“Trouble?!” The campaigning Member of Parliament turned around, noting the market patrons gathering around the spectacle, and began to address her tirade to the crowd of potential voters. “They want all illicit drugs to be legal! They want ‘anything goes’ in every aspect of life! They want to normalize perverted sexual activity!” the loon wailed, as she pointed an accusing finger at Hibiscus. “Just look, just look at this one, this freak with the pink hair; these people are undermining our values at the direction of their Liberal masters in Toronto and Ottawa, spreading cultural Marxism – these spies, these moles—”
Hibiscus politely raised a finger as they interrupted the politician. “I’m a maned wolf, ma’am,” they said guilelessly.
(Hibiscus is a different kind of infiltrator - rather than the opposition and other hard targets, the maned wolf goes undercover with lefty orgs and community groups falsely accused of being Korps fronts, investigating if they would accept low-key help for real. Story excerpt from my fic Maybe Tomorrow; left, my own art of 'What if Velma Dinkley was a tweedy neurodivergent enby furry spy;' and right, @mabelgreysmoke's lovely headshot sketch!)
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