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FT - EpilogueEPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER
Outside Leadville, Colorado

Little flurries of snow swirled past the kitchen window. It was a cold Colorado morning, the Rocky Mountains refusing to surrender their white caps to the green of spring just yet. The sky was cloudy with patches of pale blue peeking through. The warm interior space with its adjoining dining area was sized just right for a cozy atmosphere. The aroma of sizzling bacon wafted through the room as I sat on an oak dining chair at the table. On the counter, a small TV broadcast the morning's news.
A blonde woman dressed in a conservative blue pant suit read the top story. "Today marked a FT - Epilogue

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FT Ch. 42 - AfterPART XLII
After

March 10, 2006

I opened my eyes. The room around me was a sterile white, lit by dully efficient fluorescent tubes in the ceiling. My body was resting on a bed lined with lightweight blankets. I felt scratchy all over, mostly due to a thin white hospital gown that served as my clothing. What the-? That meant someone else had dressed me. And my fur was clean. That meant someone had undressed me to wash my body. I felt violated.
My ears, normally so keen, had been off-duty. I now noted the whirring, buzzing or beeping sounds of machinery. A monitor to my left displayed my real-time vital statistics, pulse, blood pressureFT Ch. 42 - After

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FT Ch. 41 - Political Animals

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FT Ch. 40 - D-Day

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FT Ch. 39 - Stop and Go

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FT Ch. 38 - Jersey UnsurePART XXXVIII
Jersey Unsure

March 4, 2006

Crossing the state line helped calm my nerves, but it didn't completely alleviate my stress. I still found myself checking my mirrors obsessively and watching for police cars as I drove down the highway away from Pennsylvania. Why did all the states and departments have to have so many different police liveries? Unmarked cruisers and the new "slicktop" patrol cars without roof lights only made my travels more difficult. And to top it all off, my fuel range was only about 150 miles with the twenty bucks' worth I put in it back in Pennsylvania. There was no telling whether I would run out of gas beforFT Ch. 38 - Jersey Unsure

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FT Ch. 37 - City of Brotherly Love

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FT Ch 36 - Cold Start

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FT Ch 35 - Patience Is A Virtue

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Terror From AbovePART XXXIV
Terror From Above

Highway 76, somewhere in Pennsylvania
February 12, 2006

It was hot. So very hot. I could barely see straight from the blistering heat waves that threatened to burn the fur off my skin. The small car in front of me was engulfed in flames, paint and plastic crackling and melting as they were consumed by the inferno. I heard a scream from inside the passenger cabin that made my blood run cold. The driver struggled to get out but was stuck in her seat; the seatbelt jammed in place. It was deja vu. I forced the door open and ripped the seatbelt apart but everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I felTerror From Above

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Head Out On the HighwayPART XXXIII
Head Out On the Highway

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
February 11, 2006

I awoke to a strange rattling sound. It was still early in the morning and I didn't feel like getting up yet, so I put a pillow over my head and tried to go back to sleep. No dice. I got up and listened, then deduced that something had come loose in the air conditioner unit overnight and was bouncing around. The noise stopped after I kicked the machine, so I went back to bed for another hour or so.
When I decided to start my day, I went to the bathroom and then put on my shirt. While examining myself in the bathroom mirror, I noticed just how filthy my Head Out On the Highway

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A Pretty Good Day

PART XXXII
A Pretty Good Day

Johnstown, Ohio
February 10, 2006

The next morning dawned much like the previous day: cold and gray. I had slept in the car overnight and was very uncomfortable from the stiff driver's seat. Undoubtedly the police were looking for the purple Neon, so I would have to get rid of it as soon as possible. I felt a rumbling deep in my gut that told me it was time to eat something. I hadn't had anything to eat since Charlotte bought me dinner at the Dairy Queen in Westerville.
But what to eat? I didn't have anything with me, and there wasn't any food stashed in the car's glove box or in the center console. A Pretty Good Day

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Things Heat Up

PART XXXI
Things Heat Up

Delaware, Ohio
February 9, 2006

I was getting worried. Where was that idiot Tarpon? I was sure he'd show. Usually when I had a hunch I was right. But maybe this time I was wrong. Still, it would be best to keep my guard up at all times. I couldn't risk getting Charlotte Beauregarde hurt.
I peeked through the floral-print curtains on the kitchen window. All I saw were my black pickup and Charlotte's gray Pontiac parked out by the shed in the side yard – that, and lots of snow. A set of tracks led from my truck to the house. Those were obviously mine; they were unmistakably paw prints. I squinted againsThings Heat Up

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Buckeye State Blues

PART XXX
Buckeye State Blues

Under a bridge, somewhere south of the Michigan-Ohio state line
February 9, 2006

The morning dawned crisp, clear, and very cold. My truck's thermometer indicated the outside temperature as 30 degrees. The temperature inside the truck cab was a frigid 55 degrees. I started the engine and turned the heater up to thaw myself out. Once the cab was a more comfortable temperature, I was able to bring myself to look at the scene of beauty before me. All around was a winter wonderland of snow. The creek babbled with water flowing around built-up chunks of ice. Several small woodland animals scurried across theBuckeye State Blues

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PART XXVIII
Seeing Rouge

Dearborn, Michigan
February 8, 2006

The Ford truck plant bustled with activity. I stared in wonder at the mind-blowing size and complexity of the operation for a brief moment, then heard the footsteps of my pursuers getting louder behind me. I had no time to stop and admire the place; but if I was going to lose Farley and the BioCon security staff in there I was going to have to form a plan, and fast.
None of the assembly workers had yet seen me enter, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before someone did. Would they think it was a prank and dismiss it, or would they call security? Again, there waSeeing Rouge

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Forest Friends and Foes

Part XXVII
Forest Friends and Foes

Location unknown
Date unknown

I opened my eyes slowly. All I saw above me was blue sky. I felt warm. I couldn't possibly still be sprawled on the snow-covered tarmac at Bonnyville Municipal Airport; the weather was too nice to be Canada in February. Or was it even still February? With the heat, it felt more like spring. After a while, my senses returned to me and I sat up. I scanned around my field of vision and found that I was perched on a large flat boulder surrounded by green grass. The meadow was ringed by a clump of evergreen trees. I guessed that the temperature was roughly 70 degrees, wForest Friends and Foes

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Part XXVI
Lost and Found

Bonnyville, Alberta, Canada
February 3, 2006

Andrew tracked down his boss and told him that he was going to take his lunch break. Then he got into his truck and headed for home. Diana and I followed in the brown LTD, which I had to hotwire again to start. After a short trip across town we reached his house. The front door was off of its hinges and the gate was swinging open, but I saw no one around.
Andrew pulled into the driveway and I parked on the street. I left the engine running in case we had to beat a hasty retreat. Diana and I got out of the car and we walked toward the house. I took the lead andLost and Found

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Driven to Succeed

Part XXV
Driven to Succeed

Bonnyville, Alberta, Canada
February 2, 2006

Andrew drove us to his home in Bonnyville and parked the Sonoma in the yard. After he let Diana and me into the house, he covered the truck with a tarp. Then he followed us inside.
I looked around; the house looked much like any other suburban house, but it was painted pale yellow in front and baby blue on the sides. The family's Christmas lights were still up. In Andrew's living room there was a fairly large TV with a PlayStation 2, surrounded by a small pile of empty soda cans and an open bag of chips. Diana walked over to the sofa and lay down on her backDriven to Succeed

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Oh, Canada

Part XXIV
Oh, Canada

Denver, Colorado
January 30, 2006

Diana and I spent the rest of the day at her parents' house. I helped load their luggage into the trunk of the green Lexus, then I realized something. If we were going to Canada via Bill's plane, there was no way to take my El Camino, too. I would have to find a safe place to store it until this whole mess was over. I looked up self-storage facilities in the phone book and prepared to rent a space to park my truck, when Bill saw what I was doing. He came over and said, "Hey, you can follow us to the airport in your truck. We keep the plane in a small hangar. When we take the pOh, Canada

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Meet the Parents

Part XXIII
Meet the Parents

En route to Denver, Colorado
January 29, 2006

Diana and I took a short nap in our motel room, then we packed up the truck and checked out. Diana told me that the desk clerk looked at her very strangely because it was after 10 o'clock at night, a time when people arrive, not leave. We left the Motel 6 and set out traveling east on the highway. We crossed over Hoover Dam half an hour later and found ourselves in Arizona. We drove through the desert, seeing very little other traffic other than 18-wheelers. I would have liked to stop and see the Grand Canyon, but it was too dark. We drove all night through nMeet the Parents

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God on My Side?

Part XXII
God on My Side?

Las Vegas, Nevada
January 28, 2006 -- 7:34 PM

The agents opened fire on me as I drove away in my stolen Corvette. I could hear the sound of bullets biting into the Corvette's fiberglass body and I had a bad feeling that the owner wasn't getting his car back -- in any way, shape, or form. The black Tahoe followed me down Las Vegas Blvd, two agents hanging out of the side windows. They were trying to aim their weapons at me, but I kept swerving in and out of dense evening traffic and it threw their aim off.
Coming up to a red light with the Tahoe right on my tail, I cut off a taxi and swerved toward the centeGod on My Side?

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I'm So Sorry

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~professionalamature Mar 17, 2013

Hey Jay. Previous to Episode 16, It seems that you hadn't had a numbering system worked out, and the "Part x" doesn't start until quite a bit later.. is there an easy way to read these in order? I found the first one and a second paragraph, but not sure where the next ones are.

*wannabemustangjockey Mar 17, 2013

Shazam. Enjoy!

~professionalamature Mar 20, 2013

Thanks!

~Blitz190 Dec 20, 2012

Can a character of mine appear in the story???

~Dogman15 Dec 26, 2012

Are you serious?

~Blitz190 Dec 26, 2012

Yes I was asking him

~Dogman15 Dec 26, 2012

The answer is 99% likely "No."

~Blitz190 Dec 26, 2012

*sigh* I don't need you to tell me he already told me so just leave me alone I don't want to fight

~Dogman15 Dec 26, 2012

I'm not trying to be mean. I'll leave you alone.

~Blitz190 Dec 26, 2012

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