Racing into the alley, Mason and his cronies found it devoid of life. "Find them! They couldn't have gone far," Mason ordered. While his henchmen began searching the alley, the ginger cat observed his surroundings.

The alley had trash bags and dumpsters left and right. There were little pieces of shredded paper that were sometimes caught in the wind. Outside the alley was a moving van parked by the sidewalk. Two men were busy unloading boxes from inside. Walking around, Mason stepped in something warm and sticky. Looking down to investigate, he smiled.

It was a small puddle of blood. And there was a trail of tiny drops of blood leading towards the street.

"Ozone, you're gonna have to do better than that," Mason murmured with a sinister chuckle. Licking his paw clean, he followed the trail. Peering around the corner, he saw that the moving van was slowly driving away. Since humans were usually forgetful, the door was still open to the back of the van.

And there were two animals trying to catch a ride. "Boys, get the hounds," Mason called, walking away from the scene...