>Guarding
>Its what you did
>Guarding some big warehouse on the outskirts of a big city
>What was in the warehouse?
>You didn't care much
>The sun paraded itself in a cloudless sky, whilst birds chirped and the slight noise of traffic could be heard in the distance
>You usually didn't mind the sun
>But goddamn was it hot today
>The uniform didn't help either
>You were sweating like a stuffed pig
>A new labour law concerning 'the use of humans in the workplace' demanded that protective equipment be issued to humans in 'high risk' areas
>Because you were a guard-human, your protective equipment consisted of slash proof body armour
>Just incase a predator decided to get a little too vicious with you
>Stab Vest, Shin pads, elbow pads, you name it
>You had to wear it
>You felt like one of those SWAT guys, except your stab vest had an integrated harness, so a lead could be attached
 
 
>Your handler, who towered a few feet over you even when you were fully standing, huffed in boredom
>"We've already done 5 laps of the perimeter, checked with the other patrols and swept for blind-spots" he declared with a hint of pain in his voice
>"I don't think there's much left to do, boy" he added whilst twirling the lead that connected your harness to his wrist
>It was ironic you thought that your handler, a husky, was calling you 'boy'
>But hey, there were worse jobs, even if this one was criminally boring from time to time  
 
 
>About an hour had passed since your brief, one sided conversation
>The handler's radio began to blare out some incomprehensible noise
>"Say again?" he asked, grabbing the radio
>Whoever was on the other end of the radio began to howl back, a little clearer this time "Get around to the southeast corner, some idiot is trying to climb the fence"
>Your felt a tug on your harness
>Show time
>You scrambled around to the southeast end of the warehouse, in hopes of being the first to get your hands on whoever decided to make your day
>No such luck however, in the distance you could see that two other guard humans had already beat you to it, grappling the legs of a tall figure
>Your Handler unhooked you from your lead
>"Go git em'" he bellowed with great enthusiasm
>Running towards your target, you quickly began to notice they were a Tiger, roughly about 9 feet tall
>Didn't matter
>You knew exactly where you'd get him
>You lept at the Tiger's chest, and quickly started going for his face
>Had to quell that pent up anger and boredom somehow
>If you ever get the chance to see a predator get jumped by guard humans
>Don't miss it
>Its hilarious
>Well, your handler got a laugh out of it at least
 
>Eventually, you and the two other humans were pulled off the idiot
>You'd been wailing on him for a good five minutes
>Some guards 'helped' the tiger to his feet
>And promptly cuffed him
>You felt a paw rustle through your hair
>"Good boy, we did good this time didn't we?"
>You didn't answer that, it was a rhetorical question
>You were always a good boy
>Still, you reckoned you'd get extra treats with your kibble tonight for this
>Returning to your post underneath the hot sun, you wondered if tomorrow would be this interesting