The technological center of this world, known as Proggressia, would be a nice place to hide out and score some bounties, even with the so called "technological advantages" that the citizens had. Though all Carmine could tell is that it left most of the citie's residence lazy and fat, and sometimes very fat. That was why security companies have been on the up and up lately, being able to protect their clients while the clients didn't have to do anything, except growing even more lazy. Carmine only smirked, thinking that with his speed and sneakyness that he could easily bypass any 'security system' he encounters.

"I can easily hang around here for a while" Carmine said as he turned in his weapons and entered the 'advanced' city, though seeing a lion just as tall as him but five times as wide with fat, waddle past him playing around on his 'twitter book' page with fingers as thick as sausages, made the cheetah add, "hopefully not too long."

Still, within hours, the cheetah assasin began thinking about that one foxy lady that he left at the casino. Although he was renting a woefully small room with all manners of We Fi, Redtooth, and other interweb access, he was really thinking about her. He couldn't admit to himself that he liked the spunky fox, he found her attractive not only in that, boy looking at pretty girl in a magazine kind of way, but also in a personal way. Though he wouldn't say that he 'loved' her though, that would be just a tad bit much.

The cheetah took a few days off to recooperate and get familiar with the new city. Not to mention see a moribidly obese female chicken anthro that he could imagine easily being the centerpeice of a massive feast. Carmine wanted to go to the nearest bar, but he was also running a little low on money. So, what was he going to do?