Roof to Roof, a Disguise, and a Whole Lot of Chutzpah...

You wrack your brains trying to think of how to pull off this little jaunt outside without alerting the press but finally realize that you have a few resources you haven't called on yet. You, having been raised with a lot less than most children due to racial discrimination against your parents, have always been reminded by your mother of the maxim 'Waste not, want not.', and there is an entire room in your apartment which is full of stuff you are sure you will 'find another use for'.

An hour long search of the room furnishes you with a disguise, though you are not quite sure if you will end up regretting some of the elements of it, most especially the Guy Fawkes mask that will hide your face. The wearing of Guy Fawkes masks has become a politically charged statement in America over the past 10 years, a declaration that you feel the universal registration of meta-humans flies in the face of the country's policy that people have a 'Right to Privacy', and that you suspect that one day those files will be used in a pogrom against 'gifted' individuals. Unfortunately for you, you don't have any other face coverings that will adequately conceal your identity, so political statement or not, you will use that mask.

The rest of the costume is more banal, though not entirely devoid of meaning, a 'London Fog' trench coat in black, Thigh-high Boots in brown leather from your brief flirtation with horse riding stuffed with extra socks to hide your feet, A worn orange scarf over your neck, a blond wig that you pin onto your own hair tied up in a bun, from your collegiate affair with the theater concealing your hair color and ears, and the red and black hose you wore playing the Wicked Witch of the East during that same period's production of 'The Wizard of Oz' into which you uncomfortably curl your tail. Disguise thus complete you slip out of your apartment and stride up to the rooftop garden, where, with a running start, you make your way across the tops of buildings and over to an entrance to the subway, thus loosing the helicopter that has been following you.

Inside the subway you purchase a day pass for 5.00$ and board a train, everyone sitting well away from you since the kind of people who wear Guy Fawkes masks outside of Halloween are also sometimes the kinds that get violent if you disturb them. This suits you just fine, and you change lines twice before coming out in an industrial district a few minutes hard run from the shelter. You jump into the walled off parking lot of a factory and shedd your disguise in some bushes along the edge. Back in your leopard print bathing suit you run across the full lot, careful not to land on any cars and scratch them as you leap and sprint, then get back onto the streets and head for the shelter.

"H-Hello?" The greeter at the ASPCA shelter asks as you stalk inside with your small leather purse that you had stowed in the pockets of the trench coat. It's clear they have never seen a living humanoid panther before by the way they stare at you.

"Hi, I am 'Omaha', I talked with one of your representatives on the phone about adopting a dog?" You say trying to put them on more familiar footing.

It works beautifully. "Oh, really, what KIND of dog were you looking to adopt? We have many great dogs of all ages and breeds, in fact we have some very ugly puppies which-" You decide to not let him ramble.

"ACTUALLY I am looking for something fairly specific, a larger breed, younger though not necessarily a puppy, which will be easy to train, your Representative on the phone said you had several like that?" You query.

"AH, yes, we do, but let me ask first, what are you planing to train the dog FOR?" He asks gesturing for you to follow him in.

"I hope you don't mind when I say this, but, police work: I'm going to make him a K-9 Officer."

"OH, um, are you SURE you want a 'him'?" The boy in the bright blue ASPCA t-shirt asks.

"Not necessarily, why?" You ask, more than a bit confused at such a specific question.

"I think I may have JUST the dog for you." He says and turns sharply right into a darkened hallway.