The calico emerged from an alley and walked briskly down the sidewalk. He followed, flitting from shadow to shadow. The sun overhead didn’t make his task easier, but he was cunning. He’d shown that agent who was boss. He had the protection of the Goddess. The agent was still alive only because that nosy cat St. Peter had come into the park.
The vermin calico was still a have a dozen feet in front of him. She was approaching a corner, completely unaware of him. She was vermin. He must destroy her.
“Doodles!” Who was that? At first, he’d thought that it was the black and white FCIS agent he’d mauled in the park, but no, this was the younger one. Why was he here? Did they think they could protect the vermin? He stifled a laugh. He was too smart for them. He’d rid the world of all the vermin. They would see in the end that he was doing the Goddess’ work. She’d promised him that they would all know his blessedness. He could do nothing for now. He’d find her again. She would die.
The sun was just down. He’d found her again. She was alone, walking to her nest. He stalked her softly through the shadows. This was it. This was the time. He’d eliminate this one and start looking for another one. The Goddess was becoming impatient. He had to finish this one off and get to work on the others. There were so many.
She was at the entrance to her nest. Now was the time to strike. There were no other cats around. It was perfect. He sprang. She screamed. He wrestled her to the ground and got his teeth on her throat. She fought but her struggles were getting weaker. Just a little more and he would be free to get on with eliminating her hated fur color.
“Hey!” a voice yelled. “What are you doing? Doodles!” Someone was coming. It was another tom. He sprang at the intruder thudding into the other tom. He raked his claws along the other’s side, but couldn’t get purchase in the long fur. Suddenly someone else was there, yelling for him to stop. Didn’t they understand that he couldn’t stop; the Goddess demanded that he keep going. He fled
“Are you all right?” Princess leaned over Mittens. The younger agent shuddered. Clearly he was in shock. Princess glanced over at the end of the alley where the attacker had disappeared.
“Yeah,” he said. “He didn’t manage to get me too badly.” he gave a quick lick to his coat. “Sometimes long fur is an advantage.”
“Has he declared war on us?” Princess made to run after the assailant. “That was our serial killer.”
“I know,” Mittens said. “You won’t catch him. You can barely walk.” He headed for the alley. “He attacked Doodles.” Princess stopped. He really hated it when the Probie was right.
“Is she hurt bad?” How did that tom do that? How did he know where to strike?
“I don’t know. I’m going to find out.” He started across the alley to the injured queen.
“I’ll get help.” It was all he was good for. He turned and limped as rapidly as he could down the street. He couldn’t even lope.