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Furnado Animal Shelter, Wednesday

A well-dressed woman strode into the store early in the morning with nothing in her hands and apparently nothing to say. She simply bypassed the front desk, stood off to the side, and waited.

Shortly behind her, three burly men entered, carrying a hundred-gallon aquarium that was full up with water and just a few tiny, tiny goldfish. They hauled it onto an unoccupied countertop with great effort.

April eyed the woman. "You know there was an easier way to do that, right?"

The woman slapped a few bills down on the counter and left in a hurry.

April shrugged and handed the money over to the workers. It was a dick move to have even given it to her in the first place.

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Jack had been missing Fluffy lately. Like, a lot. She rued her decision to give the vorcha back to the shelter when she came to Fandom.

"Hey there," she said, raising her eyebrows in greeting. "You got anything kind of scary, maybe half-tame, but not so bad it's going to wreck my apartment? I need a new pet."

April straightened up in her seat, already interested. Usually people came in asking for cute little puppies. Which sucked, because this was a shelter for a reason -- not all the animals they got landed with were all shiny and new.

"Got some bigger dogs in the back," she said. "Some of them had behavioral issues in the past. That a problem?"

Jack's eyes got bright with interest. "Nah. Last pet I had was a nasty sucker. Long as it doesn't take chunks out of my throat while I'm asleep, I can handle whatever's going on."

April was surprised. "That's cool of you," she said. She pushed her chair back, away from her desk, and stood up, heading in the direction of the larger dog cages in the back and gesturing for Jack to follow her. "What kind was your last one?"

"Vorcha," Jack said, trailing along behind April. "Do you know them? They're these meat-eating lizard things. Hard to take at first, but really loyal when you get to know them."

"No, but they sound awesome," April said, turning to look at Jack. "Good for scaring annoying neighbors?"

In the meantime, they had arrived at the larger, scarier dog section. April waved a hand, letting Jack take her pick, but she did note, "Biters are over here. If you're really not scared, these guys would be your better bet, since we can only keep 'em for so long and no one's really lining up for them."

"The looks I got from my neighbors was the best part," Jack deadpanned, and drifted back toward the biters. She paused in front of one cage.

"Huh. What do you know about that one (http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/28091275/)?"

"I need to scare my neighbors more," April complained. "Got a pitbull, but he's so friendly that no one worries about him anymore."

It was truly sad.

Anyway, April liked Jack's taste, and her mouth quirked into a small smile as she crouched down to consult a clipboard over the dog's cage. "That's Natasha. You could change her name if you wanted to, obviously. Causasian sheepdog. She's about two or three, somewhere around eighty pounds. She's housebroken but not completely trained, and she'll give you some trouble, but nothing life-threatening. Probably."

That 'probably' was just April's way of being nice!

"Oooh, I love pit bulls," Jack said approvingly. "Where do you live? Maybe you just need to find a place with more paranoid neighbors."

She knelt by Natasha's cage, offering the dog her fingers. "Hey, girl. Hi, Natasha," she cooed. The dog warily stretched toward her hand, but didn't come too close.

"MCA, third floor," April said. "Pretty sure everyone in the whole freaking building has some kind of superpowers, so I guess it's not that surprising."

She eyed Natasha and Jack for a minute, then reached over for a brown paper bag full of dog treats off to the side. "Want to try giving her one of these?" she offered.

"Then we're neighbors," Jack said, sounding pleased. "Nice to find out there's somebody cool in the building, even if I'm not the small-talk-by-the-mailboxes type."

She reached for a treat, offered it to Natasha slowly. The dog inched closer -- it looked as though she wanted the treat, but didn't quite trust Jack to give it to her yet. Finally she moved just enough to grab it from between Jack's fingers before taking it back to a safe corner.

"Someone has not been nice to that dog."

"Yeah, no kidding." And here was the worst part of April's job. Her heart always hurt when she met animals like this.

She looked at Jack instead of Natasha. "She wouldn't be the only dog back here who's been abused. At least she weighs almost what she should for her breed and age, so it might not have been as bad as it could have been, but you're probably looking at some aggression and fear-biting before you can get her to trust you. And she still might not."

"No way to know unless I try, right?" Jack asked philosophically. "I like her. We'll work everything else out."

She glanced back at April. There were other dogs, but Natasha kind of had her heart already. "So, how do adoptions here work?"

April liked you, Jack. A lot, actually.

"It's pretty easy, actually," April said, heading back to the counter for the key to Natasha's cage and some paperwork. "You fill out a form really quick, you can pick out any of the extra stuff like dog food and leashes and stuff if you want any of that, but otherwise you're good to go. I have some pamphlets and stuff for you, too."

"Sounds great," Jack said, giving Natasha one last pat before once again following along. "And once she's settled in, maybe she could meet your pit bull."

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