The Flames Book 1: Too Good To Be True WIP

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Prologue: The snow glittered on the fairly small car. The car was pretty old, it was a 1965 Ford Fairlane. It's color was a shade of silvery-blue. It's interior was black leather. 3 cats stood around it. One cat had a fiery-blue hair and sparkling amber eyes. His pelt was an ash-grey color. He looked pretty young, compared to the others. Possibly his 32th moon? He wore a tuxedo, all of them did in fact. The next cat had silvery-purple hair and his eyes were a bit of an ice blue. His pelt was a dark blue-gray color along with white splotches. He looked to be on his 48th moon. The last one was the biggest one. He looked threatening. He had black hair with a light-grey streak. His eyes were a turquoise color. His pelt was a shade of dark grey. He was most likely the oldest. "Sir, how are we gonna do this? Ya know, without bein' caught?" said the one with blue hair. "I'll simply find an FBI agent and become their partner, and then we can do our work and no one would suspect it was me," said the grey one. He had a smug smirk on his face. "But, what if they find out it's you doing it, sir?" said the blue haired one. "They can't! Ha! Have you seen their terrible systems? It's horrible! Myers go fetch my keys," said the grey cat. Nodding towards the blue-haired one. "Mercury! Get in the car, we're gonna find me a partner,". "Sir, we have told you to call us by our first names, remember? I'm Raphael and that's Charlie," said the one with silvery-purple hair. "Oh yeah and I guess in case you two didn't know my name's not sir, it's Lukas," said the big one as he rolled his eyes. The two other cats looked at each other and rolled their eyes at their boss. "Like I said, get my keys and get in," Lukas said rolling his eyes as he opened the car door. Chapter 1: 'How long will this take?' I thought. I shook the thought off. I was an immigrant, coming to Vollin City, a 'free' city. I doubted you were free here. Everywhere someone goes, there's rules. Lots of them. Whether in Caniot City or in Badpolger Town, there's Presidents or Mayors, or Kings or Queens. It's honestly helpful but annoying. I hate being controlled. When I was younger, my mum would tease me about worrying about it. I couldn't help it. I have anxiety, which makes me fell jumpy and I often have panic attacks. At any time I feel like I could be taken away by the police at any moment-- oh jeez. Someone's talking to me. "Hello? Mister Finlay? Are you alright, sir? Sir?" the receptionist lady said to me. I shook my head to snap out of my daze. I nodded at her and reached for my confirmation papers. There was a green stamp in the corner of the paper. It said confirmed..... I was gonna be an FBI Agent! Yes! They confirmed it! Now all I needed was to find a partner, lovely. I walked out of that-- crowded building. I had to try hard not to have a panic attack. I sighed as I got outside. I looked up to the sky. It was a sunny da-- WHERE'S MY CAR?! My car, I swear I parked it here! I blinked and rubbed my eyes, my breath was giving in. I was gonna have a panic attack. My breaths were shortening, when they got as short as they would go, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I fell backwards. Chapter 2: Something was different about today.