“No way in hell. Not now.”
Jared slammed his hand down on the desk, causing Daniel to jump and look up at
him in surprise.
“Not like we have much
choice in the matter. Besides they’re kind of cute so it would be nice to save
them before someone else finds them and does who knows what.”
“Yeah, right. One by itself
may be cute, if they keep their wings hidden, but a family of them living in
someone’s backyard, that’s a problem.” He sighed. “Okay, if we have to, we have
to. Let’s find them and get this over with before supper.”
Daniel nodded, humming ‘High
Hopes’ as he took them just outside of the city where their targets had been
spotted.
It was a large yard behind
an equally large home. Daniel landed them just outside the split-rail fence.
From there they could see toys, a gym set and a sandbox. There was also a
garden and several tall trees. In the corner farthest from the house was a tool
shed, its door cracked open.
“Twenty to one says the
kittersals have setup housekeeping in there,” Jared pointed at the shed.
Daniel nodded. “And use the
sandbox for other than its intended purpose,” he added with a chuckle. “Now we
just have to convince them to relocate somewhere else before the word gets out
that there are flying cats in the neighborhood.”
“I guess we should thank our
lucky stars the man knows something about Supes and called the Council right
away.”
“He’s a cop in the loop, according
to the report, so it’s not surprising.”
“Well let’s go have a chat
with our targets.” Jared started to open the back gate, stopping when a small,
blonde-haired girl came streaming out of the house into the yard, heading
towards the shed. “Oh boy, now what do we do?”
“I deal with her; you take
care of the kittersals.”
“She’s going to scream
bloody murder if we come into the yard,” Jared pointed out.
“Maybe, but if she likes
small cats she should just love a bigger one.” Daniel grinned as he opened the
gate and then shifted. He padded into the yard, waiting for the child to spy
him before lying down so as not to frighten her.
“Oooh, big kitty,” the
little girl cried as she ran over to stand in front of him. “Pretty kitty.”
Fearlessly she reached out a hand to pet him.
No comments:
Post a Comment