March 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
Trapped in a crate-lined cul-de-sac, the would-be burglar suddenly understands why breaking into Felix’s Frivolities was so easy. It’s the leaving that’s hard. Leaving intact.
Hydraulics hush-hiss in the shadows, scissor-claws slide from brushed-brass paws and the warehouse’s watchman slinks forward. More graceful than mere automata, the mechanicat’s head draws level with his and tilts to one side. A slight smirk reveals the glimmer of crystal teeth.
“Hello little mouse,” it sneers. “Hello little toy.”