A/N: Desertion /will/ continue! I just don't want to carry it on yet, as I can't think of /anything!/ So this weekend, I was on a long bus journey to London, and was wondering what would happen if Macavity took his henchcats on a trip somewhere. Yes, there are human things incorporated that cats wouldn't normally used, but this is Macavity we're talking about. He can do whatever the f*ck he wants. My writing skills aren't so good, though, I'm ill. Anyway, review and all that jazz!
The Hidden Paw stood, alerrt, at the front of the bus, scanning down a list in his hand and calling out the names listed there.
"Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie?" Macavity called, when he reached the calico's place on the register.
The calico twins peeked up from their seats- next to each other, as usual- and grinned. " 'Ere, 'Sah!" The two cats replied in perfect unison, before bobbing back down to sprawl lazily in their seats, with the air of two cats who were too lazy to say anymore.
Macavity gave an absentminded nod, inwardly relieved that the notorious duo were on board. They were always out stealing, and never paid any attention to these mandatory training trips.
The Napoleon of Crime seamlessly carried on with the list, as though his slight muse about the calicos had never happened. Snapping the clipboard shut and throwing it aside, the Hidden paw leant forwards so that his arms were resting on a seat either side of the aisle. His henchcats immediately fell into a respectful silence, apart from Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie. Mentally cursing himself for allowing the two calicos to sit together, the Hidden Paw rolled his eyes.
"MUNGOJERRIE! RUMPLETEAZER!" He called, his voice not even escalating to a furious yell. Macavity never needed to scream to get his anger across. The slightly cool tone to his deep, sleazy voice alerted his henchcats to his imminent and ever growing rage.
Said calico twins fell silent, the latter biting her lip and giggling. With a sharp elbow in her ribs from 'Jerrie, even the famous giggling ceased.
Macavity shot a glare at 'Teazer, acid yellow eyes full of disapproval. Not like Teazer cared he was mad at her- Jerrie was such a high status henchcat, Macavity knew better than to hurt his sister.
"Alright, everyone. Welcome to the annual training trip, where we /all/ go and train together at a different facility that isn't the hideout," Macavity's cold voice filled the coach, more emphasis on the word 'all' to signify the absence of a few missing queens, who were either too lazy to come, or merely just didn't want to.
The henchcats nodded in affirmation, signifying that they indeed knew why they were stuck on the coach for half the day. Mungojerrie shot Rumpleteazer a knowing glance, which she returned in full. The two calicos had a prank up their sleeve; they didn't want to go to this stupid training centre- neither did anyone else. They were just too terrified to voice their lack of willingness to go.
Macavity went on and on about the many rules and regulations of this particular trip, which really weren't any different to the rules that applied to when they were taking up residence in the hideout.
After this long lecture, the ginger tom sat down and started the engine. As soon as the fear and respectful awe that was instilled in every cat by Macavity's presence faded, a ruckus broke out on the bus. Cats were calling to each other from the top of the bus to the bottom, and others were throwing things, along with various other kitten like activities.
From the front of the bus, Macavity sighed, checking the map he'd been given to the new training centre. The tom found it odd that it was supposedly in a different place to usual- not for one moment did he suspect Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer.
The calico cats smirked from where they were sitting, leaning back in their chairs and simultaneously high fiving each other. This was going to be a veeeeeery fun trip.