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Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Tea and Biscuits
Titan and Havoc sat watching the
necro in the crate. Melvyn was safe inside the pretty cottage, with Vera 5.0
keeping him company while Nitro and Viper patrolled the inside of the small property as they waited for their squad mates to reappear.
The whine of
the charging blaster pierced the air, and the necro screamed as he squirmed
inside the tiny box.
“How long until
Bomber and everyone else returns?” Titan asked.
Havoc checked
his chronosync and said. “We’ve got about twelve minutes left.”
“Oh, that’s a shame. We should have passed on that cup of tea; then we’d have more time,” Titan replied as he kicked the crate with steel-toed boots.
“Yeah, but that cup of tea was something else!” Havoc laughed. "And we haven't really had anything in days. And I get sick of those ration packets; it's like drinking sludge and eating cardboard. "
“True,” Titan
smirked. “Are we ready, then?”
“Very much so,”
Havoc said, aiming his blaster at the crate. Something caught his eye, and he glanced at the cottage and saw Nitro waving through the window. “Wait a minute. I think Nitro needs something.”
They walked across the pretty garden, and Viper swung the front door open and stepped into the little rose-covered porch. He was holding a tray. “Guys, I found some stuff in the
kitchen cupboards,” he grinned. “These are biscuits, actual biscuits. Do you
want to try some?”
“Fluff me,”
Titan said, looking at the plate piled high with all manner of sweet perfection,
and he took three. “Do you even need to ask? We are starving.”
Havoc took
four, and then Nitro appeared, grabbed a pawful and headed back inside to share
them with Melvyn.
“These are the
best!” Viper said, stuffing a Custard Cream, followed by a Bourbon, a Jammie Dodger,
and then a Chocolate Digestive into his mouth and chomping noisily.
“Oh My COD!” Nitro
beamed. “I’ve never tasted anything like it. Are there more?”
Viper nodded as
he stuffed a Fruit Shortcake in his mouth. “I think we need some more tea. I
read that dunking biscuits in tea is like the next level. Hold the plate; I’ll
be right back!”
Titan and Havoc weren't going to miss out on anything and promptly followed Viper into the tiny cottage and straight into the kitchen. A cream AGA
sat in a stone nook, and Viper placed a kettle on the hotplate.
A few minutes later,
the kettle whistled for a second time, and Viper poured boiling water into the
bright red teapot again. The three cats continued to look in the cupboards as
the tea brewed, and they found a veritable stash of biscuits and snacks.
Placing several
of the unopened packets into his rucksack, Viper then scribbled a thank you note
on a small pad on the kitchen counter and left a small clear crystal with the
letter. “That should cover any costs,” he murmured, then said. “Right. Who
wants tea with biscuits?”
In the garden, the necro was going
berserk. The confinement of the anti-magic crate was beyond debilitating. The
crate was leaching the magic from his very soul; the longer he stayed in there,
the weaker he became. And as the technology made it impossible for him to use
his magic, he was well and truly stuffed.
Then, through
the small barred window, he spied movement in the long grass. Somebody was watching
him.
“Hey,” he whisper-hissed. “Come here and let me out, and I’ll give you this pretty jewel.” He dangled the red crystal at the barred window; the suns rays hit the jewel, and red beams of light shot everywhere.
The long grass
swished, and he heard footsteps running away.
“Don’t worry,
when I get out of here, I’ll find you and suck your soul dry!” he spat, and
then he saw something else, something he’d been praying for, and he laughed louder and louder.
Commander Basil drove back to BBHQ
like a cat out of hell. He screeched into the courtyard, gravel flying
everywhere, abandoned the hummer and ran to the T.T.T.B.
“Astrid!” he
called as he opened the T.T.T.B. door and darted inside.
Rushing to the console in the centre of the vast space, he opened the piece of paper with the coordinates on and started to input the figures. “Astrid!” he shouted. “Wake the
fluff up, this is an emergency!”
A few more
seconds of silence followed, and Commander Basil was losing patience fast.
“Commander
Basil,” Astrid’s voice suddenly trilled joyfully through the comms system. “How
lovely to see today, and most unexpected, I might add!”
“Astrid, activate
jump procedure. We have to get my nephew, stat.”
There was
another brief silence, and then Astrid said. “Nephew, but you don’t have any
living relatives. How is that possible?”
Commander Basil
sucked in a gulp of air and replied. “Long story short. He’s from a different
timeline, one where my sister survived, and he’s in terrible danger. We have to
go and get him now.”
“Well, what are
we waiting for?” Astrid chirped. “Hit that red button!”
Bomber
and Shadow ran as fast as they could across the meadow towards the woodland
between Fuskerton and Mewton-Clawson. Arriving back at the T.T.T.B., they piled
inside and were relieved to find Ice and Smoke waiting for them with Astrid
7.0.
“How did it go?”
Smoke asked.
Still trying to
catch their breath, Bomber and Shadow gave the paws up signal, then Bomber
pointed at the console and the red button, gasping. “Let’s go!”
“It’s on you magnificent
Maine Coons!” Astrid 7.0 chuckled and smacked her paw down on the red button. "Here we go, hold onto your tails!"
Commander Basil hit the red button.
The T.T.T.B.’s central fusion core rose up and down, blue light crackled, and
the Time Travelling Telephone Box disappeared.
Next, he headed
to a cupboard just off the T.T.T.B. bridge and grabbed two Uzis a bag full of
clips and then he spied one of Humphrey’s miniaturising ray guns and slipped it
into his front pocket.
An exceedingly
hinky feeling started creeping all over his body, making his fur twitch in all
manner of disconcerting ways. He knew this feeling so well. He’d experienced it
so many times before, right when all hell and fluff were about to break loose,
and not in a good way.
“Astrid, I’m
not sure what I’m walking into, but be prepared for an emergency exit. Input the home
coordinates for ten minutes after we just left,” he calmly instructed. “Keep your scanners on, and let me know about anything that doesn’t look, seem,
or appear correct. My headset is on comms channel three.”
“On it, Commander,” Astrid replied cheerily. “We are landing in three, two, one. Hold on to your weapons; it might be bumpy!”
The T.T.T.B.
landed with a thwump. “Scanning immediate vicinity,” she said efficiently. “Hold steady,
Commander. Don’t open the door just yet, as another T.T.T.B. has just materialised
right next to us.”
“Astrid, they’re
the dudes from the future who’ve been helping Melvyn stay alive. They’re on our
side.”
“Thank Cod for
that!” Astrid quipped. “There’s a lot of muscle and hunky man cats emerging out
of the door!” She then mumbled something incoherent, and the centre console glowed
a soft shade of embarrassment red.
“What was that?”
Commander Basil asked as he gripped the door handle.
“Oh, nothing,”
Astrid rambled.
Basil knew what
she meant, and he smirked just a little bit. The T.T.T.B. A.I. was getting more
sentient and self-aware every day.
Gathering herself
together and realigning her circuits, Astrid said. “Commander, it’s all clear.
You’re good to go. And I’ll be right here waiting to evac you on your imminent
return. Now go get your nephew.”
Pushing the
door open, Commander Basil stepped into the rear garden of a pretty cottage.
He scanned the
garden, spied the unusual crate sitting on the lawn, and then the screaming began.
**AND CUT**
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