A trio of feline-alien Hunters are interrogating suspects as they search for the main characters: Rake and Ravil...
Lincoln ordered Kennedy to wait in the kitchen. The teenaged Hunter sat on the counter and rifled through boxes of rainbow-colored cereal. He stuffed handfuls of it into his mouth and trembled from a sugar high.
Marx wandered into the kitchen, leading a young girl by the hand. He stared at Kennedy. “Why are you eating that?”
“I like! This sugar tastes sweet!” Kennedy licked his gloves and eyed the child with Marx. “Why are you holding a cub?”
Marx looked down as if he just noticed the child. “Lincoln asked me to.”
Kennedy dropped into a crouch on the countertop. “May I chase it?” He looked up at Marx and purred. “I will not kill. I just want to play, bat around.”
Marx frowned. “He did not tell me to release it to you.”
Kennedy twitched and bounced on his fingertips. He leapt. Marx slashed him across the face. Kennedy landed on his feet and knocked boxes of cereal over. His yellow eyes darted to the Fruit Loops and Lucky Charms. He pounced on the colored pieces. Cereal crunched under his hands. He grinned and smashed it all, enjoying the sensation. He licked the sugary dust off the floor.