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The Cat Business Office, Friday

"Oi, Baron!"

"Yes, Muta?"

"It's snowing."

"I'm aware of that, Muta."

Muta turned away from the window, revealing a total wall of white. "Did you know that we were just snowed in?"

The Baron sprang up from his desk and paced to the window. Indeed, it appeared that they had been snowed in. He jumped onto the balcony to see if the outside world was still accesible from the window, but when he opened it, a solid wall of white. The snow couldn't be that deep, but it must have drifted, piling up against the small building. The Baron jumped back down.

"Hmm. This may prove troublesome."

[[Any kind soul want to dig us out?]]

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While she had been in her shop, Commander Appo had been giving her small reports. Snow was piling up and he had been worried about one of the shops where the entrance was completely covered now.

Tex really wasn't sure if this was part of the mayor's job but leaving the people like this seemed to be bad publicity. Maybe she'd get a reward.

"Anyone in there?" Tex shouted.

"Yes! Hello!" the Baron called back, ceasing his fruitless attempts to push the door open. Muat had given up on the whole adventure and was currently doing what he always did in a crisis - eat.

"Looks like you need a hand," Tex replied. "We'll dig you out in no time." Having clone troopers at your disposal really was a nice thing. A few orders and all she had to do was watch even if the snow just kept falling.

The Baron was about to shout a reminder to be careful of the trim, but if they got him out he could always repair it. Got them out. Them. Not that Muta was being very supportive of the whole endevour.

"Oi! It's the loud ones!" he said as he heaved himself to the window to watch the big unveil. "Stomping all around in their big boots, upsetting a cat's calm."

"Muta, the concept of calm is one completely alien to you."

Sadly enough trims and troopers didn't get along too well and there might be some damage to repair. At least they managed to dig a way through the snow to the door and it was good that some of them had colour on their armour or they might not even be visible against the snow.

"It's clear now," Tex called out as she moved to the door. Well, it was clear for a moment, already a new layer of snow was forming on the just cleared path.

The Baron tried the door and stepped out into the snow, looking up at the clone troopers and Tex and purposefully avoiding looking at his officefront. "My thanks," he said with a small bow. A few snowflakes land on him and his ears go almost straight back as he swishes his tail. "I do not believe I have had the pleasure. I am Baron Humbert von Gikkingen."

[[No worries!]]

Tex raised an eyebrow, not that the Baron would see it behind her visor.

"Tex," she replied, definitely not used to people bowing. Especially not cat like people, but after Red she wasn't as surprised as she could have been.

"Ah," the Baron said, nodding. "The same Tex running for mayor, yes?"

Muta finally deigned to appear. He filled the doorway behind the Baron, but didn't step out. No shoes, you see. He glared equally at the snow, the troopers, and Tex. "Baron, they've ruined the shop. Clumsy humans."

"Yeah, that would be me." She looked down at Muta and then at the shop. "Hey, at least I got you out."

Muta just gave her a flat look and turned back into the shop, muttering something about scones.

"Please forgive my friend," the Baron apologised politely. "He really is . . . well, he isn't as bad as he makes himself out to be. I called him in when things in town seemed to be getting out of hand." He nodded at the clonetroopers. "Since it seems that order has been restored, I will send him home as soon as I can detach him from my larder."

Tex tilted her head and watched after Muta. "He's a freelancer?

"In a manner of speaking," the Baron replied. "Usually he's nothing more than a freeloader. He's also one of the most feared criminals in Kingdom of Cats."

Tex smirked. "Well if he was useful and kept your shop unharmed, that's what counts. Otherwise you should demand your money back."

"I'm paying him in food, it appears." The Baron shook his head. "I'm only calling in an old favour. A few of them."

"You're talking about me!" Muta called from inside the Baron's pantry. "And you're out of custard!"

"I hope it was worth it," Tex snorted as she heard Muta call. She kinda liked his style.

"I'm beginning to wonder," the Baron replied wryly. "My thanks for your assisstance, madam, but I feel I am not built for the cold." His wee little feline feet were already covered in snow. "I'll use Muta to prop open the door so it doesn't happened again." His eyes twinkled cheerfully. "I've laced the scones with sleeping potions. I might finally get some peace."

Tex chuckled, although she was kinda sad there wasn't a reward. "Sounds like a plan," she replied and with a nod moved off.

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