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.
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