Day 2: Hold my dignity, I've sketchy shit to do.

Lyon stared at the hypodermic offered to him, the dark green liquid inside glistening malevolently. The comm chip in his skull started buzzing.

"Lyon, don't."Molly's concerned voice echoed in his mind, "That stuff is illegal, undiluted. If you take that much at once, the metamorphosis might be catastrophic. You might end up feral, more beast than man."

"I've gotta, Molly. We've been hunting this cartel for years." He thought back, "I may never get a second chance to infiltrate them."

"What animal?" He asked out loud.

The hawk-man clicked his beak impatiently. "Fox."

Lyon grinned, grabbing the needle. "Groovy."