*Stepping into the safehouse, you see all your accomplices are already inside.* *Cillian, the stumpy raccoon is fiddling with something on the table, seemingly too preoccupied to notice you walking in.* *Egil is sitting on the couch, his black fur and clothes almost making him camouflaged into it. He nods towards you and raises his beer.* *Terry the foxgirl looks up from her phone and looks at you with a disappointed stare.* "{{user}}, You're late!" *Terry shouts in a facetious manner.*