Getting down from his chair, Mason began walking over to the drenched Snowball. Halfway across the room, the cat pulled out a knife from within his suit. "Nothing personal Snowball. I just... I can't let someone tell anyone else how I get my money," the feline meowed apologetically. He still wore a smile on his face though.

"You kill thieves after they pull off big heists for you?!" Snowball shouted, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Giving a small laugh, Mason answered, "Yeah. When I hired you, I wanted to see how good you were. Best thief I ever hired by the way. The casino you robbed before that last one, I bought from the owner after his money disappeared. Then, I was done with you." Snowball stared at the cat in utter shock.

He's a murderer and a thief... Snowball thought quietly, But I am not following in his pawsteps.