…Sucker?"
Murdock looked over his shoulder slowly. Damn. How did someone wearing 40lbs of gold move so quietly?
BA made a grab for the pilot as Murdock jumped two feet off the chair, fell onto the floor into a roll and took off with BA hot on his heels. Computer-printed paper flew out of Murdock's hand and fluttered around behind him.
"Where you get this, Fool?" BA demanded as he snatched one of the papers out of the air.
Murdock jumped over the couch which was now the only thing separating him from the big, very angry mudsucker. He held his hands up in surrender, a placating smile on his face. "I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about, Big Guy!" Murdock's voice went up a few octaves as he urgently pled his case.
"You gonna see it when I make you eat this paper!" BA snarled as he dove over the couch, snagging the fool's collar.
"Can I finish reading it before I eat it? I really wanna know what happens." Murdock asked innocently.
BA pulled back his fist with a growl as Murdock twisted around, shrugging out of his jacket. Murdock bobbed and weaved and ran out the door, slamming it behind him and screaming for Hannibal and Face.
B.A. scowled at the painted tiger and flung the jacket against the wall. He picked up the rest of the papers, ripping them to shreds. He'd make Murdock eat every last scrap and then he'd figure out how they'd fixed that computer. They were all going to pay for that story!
