secret now. Welcome to the weird side; not coo-koo like the others. His full name is Lavafang. He is with the organization called High Command. They police special folk on Earth."

    Joseph didn't look upset. "He and I were getting along before you came back. He was turning me on, not the other way around. I am glad he revealed that he would talk. I gave my word to him that I wouldn't blab about his special police to outsiders."

    Returning to the living room, they found Lavafang and Archon with the cushions off the couch and Lavafang was holding up what looked to be a hypodermic needle that was empty. Mark asked, "Where did you get that, Lavafang?"

    The Hellhound anthro replied, "It was positioned needle side up in between the seat cushions. The scenario is that Tony sat on the couch to watch TV and he got injected with whatever was inside this hypodermic needle. We think the fake judges planted this here when they invaded the property yesterday. The plan was likely to get you transformed into a Wererat like your new friends and then once you were scared and under their control, you would beg them to provide the cure to the transformation; then they would finish the process by changing you all the way into a Thrall. But when you never sat on the couch after the encounter and your friend Tony did... he got the Wererat injection along with the desire to go find a sewer to explore. Number One is off checking the Shelby sewer network."

    Joseph looked at the sexy Archon before saying, "Knowing Tony and his love for the Biker Mice from Mars, he won't freak out when he discovers that he is now a rodent himself with a long rat or mouse's tail. He's always wanted to be like Throttle Van Wham."

    End of Chapter Two.


      Chapter Three.

      Joseph then continued... "And the bad guys will have a long wait for him to seek them out for a cure if he starts thinking like the Martian Mouse brothers from the cartoon." He then smiled at Archon. "Like your associate, Lavafang, you are god damned sexy in every way. You and Lavafang must pride yourselves on keeping your fur clean like that. As Mark already knows, I am Joseph Hannah otherwise known on the Internet as ScoobyHouseHunter19."

      Archon grinned. "Mark has a good friend since he likes canines so much and is not spooked by talking canines. I am Archon, an Archon Were-Hound of Arvandor. Lavafang is a Were-Hellhound of Amigo Pack originally from Hell Realm Eighty-Six. Number One is a magical Werewolf from Elysium whom had a falling out with a former brother turned rival over recruiting laws. Number One chose to come to Earth to fight against unlawful recruiters; although his crude attitude toward some people have not made him very popular among those whom have joined High Command to help us to police the others. Lava and I are the best ones to make a report to. Otherwise, you get the scowl from Number One. He doesn't like nosy humans."

      Number One came in the door with a squirming gunny sack and then he closed the door and locked it before he dumped the sack's contents on the carpeted floor. There lay BikerMouse23 looking more like a naked skinny scrawny rat man than like his hero Throttle. "I found him trying to break into a public gym in order to buff up his skinny scrawny body. Why is ScoobyHouseHunter19 standing with you guys? You told him, didn't you?" He looked upset anyway. Until Mark went over and got a cleaning cloth and some cleansing detergent and began to clean Number One's feet. "Thanks Mark... traipsing around the Shelby sewers was not fun. Only to find this puke trying to break into a public gym when it was closed. How are we going to restore him to normal? Had we done this, he would have been a Were-Mouse and not a Wererat. Sad part of Were-Mice is that they shrink when they initially transform, not get big and buffy. Then the fear factor sets in and they are running scared unless helped by a professional Were-Mouse. Any clues found here in the Couch? Knowing what they had in the needle would help us in making the cure so he could be his good looking human form once again."

      The basement door then opened and a Were-Kangaroo Boomer with a medical bag came hopping up out of the space below. "Oye! Ah got Archon's mental message about an emergency patient. As long as the fluids in the needle were not magical, then Ah'm yer roo."

      Lavafang handed the empty hypodermic needle to the Were-Kangaroo. "We're sorry for making you come to the Central portion of the states, Reed, but this Urban Explorer wasn't even doing the current occupation they so love doing."

      Reed unpacked his medical bag and then he carefully opened the hypo chamber and swabbed it with a sterile cotton swab before beginning the testing on the fluids. Mark finished up with Number One's feet and then he went over and watched the Were-Kangaroo. "Mark Steele, Part-Time Urban Explorer whom does everything legally. You're Reed Huxley from California; I met Kwysaugi Ryu one time at one of his rebuild sites and he mentioned how busy you were and how you hated the others back home for causing magical infections so damned often. He also mentioned that the artificer needs to slam more needles in their backsides."

      Reed giggled as he worked, "Good old Kwysaugi. And yes, Auranea Martelle Devlin does need to make their rumps 'urt for recruiting so often. Normally, the CIA guards me at my apothecary business; but even they need to take a break now and then. Sexy studs that they are. They make me want to mount and breed with them because they are so good looking. But Ah refrain since Ah don't want to be in the same club as those back in Australia. Jansen Tanner is the one whom treats me the best when the bloke is visiting with me. 'e is a secret agent with PATHS; they are on good terms with 'igh Command."

      Number One chuckled. "Oh yes, Jansen uses his last name as the no-fail last ditch threat which makes the bad guys go scared and reveal all. He wants you to fess up or he does things... need he say it... the Tanner way."

      Mark asked, "Isn't he a Norm?"

      Number One shook his head still giggling. "Jansen cannot be called a normal Norm since he has befriended planar special folk more often than you have befriended the few you do know about. Jansen has befriended the two god wolves of Odin as well as spent time with Amon Anubis, Lord Diablo Kisume and even a few of those sickeningly clean Angel Hounds. He is a permanent ally of the Golden Gate Werewolf Clan; he hunted down the killer to one of their brothers. Even the Olympian Hounds and Arden's Pizza Hounds all love this man. His sisters are into horses but he is the canine magnet. Although he does have a Valhallan winged stallion in his possession gifted to him by Odin himself for stealing Lord Surtur's crown right off of the fire giant's head and delivering it to the one-eyed god himself."

      Reed smirked. "All well and good, although Ah am done analyzing this Wererat fluid from the 'ypo. It is simply a young non-magical Wererat's venom likely stolen from the subject while the bloke was unconscious. Ah am beginning the mix to make the cure since it is not impossible at this current time." He then focused on Tony. "Ah don't know if yas can understand me, mate, but the next time yas want to be a buff stud mouse like those in the cartoon, consult us experts first so things like this don't keep 'appening to yas. Cypher from Greenwich Village is a Wererat Wizard whom wears 'is own take on the Biker Mice theme. That bloke makes it look awesome. And the bloke isn't even buff; but 'e is still sexy."

      Tony was sitting on the floor holding his legs and knees to his chest trembling. "Just make this weirdness end. If I can't be like the Van Wham brothers, then I don't want to be like this."

      Joseph was rubbing on Archon and Lavafang's backs with his hands. "Boy, you just proved me wrong, Tony! I predicted that you would like being a rodent like the Biker Mice and try to enjoy it; but instead, you want to give it up fast. I guess I don't really know you."

      Archon remarked, "There are some Wererats whom are very buff and strong and they make it work. But they didn't start that way. They grew up scrawny and skinny. Earthian Were-Mice never exceed Hobbit sizes, meaning three to four feet tall at the tallest."

      Tony asked, "So you are saying that if I wanted to be a Biker Were-Mouse, I would be stuck at hobbit size but in order to be like Throttle, I would have to go with what I currently ended up as and just work my body to be buff like my heroes from the TV show?"

      Archon said, "Not all Wererats are hideous in appearance; Cypher is one of the more handsome ones out there whom rides a motorcycle with his Were-Jackal friend, whom is called the Ugly Coyote, by his own admission. Would you like to meet and speak with Cypher?"

      Tony sighed. "If you think he can cheer me up, then sure. I'd like to meet him."

      Archon said, "He wouldn't ignore our request. In addition to repairing things and learning magic, the Biker Mice is one of his favorite TV shows." He closed his eyes and sent out the summons to the Greenwich Wererat of New York City.

      A few moments later, both Cypher (Gene Von Hammerstein) and Anthony "Tony" Fury had appeared from a magical portal in the living room. The Ugly Coyote was far from being ugly. He had the looks of an Anubian Jackal in Bostonian clothing. The Greenwich Wererat Wizard wore his typical mage clothes, although both had their motorcycle jackets on and motorcycle helmets in one hand. Cypher smiled showing he had clean and well polished dental work. "Hey Archon! Whatcha need fixed?" The Were-Jackal looked at the other two boys and said, "Hey! I know some of these guys from their YouTube videos online! Joseph Hannah and Mark Steele, right? Urban Explorers who've managed to stay out of unusual traps and government jails!"

      Archon instructed Cypher in the situation with the Biker Mouse fan who got changed into a Wererat through trickery (The damned Thrall Black Market was recruiting again!) "The new Wererat was the Urban Explorer called BikerMouse23. The cartoon character known as Throttle is his favorite; when he became this rodent guy, he got it in his head that he could become like his hero by breaking into a public gym in the closest town and using their equipment. They weren't open yet. We tried to explain to him that Were-Mice were hobbit sized and we thought that since you are born as the Wererat species, you could talk Tony Unger through his situation. Reed is waiting to see if Tony wants to keep the Wererat or not."

      Number One said to Tony Fury, "I heard that Talon is being a proverbial pain in the ass again. Do you want to raise an official complaint against the stupid putz? You know he isn't the official East Coast Sept Leader, don't you? The real guy is a Were-Pigeon Mobster."

      End of Chapter Three.