The Phantom Researcher

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 2 MORE WEEKS?" A deep, intimidating, gravelly voice boweled. His brow furrowed over his bright yellow eyes, burning into the other male's as if he could destroy them with his own mind.

Greely, the wolf alpha of Jamaa, (he particularly liked the title.) had been waiting for what felt like forever for his spare parts to arrive. He was currently making something to dispense phantom goop. It's now known as his Phantom Cloaking Device.

He banged his paw on the table in front of him and Graham, the monkey alpha. He bared his teeth in annoyance.
"I swear it has been two. MONTHS! How long do I have to keep waiting??"

"Well." Graham said calmly, lowering his eyes to the table, where a blueprint laid, slightly crumpled up. He folded his hands together on top of them. "If I knew what shenanigans you were UP to, I might be a bit faster at making the parts."

Greely scoffed. "That is completely confidential. If I told you, you would be dead in an instant. You are too curious. You and.... The others."

The blue wolf closed his eyes and stood up. "Well. I might as well leave it to you, since I can't do anything up until then." He stared before walking out of the small workshop.

After he had left, Graham sighed and wrote a letter. It read:

"Dearest alphas,

We are in need of someone. Greely has been up to no good. I can sense it. Since he would always expect us, who knows what he would do if he found another alpha in his base. We need a fresh mind. We need.. A jammer."

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