A.N.: If you haven't read the Beka Cooper books, this story will seem kinda confusing because of my word choice. It's Corus street cant.
Me and Mattes were out on watch. It had been pretty easy thus far-no hobblings. And then we heard a mot's yelling. "Filthy girl, get out of my house! Guards!" We ran to her. She was an middle-aged mot squeezing a younger mot's, one roughly my own age, shoulder. "Guards, this girl was in my house."
"I'll thank ye to stop calling me a gixie," the girl retorted. Broad street cant. The girl was slender and blue-eyed, pretty. She was dressed somewhat similar to myself, but for the shoes. We wore boots, and she was in these odd leather shoes (A.N.: these are, in our world, jazz shoes. :))
Mattes took over. "We'll take it from here. Don't worry, your house is safe." The mot looked suspicious at us, but surrendered the girl.
"Thank ye," she said. "That's the one downside to being a Cat-a spy-no one knows why you're in their house, and they get all defensive. I'm Sabby, by the way. Sabby Warner. And ye are...?"
"Mattes Tunstall. Beka Cooper. You say you're a Cat? We was told those were but legends, but here's one either in the flesh or lying through her teeth."
A.N.: I have to go now...I'm actually in English class, and not sure if I'm allowed to be on here at all. I'll put more soon!