Previous Installment: On
the Road Again
Star Date 50.87
The following is the forteenth installment of
the tale which began with Takeoff
and continued with Shopping Trip
Parts I. through IV
and The Test Flight
All prior installments should be read before this page, as that
may help to render the following events marginally less obscure.
This installment was also very kindly provided to us by
Professor Johann Schnarchhund of Miskatonic University.
Johann again assures us that this first person account, narrated
by Isis Resillechat, is very much as it was received by his
daughter, Taurina. For additional information please see
the Iemy Papers
|I wasn't along on this trip, so this was
pieced together from what I heard afterwards. I've
told it using the tried and true Omniscient Narrator
style but I'm afraid I'm actually anything but
omniscient. I got most of the story from Snidly,
and a few bits of it from Dad; take it with as much salt
as you like.
Unarmed, apparently alone, Felix walked along the gravel shoulder
which served as the sidewalk for this town's main street.
The cats serving as his "bodyguard" had vanished into the shadows
shortly after they left Aftershock. They were out of sight,
but not out of touch; Snizz was in mental contact with Felix, and
some thoughts from Snidly as well.
To Felix's left, a row of dark buildings were set back a dozen
feet from the road. Street lights were an innovation that
hadn't yet arrived in Durva. As Felix passed the darker
blackness of a yawning alley mouth, he heard a faint scraping
noise. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, in a
useless attempt at making him look more formidable. "It
works for the cats," he found himself thinking. His hairs
didn't quite seem to realize that they were a million years too
late. They were still giving it the old college try.
Snidly's thoughts broke in on his thoughts of his hairs' defensive
posture. "Two humans behind you. Snizz says no
" And then, for a fraction of an instant, Felix
saw his silhouette on the leaves of a tree a few dozen feet in
front of him, outlined in the light of a blue flash from somewhere
Snidly's thoughts came again. "Staggers fix
Felix was shocked. "No -- don't hurt them!"
"Why not? They would have hurt you. Felix worry too
much. But will be fine. Probably. Will be up
again in six hours, maybe twelve ... probably.
tone of the thought seemed a little impatient, a little amused --
Snidly's thoughts were turning out to be more expressive than his
voice ever was.
Felix kept walking. A few yards farther along, a black
limousine was parked in the deeper darkness of the shadow under a
tree. As Felix approached, the headlights suddenly went
on. A voice called, in Russian, "Stop right there, Felix!"
He stopped. "Is that you, Vlad?"
"Yes, of course. There's been a change in plans. We'll
be having our meeting, but not right here. Please get in the
car, and we'll get right to it."
" Snizz's voice sounded in Felix's head.
"I don't think so," Felix said, aloud, backing slowly away from
the car. "We meet in the restaurant, as agreed, or I leave,
"Boris! Joseph! Help Felix into the car!"
"The two who were behind you. The ones you were so
worried about hurting,
" came Snidly's voice in Felix's head.
"I'm afraid they won't be joining us. Something unexpected
came along," Felix said, aloud, and laughed his best diabolical
laugh. (Which isn't very diabolical, I'm afraid -- I've
heard him use that laugh when he's playing chess sometimes and it
mostly sounds silly.) "So let's just stroll over to the
restaurant without them. Shall we?"
In Which Things Go
Exactly As Planned
As they passed through the glass doors of the Broiled Palm, the
first thing Felix noticed was the tacky decor, which involved
large numbers of plastic palm trees, some of which were revolving
slowly in mock rotisseries. The second thing he noticed was
a large banner, emblazoned with "Welcome Veterans", in Russian, in
two foot high Cyrillic letters. It matched the banner he'd
seen hanging above the door on the front of the building as they
crossed the street.
There were at least a half dozen people in the foyer, apparently
waiting for tables. The dining room, visible to the right,
"What -- a convention? Veterans? Which army, Russia or
"Convention, yes, there's a convention," replied Vlad. "But
why are you asking about armies?"
Before Felix could answer, the cats slipped through the slowly
closing door behind them, and Felix realized, with a terrible
shock, how senseless his question must have sounded. There
was no veterans convention at the restaurant.
The shock started with a despairing squeak from Snizz, accompanied
by a new word appearing in Felix's head. At first he
couldn't understand it -- it seemed to contain all possible
despair and horror rolled into a single package, but he couldn't
make out what it actually referred to.
And then the meaning came to him, at the same instant he realized
his error in reading the banner. It didn't say "Welcome
It said "Welcome Veterinarians" [i.e., "Ветеринари"].
In Which Damage Control is Attempted
Felix and Vlad were seated in a corner booth.
Under a table near the door, a small furry drama was taking
place. Snidly had Snizz pinned down, and was licking her
face, all the while purring loudly. With the noise level in
the restaurant there was little chance anyone could hear them.
But it wasn't getting Snidly anywhere. Surrounded by what
seemed like hundreds of boisterous vets telling doggie jokes,
singing catty songs, doing vet dances on the tiny dance floor (the
Frozen Donkey was a popular one), and just generally letting
themselves go in all directions at once, Snizz was reduced to a
trembling ball of panic.
In Which we Arrive at the Inevitable Conclusion
Despite the loss of his "secret weapon", Felix felt the
negotiations had gone pretty well. They'd discussed the
details of the fuel and packaging over a dish of Russian-style
nachos (topped with cheese and borscht) and all seemed
settled. One point still worrying Felix was Vlad's attempt
to drive him somewhere else, and Vlad had refused to explain,
saying only that it would have been much quieter than the
restaurant. He seemed distracted, which also worried Felix.
"Vlad, I cannot say it too often. We will know if you've
really brought the goods. So don't try to cheat!
Remember what happened last time! You were lucky, nobody got
hurt. Bring us another truckload of donuts, and you may not
be so lucky!"
"Yes, yes, there will be no problem," Vlad agreed, in an absent
tone, while munching on a chip. And then his cell phone
rang. "If you'll excuse me?" He stepped out of the
booth and into an alcove a few feet away. A moment later he
came back, looking more relaxed than he'd been since Boris and
Joseph failed to show up.
Shortly after, the conversation drew to a close with Vlad's
repeated assurances that there would be no hitch on his side, and
Felix's assurance that, if the goods were delivered as promised,
the fee would be paid, in the form of solid gold bars. The
exchange was to be made at a field several miles south of the
town. Though isolated, with trees on all sides, there was
access by a road which Vlad said was adequate for their tractor
After finishing off the last of the chips, Vlad dropped some money
on the table, wished Felix a good night, and headed for the
door. Moments later, Felix followed him out.
As Felix stepped out the door of the restaurant, someone stepped
in back of him. Before he could turn around, a smelly rag
was shoved in his face. The world spun briefly, and faded
Meanwhile, Back on the Ship
The collars the cats wore were not just weapons.
They were also communicators. We'd been in contact with
Snidly since he left the ship. So we knew, as Auntie put it,
that they'd taken our strongest piece off the board before the
In addition to Snidly and Snizz, Staggers was in the restaurant,
hidden under another table. Dad was pretty well protected --
or so we thought. Dense was outside the restaurant, just
kind of keeping an eye on things.
"Done talking, Vlad leaving," we heard, from Snidly's
communicator. Then, a moment later, "Felix leaving, too."
Then there was a pause, as Snidly waited his chance to slip out of
the restaurant without being seen. We could hear the sounds
of talking, clinking glasses, and other "restauranty" noises as he
waited near the door.
Then quiet, as Snidly slipped out of the noisy room -- and then we
heard Dense's voice, in a frantic wail.
"Snidly heeeeelp! Felix gone! Heelp Help!"
"Gone how? What happened?"
"Gone! Help help help help!"
"Don't know who!" followed by a mournful yowling.
"Put hand on face. Felix lay down. Carried off."
"Felix put his hand on his face?"
"No not him! Other
At that point we heard a hissing sound. I think Snidly was
"Did someone else put his hand on Felix's face?"
"Yes. And Felix fell down."
"Did someone carry him away?"
"Yes. Two someone."
"Where did they take him?"
"Don't know. Gone!
Snidly hissed again.
"What did you see them do?"
"Carry him away."
did you see them carry him?"
"Right here, behind bush."
"No! No! You were behind the bush. Where did the men
There was a brief silence, and then Snidly's voice came
again. "Car not there. So they've taken Felix
At that point Mom broke in. "I'm going after him!"
"Yes!" added the Captain. "And take Skritch and Benga!"
" added Auntie.
"No -- you stay here. Not distract Snizz."
Mom was taking us back to the field where we'd dropped off Felix
and the cats. It was a clearing on a hillside some distance
from the town. The screen in front of me was set to show
infrared, with a lot of intensification. The resulting view
looked almost like a cartoon of the field.
"I'll follow the road closer to town -- we need to find the
truck. I'll spend half the night just getting there, if I
have to walk the whole way."
"Wait!" the Captain said, before Mom took us out of the
field. "What's that?
" He had jumped down from
his perch, and was pointing at something on my screen.
"Cell phone tower," I said. "May be the only one in the
"Oh. Now go find truck."
Mom flew us over he road toward town. By the time we found
the truck, we were over the outskirts of the town. Mom's
screen was showing us the "visible light" view; it was an eerie
green, lit by the glow of the engine exhaust. The houses
here were small, close together and, from what we could see in the
dim green light, they looked dilapidated. The few
pedestrians were staring up at us, and looked amazed.
"Now go! Nim-nim, take over piloting!"
Mom left the bridge at a run. We waited what seemed like an
hour, but was really not much more than five minutes, as Mom
picked up some things to take along and she, Skritch, and Benga
went down a tube to the ground. Eventually, though, we saw
the three of them arrive at Aftershock. A moment after all
three were in the truck, there was a spray of gravel, and it tore
off down the road toward the center of town.
"Nim-nim -- back to the field, fast!
" said the Captain, as
soon as the truck had vanished from view. "Land on the cell
"Take out service for whole town," Nim-nim observed, as she
started us back toward the field.
"But people depend on that!" cried Auntie.
"Yes, and Vlad may depend on it, too."
"Should I look for the land line towers, too?" asked Nim-nim, as
the field came into view.
Unfair: Missed the Party but Still Got the Hangover
When Felix woke up, he wished he hadn't. He felt
awful. He was lying on something -- a couch, it appeared --
and he was about to lose his dinner.
He sat up and said, first in English, then in Russian, "Gonna
"Uri! Help Felix to the bathroom!" That was Vlad's
A few minutes later, feeling slightly better, Felix was back in
the room with Vlad, Uri, and a third man.
Uri, like Vlad, was slim and of medium height. The third man
was about six inches shorter than either of them, and about twice
as wide. If his black hair had been orange, he'd have looked
a lot like an orangutan -- an orangutan wearing back double knit
pants and a tightly stretched black knit pullover, whose sleeves
barely came past his elbows.
Uri was also dressed in black -- black pants and a black
pullover. And he had black hair, pulled back into a short
black ponytail. Felix wondered, blearily, if there was some
sort of spy dress code they were following. But that seemed
unlikely, since Uri's pullover had a design printed on it.
"I" (in Russian), followed by a heart, followed by a silhouette of
They also both were in stark contrast to Vlad, who was dressed in
a pure white suit with cream shirt and blue plaid tie. Felix
wondered if they were playing some sort of "good cop, bad cop"
"Sorry you're feeling so poorly, Felix. Uri, what did you
knock Felix out with?"
"You nitwit! No wonder he's sick! I told you to use
"Drug store was sold out of chloroform." Uri sounded sullen.
The black-haired orangutan spoke up, in a voice that sounded like
a whale gargling marbles. "Should have blackjacked him."
"I told you before, Georgi, we need him alive. Half the
people you blackjack never wake up again. Now be quiet and
let me talk to Felix."
But the next thing Felix heard wasn't from Vlad. It was a
voice in his head, a voice with an urgent question. "Where
"I don't know -- in a room, somewhere...
" was all that came
to Felix in response.
"Who are you?" Vlad was asking him.
"Huh? Felix Resilleserre."
"Ask Vlad where you are
," came the voice in his head.
Felix, still woozy, finally realized the voice in his head was
"No you, idiot. I know who you are. Tell me who else
"Where are we?" asked Felix.
"What do you care? Tell me who you are."
"I'm -- uh -- a college professor..."
"No, no, don't be dense! Who are you working for?"
"Ask him for the address.
"He won't tell me.
"Ask him anyway.
"Who are you working for? Tell me!"
"Uh .... what street are we on?"
"Felix, start talking, or I'm going to get angry!"
"Thank you. Vlad thought of the address, and I
heard. We'll be there soon.
"I'm working for Miskatonic University."
"What does Miskatonic University want heavy hydrogen for?"
"Vlad, I'm going to tell you the truth. Need lithium
deuteride for fuel for flying saucer."
"You expect me to believe Miskatonic University has a flying
"No. Our group has saucer."
"Ahhhh. And what is the name of your group?"
"No name. Just myself, my wife, daughter, and wife's aunt."
Vlad snorted. "Who else?"
"No other people."
"I thought you were going to tell the truth."
"Truth. No other people
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Felix paused, then, speaking slowly (slowly for Felix, anyway), he
said, in a low tone, trying to sound ominous, "Aliens, Vlad.
Aliens need the fuel."
Vlad said nothing for a moment. Then, "This is getting us
"Doing it wrong," said Uri, in a sullen tone. He was digging
black stuff out from under his fingernails with a long, thing
"Let me break a few of his fingers, to get his attention, and
"Shut up," interrupted Vlad. Then, "Where's Markov? We
need the scopolamine."
"Said to call him if we wanted him," gargled Georgi.
Vlad made an annoyed sound and felt in his pockets for his phone.
"Can't find your street. Ask him how to get there from
the corner of Main Street and Yurt Way.
What, are you wearing a wire?
Uri, is he wearing a wire?"
"No. Searched him. I'm not stupid, no matter what you
Uri was playing mumbletypeg with his stiletto. The knife hit
the floor point first and stuck, wiggling a little. "Let me
cut him, just a little, and he'll sing whatever you want."
"Shut up, Uri. You're creeping me out."
"So, how do you get here from there?" Felix asked again.
"Shut up!" That seemed to be Vlad's favorite phrase
today. He didn't sound happy.
"It's OK, he thought of the directions. We'll be there
"Vlad," said Felix. "Surrender now. I'll see
that you're not hurt. Not much, anyway."
" Vlad had his phone out and was dialing.
"Phone's not working. Uri, try your phone."
"No good -- says there's no signal."
"The aliens, Vlad -- they're coming for you. If you're lucky
my wife will get here first. If you're not, it'll be ... them
Felix faded out into what he hoped was an ominous-sounding
"Shut up! Uri, go call Markov on the land phone." Uri
left the room.
A moment later, his voice came back to them. "This phone's
dead, too -- no dial tone."
"The aliens, Vlad -- they're coming for you. You can't
reason with them. You can't stop them. They have no
empathy -- they're not human
, Vlad. Surrender now
and I'll try to save you from them."
"Vlad said shut up!
" gargled Georgi, and with a
ferocious backhand blow, knocked Felix out of his chair and
partway across the room.
Felicia had stopped at the restaurant and picked up the rest of
the cats, and the little group had been tearing up and down the
back streets of Dovna looking for the street Felix had
named. Almost none of the streets had signs, which made it
harder. Failing a sign, they hoped to spot the black limo,
but had struck out on that score, too.
Eventually they'd given up hope of finding it on their own, and
Felicia had stopped the truck while Snizz picked some clearer
directions out of Vlad's head. And now, at last, they were
turning onto what they all hoped was the right street.
"We've already been up and down this street three times tonight,"
Felicia commented. "No sign of the limo."
"Parked in back, maybe?" wondered Snidly.
"I'd feel better about barging in if we could be sure it was the
"Not just Rambo in, anyway -- need a plan. Send somebody in
through a window, see who's there, where Felix is."
"How d'you know about Rambo? I didn't think cats watched
macho adventure movies," Felicia asked, as she pulled up in front
of a house that looked just like all the other houses.
Before Snidly could reply, Snizz announced, "Felix hurt -- someone
Felicia gave a short shriek, grabbed the AK-47 from the floor of
the truck, and was out the door before it stopped moving.
"Rambo in, never works outside movies," Snidly grunted, as he
struggled to shift the truck into Park. "Skritch, lend paw
here." The two cats together finally did the job, and the
truck stopped with a jerk, a dozen yards past the house Felicia
was storming single-handed.
Vlad was not happy. "Georgi!" he was yelling, as bent over
Felix. "Get out of here! Get Uri, and the two of you
guard the front door."
As he helped Felix back onto his chair, he apologized. "I'm
sorry, Felix. Georgi shouldn't have done that." As he
dabbed at the trickle of blood from Felix's lip, he added, "It's
not an act. He really is
a bad cop."
Before Felix could ask him what he meant when he said Georgi was a
cop (good, bad, or indifferent), there was a burst of machine gun
fire, and a sound of shattering glass. Someone was shooting
out the windows on the front of the house.
"Sounds like my wife's here," commented Felix, as there was
another burst of gunfire and a yell from Uri. There was a
crash, like a door slamming open, and then silence.
Vlad had pulled out a revolver and was pointing it at the door to
the room when Georgi shambled in, the limp form of Felicia draped
over his shoulder.
"What have you done!?" yelled Felix.
"Blackjacked. From behind. She wake up soon,"
Vlad swore, went to a cupboard, and pulled out a white box with a
red "+" on it. He left the room in a hurry. A moment
later he was back, without the box. "He'll be OK. I
think. Idiot was standing in front of the door when she shot
out the lock."
He pointed his pistol at Felix. "Get up! Georgi, out
the back -- put her in the car. Felix, follow him!
"Wassa matter -- afraid of aliens?" Georgi gargled, in a
"Yes. I mean, no. I mean, we're going to
Markov's. If we can't phone him, we'll go get him."
Felix, too stunned to think, followed Georgi to the car.
Headaches for Everybody!
At Snizz's request, Felix had looked out the car windows for the
whole ride, trying to catch every detail of the route they
followed. He hoped Snizz could make enough sense of his
impressions to find the place; he wasn't at all sure he'd have
been able to himself. This time, at least they'd parked the
car in front of the house. That might help the cats find the
place ... if they at least got onto the right street.
But now, Felix and Felicia were tied to chairs, facing a table,
and across from them was Vlad, with his pistol on the table in
front of him. They were in a cellar -- Markov's cellar --
and the dim light of an overhead bulb was just adequate to reveal
the exposed rafters, some with termite damage, many with
mouldering junk hanging from nails stuck in them. It smelled
Markov, however, wasn't there. Where he was, neither Vlad
nor Georgi knew. Reaching him via his cell was impossible,
of course. Georgi was upstairs, searching for the
scopolamine. They could hear occasional crashing noises as
Georgi tore closet doors off their hinges or ripped drawers from
dressers and tossed them on the floor. Vlad sighed and
rubbed his temples. He didn't look optimistic.
He picked up his pistol and pointed it at Felicia. "Tell me
who else is in your gang!"
"As I said --" Felix began.
Not you! Felicia! Talk!
"My head hurts."
"So thank Georgi for that. You shouldn't have shot at
him. Now tell me who else is in your gang -- and I don't
want to hear about your aunt and daughter!"
"I've never had such a headache..." Felicia rubbed her temples,
and then, very gently, touched the back of her head and grimaced.
"I've already told him --" Felix started.
I'm asking Felicia!"
Felicia massaged her temples some more, and said, "If Felix
already told you..."
"Vlad," she said, in a solemn voice. "They're aliens."
"No! Not this story again! What, did you arrange this in
advance? You're both crazy!"
"But they are
aliens, Vlad. They're about ten inches
tall, covered with fur, and with long, wiggly tails."
"And big yellow eyes, with slit pupils," said Felix.
"But they're really cute!" Felicia added.
"And they're implacable," said Felix, in English.
"Um -- what's that in French?" Felix asked.
"Same," said Felicia. "Implacable."
"What's in Russian? Can't recall."
"What? What are you saying?" asked Vlad.
"Ah!" exclaimed Felicia. "They're relentless!
That's the word you wanted, Felix!"
"Just shut up," interjected Vlad.
At that moment Georgi came crashing triumphantly down the cellar
"Found it!" he gargled, and plopped a black physician's back on
the table in front of Vlad.
"Excellent work! Where was it?"
"On a table in front hall, next to front door. Had note
attached, said 'Vlad: Scopolamine'"
Vlad looked disgusted. "So to find it, you had to tear the
house apart. Markov will be thrilled to hear it.
Georgi, you are an imbecile without peer."
Georgi made a gargly questioning noise.
"It's a compliment. It means you never give up. Now
get out of here -- go guard the front door."
As Georgi clambered back up the stairs, Vlad opened the black
bag. He took out several small vials, and a pair of
hypodermic needles. He was grinning like a cat who's been
accidentally locked in an aviary when the staff left for the
weekend. "Now we'll get some answers!" he said, and picked
up one of the syringes.
And then the lights went out.
"Georgi! What's with the lights?"
"Don't know," came the gargled reply.
"Aliens, Vlad -- they're coming for you. And now Felicia's
not there to hold them back. Surrender, Vlad, maybe I can
still save you."
Vlad reached for his pistol, but in the dark he missed and knocked
it off the table. He made a grab for it as it fell and then
yelped, and cursed.
"Shut up! I stuck myself with the #%^ needle."
A moment later there was a crash.
"Are you alright?" asked Felix.
"Shut up. Fell over the chair trying to find the
stairs." Then, "Georgi! Look out the window! Are
there lights on next door, or across the street?"
They heard a gargling noise, and then a yell, "Don't know, too
dark to see anything."
"Idiot," they heard Vlad mutter.
"Aliens, Vlad. They've taken out the phones and the power
all over the town, just to cut you off."
"Do you really think so?" asked Felicia, surprised.
"Do you really think Boots would just sit and wait for us to come
There was a scraping and a clattering, and a grunt from
Vlad. "I think Vlad's back in a chair," Felix observed.
"We see the car,
" came Snizz's voice in Felix's head.
"They're here, Vlad. Surrender -- now or never!"
"Shut up!" Then, yelling up to Georgi, "Mind the door -- and
make sure all the windows are closed! Don't open up for anyone!
"I think he's finally getting the idea," Felix observed to
"Shut up!" interjected Vlad.
And then there was a blue flash from upstairs, and a sort of
"Phrump!" noise which might have come from outside the house.
Georgi yelled. "Car! Someone torched car!" There
was a sound of a door opening.
"Idiot -- he's going outside," muttered Vlad.
"They're coming for you," added Felix.
"Shut up!" Vlad's voice cracked.
They heard the door close again. "Nobody there," gargled
And then, "Hey!"
And then, "Who?" and then, "Stop!"
And then there was a gunshot.
And then two more, close together.
And then a gargling scream.
"Georgi! Georgi! What's happened!?" yelled Vlad.
"We need Vlad alive!" yelled Felix, at no one in particular.
"Shut -- " Vlad started, then cut himself off. "Why did you
"Because it's true. Somebody could make a mistake."
In the darkness near the stairs, there was a faint "thump!"
"Who's there?" called Vlad.
"Do not move. Do not even breathe heavy." It was
Snidly's obviously inhuman voice.
"What happened to Georgi?" Vlad asked, sounding panicky. He
was ignoring the admonishment not to "breathe heavy": his
ragged breathing was audible to everyone present.
"Georgi shot at Skritch. And missed. Bad mistake."
Snidly's voice had moved away from the stairs. Felix felt
something brush his hands. The ropes on his wrists suddenly
loosened, and then something jabbed him, hard, on his left thumb.
"Don't move while I'm cutting these."
"Did you ... is he alive?" Vlad asked.
Snidly called, in Iemy, "Is Georgi alive?"
Benga's voice came from the top of the stairs, also in Iemy.
Snidly said, in English, "Mostly."
alive? What's that mean?"
"Silence. We will ask the questions."
The silence was brief, however, as Felicia gave a yell.
"Watch the claws! That was me, not rope!"
"Said not to move," was Snidly's only reply to that.
And then, from Vlad, "But who are
you?" Vlad wasn't
good at keeping silent.
Snidly snorted. "Felix, turn on flashlight, just for a
moment, let Vlad see."
Felix grunted something. It sounded like his mouth was
full. He fumbled in his pockets, and then, for a few
seconds, the room was lit such that humans, as well as cats, could
see. Vlad certainly wasn't expecting what was
revealed. Skritch was sitting on the table, directly in
front of him, staring him in the face; her nose was not four
inches from his. She hissed as the light came on. And
then it was dark again. There was a crash and a yell from
Vlad, whose chair had gone over backwards.
"Stay there. And answer questions. We will know if you
In Felix's head, Snidly's voice came to him, relayed by
Snizz. "Ask questions. Vlad will answer, and I will
comment. More dramatic than if you comment.
Felix grunted, and then said, "Oo 'r' oo rkngn fr?"
"What?" was all Vlad had to say.
"What's wrong?" asked Felicia.
"Vv thm 'nm th."
Felix took his thumb out of his mouth, and explained.
"Thumb's bleeding. Making mess. Oh, well." And
then, "Who are you working for?"
"Nobody. Myself. I told you that to begin with."
Vlad's voice came from the floor, behind the table.
"Heeee's lyyyying," Snidly drawled.
"He's working for the government.
" said the voice in
"Ch ggt rrr ywrk ngn ffr?" Felix had his thumb back in his
"It's dripping." Felix had his thumb out again. "Oh,
oops ... messy."
Felicia called to Benga. There was a faint "thump!" on the
table, and Benga's voice came from the darkness, asking for
"Ouch! What are you -- Ow!
" said Felix.
"Done," said Benga.
Whatever she'd done, it had stopped the bleeding.
"You were about to ask Vlad something," Felicia prompted.
"Who are you working -- no, wait, I asked that. Thumb
hurts, hard to focus."
"And my head feels like I was kicked by a mule -- or clobbered by
an orangutan. Let's try to pick up the pace a little."
"Which government did you say you're working for?"
"I'm -- wait -- I didn't say that!"
Snidly said nothing. In the quiet cellar, a faint sound of
snoring could be hear from under the table.
"Snidly, wake up! Or we'll never get out of here!"
Felicia sounded annoyed.
Snidly snorted. Then added, "Lyyyy-ing."
No little voice spoke in Felix's head. He hoped Snizz wasn't
"What part of the KGB are you working for?" Felix asked, taking a
"I'm not with the KGB!" Vlad sounded offended.
"Thank you for a truthful answer," came Snidly's meow. Then
he added, "But we need more than that. Skritch, please
Vlad started yelling. "NO! NO! Get it off me! I'll tell you
"Stop her, Snidly -- what's she doing?" said Felix, in Iemy,
"Skritch is standing on him. Nothing more." Then, in
Continued in Episode 15:
What's in the Box?
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