Commander Feral watched the people passing by outside as the waitress topped his cup of coffee. He’d decided to to stop at the little diner across the street from headquarters since he didn’t have time to make breakfast this morning.
“I guess the big question is,” he thought with a hint of a smile, “what would I do with her once I had her.”
“Okay, I have your number memorized, and I’ll call you guys tonight when I get settled in,” Autumn said matter-of-factly as she checked her purse and shrugged into her jacket.
“Do you remember the directions?” Chance asked, trying to keep the sadness from his voice.
“Turn right at the gate, go four blocks, turn left, go another three blocks to the strip mall where I can get some supplies and then call Fast Eddie at MegaKat Cab Company to take me to The Scratching Post Motor Lodge,” she said from memory, then took him in for a hug.
“Thanks Chance,” she whispered, “I’ll miss you.”
Crossing over to Jake, she was only slightly surprised when he kissed her hand and said, “If you need us, tap the left heart two times and it’ll automatically trigger our tracking device.”
“Thanks Jake,” she said as she kissed his cheek, “for everything.”
Tenderly stroking her cheek, he said in a sad whisper, “Be careful, kit.”
Autumn gave them a sad little smile as she buttoned her jacket and stepped outside.
“Okay kiddo,” she told herself sternly,” keep your wits about you, ’cause you’re completely on your own now.”
The normal sounds of city life greeted her ears as she walked down the driveway, keeping an eye out for enforcer cruisers.
“Think she’ll be okay?” Chance asked, watching her go.
Jake sighed thinking of how scared she had to be in that pod and when she was with Viper. Still, she came through with flying colors.
Finally, he answered, “Yeah, I do. I think she’ll be just fine.”
Not seeing any threats at the main gate, Autumn stepped out onto the sidewalk and started on her way. Calmly checking out the different businesses and apartment complexes as she strolled along, she noticed that most folks didn’t even give her a second glance. Those that did, she just gave them a friendly wink. At the corner of the fourth block there was a little mom and pop type drugstore.
“I think I’ll stop in here first and get the rest at the plaza,” she mused as a tiny bell rang when she opened the door.
“Hello,” called an older tom that was bent over placing items on a shelf. “How are you today?”
“Fine,” she answered cheerfully as she took a handbasket, “and yourself?”
“Just fine, my dear. What can I…” he started as he stood upright and turned toward her. When he realized she wasn’t a local, he took a step back and said, “Cat’s alive, darlin’! You’re not from around here, are you?”
“You could say that,” she giggled as the grizzled old guy pulled himself together and said in the same friendly tone, “Well, as I started to say, what can I do for you, my dear?”
“I just need to stock up on some essentials,” she grinned and added, “I do have kat kurrency too in case you were too polite to ask.”
The old tom laughed and patted her on the shoulder, saying, “Take a look around, kitten. If you need a hand, just give me a shout.”
“I can’t believe that friggin’ idiot!” Steele seethed as he scanned the streets. “Feral’s finally lost his so called mind.”
“Is there a problem, sir?” his driver asked, noting Steele’s expression from the corner of his eye.
“No, nothing I can’t handle,” he replied with an evil grin.
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