Report of a... Tiger? in the marketplace... all units respond.
The young guard looked at his partner with a look of skepticism as the call came over their radio. "A Tiger?" He asked. "Don't they call the attractive older women Cougars." His partner let out a laugh as the two of them ran to the market- only being a few blocks away.
As they arrived, screams were heard and the sound of a low rumble pierced the air. There, in the middle of the street was a large orange tiger. "Fuuuuuck me." The guard, in shock stood there flat footed. The yellow eyes of the large cat locked onto him and he almost wet himself. Slowly he pulled out his gun, along with his partner. He heard his partner try to 'hey kitty, kitty' the wild animal but as they got closer the beast let out a loud roar and pounced. He ducked back, covering his face in anticipation to be eaten.
Oddly he didn't feel a tiger, instead a small orange tabby cat rebounded off his arm and head and up to the roof behind him. He turned, shaking. Looking at his partner who was just as shaken he called it in. "Umm... tiger is... gone? Pursuing an orange housecat. Possible unregistered." After all he had never heard of someone being able to turn into a tiger or housecat on the island.
The two of them took chase after the cat, but it was already gone. An hour later there was a report of a puma near the facility and an hour after that a lion at the lighthouse and then a lynx running through the diner.
March, 13th
Fitz had kept a few steps ahead of the guards, causing big displays, attracting attention and then going small and slipping through a place too small for them. Knowing the island as well as he did made it easy to sneak around and he made sure to change forms frequently, though the more he did cat an mouse routine, the more the guards just targeted any cat.
The small black cat quickly made it's way into the alley and behind the dumpster. It was a camera dead space and the animal changed into the man. He felt stiff and wanted to stretch so badly, but he couldn't risk being spotted from the street. Fitz reached behind the dumpster and pulled out the small brown bag that had been left for him and quickly ate up the contents. He wasn't sure who in the Faction had arranged the food drops, but he was grateful. He'd been avoiding the Theatre because he didn't want anyone noticing cats going in and out and finding his home... at least not until this was over- which he knew there was a very good chance he'd end this performance with a lifetime of solitude in that basement.
Over the previous few days he tried to time his public displays at the same time house raids were being done to look for the children, and always somewhere far from where the children were being held.
March 17th
He was running on fumes. Seeing as sleep caused him to change into a human, Fitz had been taking catnaps of 20 minutes at most in hiding spots over the week. He'd reach out occasionally for an update with the kids situation from Remy but he hadn't let up on his big cat outbreak. Thankfully the searches seemed to let up on the holiday. It seemed like the government was willing to let their agents enjoy the holiday of drinking and more drinking. The guard patrols were a bit lighter- possibly as a reaction to the last drinking holiday when the guards were out in force and then took advantage of that force. The diner and coffee shop had the most guards, which made sense as they were the place people did congregate even if not a lot of people were drinking.
Fitz was sneaking down a side street when he heard "Hey you!" from behind him. The small cat stopped and turned around, head cocked to the side curiously. It let out a small 'brrow?' as the singular guard approached him with a gun aimed at him. The guard looked a little fidgety, unsure of if he was really doing the right thing barking orders at a cat. For all he knew, it was just a cat. But with the reports of a rough shapeshifter... well it was a risk he was taking. "Umm..put your paws where I can see 'em." Fitz for his part just played up the innocent cat act until the guard got within two feet of him. At that point, the small innocent looking cat changed into a large tiger.
The beast rose on it's back legs, paws landing on the cop and the weight of the big cat made him fall to the ground. As the tiger let out a loud roar, the shot of a gun was heard echoing down the street.
March 18th The small cat dropped through the hole in the ceiling and into the cabin. As it hit the floor it fell over and the world went black.
Later, Fitz opened his eyes, his hand ran through his hair as he attempted to sit up. Pain seared through him. "Aahh!" He winced, grabbing as the left side of his abdomen. the layers of clothing were squishy with wet blood and that's when he realized there was a pool of it beneath him. He felt light headed and had to fight off the urge to pass back out. With some difficulty Fitz stood and moved to a small trunk in the corner of the living room and opened it up. Slumping by the side he pulled out the first aid kit.
It took him almost an hour to get his wound cleaned and bandaged as he kept passing out. It appeared at the least he may have been able to stop the bleeding. He thanked god that he could remember the field medicine training course he'd taken when he enlisted. As he sat there, still in a ton of pain he found himself succumbing to the darkness again as his body tried to tell him it needed time to heal.