Chapter 15
"Ok so you pulled me away from my important work for…?" Panthro wondered. The group had met up in the Conference Room close to dawn. Some were headed back on shift and others were headed to bed.
"Last night we got some info that we figured would be important," Mandora said.
"So what did you find?" Lion-O asked.
"The Mutant ship sent light signals to the Lair. The signals came from the back of the ship so it seems that not everyone on board is on the same page," Slythe said.
"You think it's your friend?" Cheetara wondered.
"Hard to say. Hopefully the rumors of her death were wrong," the Mutant told her.
"But whoever it was, they made the attempt to contact the Lair, while the others were playing hardball," Tygra spoke up.
"Dissension amongst the ranks. We can use that," Lea said.
"Oh I agree but how?" Ben-Gali raised the question.
"That would be the issue but I have an idea," Slythe said. Mandora gave him a look and Lion-O did not miss it.
"Why do I have a feeling that I don't like where this is headed?" The Lion raised an eyebrow.
"Probably because it's dangerous," Corporal Simmons was already on the same page.
"If I walk out of the Lair, hands up, no weapons, and say I surrender, then let's see what they would do. You can train the Lair's weapons on the ship; they make a move, blast them. Just to disable the ship. We get them on the ground; we can sort out what they want and why they decided to take their lives in their own hands," Slythe explained.
"And if they shoot you on the spot?" Pumyra raised an eyebrow.
"Well then you guys haven't lost anything. Besides better they take pot shots at me and not at the Lair. Those Evil Chasers are at least five days out and the Feliner is at least two days out. If we force their hand…" Slythe was a brilliant strategist. If the people inside the ship didn't know about the signals that had been sent, they may not de-cloak but if they truly thought that they were getting what they wanted, then they might let their guard down.
"I don't like it but it might be the only way to find out what is going on. This entire situation is weird and I don't see them being patient enough to wait for our back up to arrive," Lion-O heaved a sigh.
"Snowman is bringing up more supplies, right?" Panthro asked.
"Correct. He said that space debris lands on the mountain at least twice a year. He collects it in case it might be useful. He should be here by nine am," the King explained.
"Well that explains the mess that came out of the sky six months ago," Panthro said.
"Apparently, there is something about that place. That Thundrillium meteor seemed to be attracted there too," Tygra frowned.
"Another planet anomaly but one that works in our favor. Though that doesn't really explain the change in the subject," Cheetara spoke up.
"Give me and the Berbils one more day. We're not done with the Feliner, we go off half-cocked and try Slythe's plan," the Panther offered.
"Whoever is on board has waited this long, I don't think one more day would be a terrible ordeal. Slythe, do you think you could contact the ship again? Or would they get suspicious?" Lion-O wondered.
"I think that could put our contact in danger. As it is, we didn't get many details from them," Slythe said.
"What message did you get exactly?" Lynx-O spoke up. He'd been just intently listening to the entire conversation.
"Save yourself," the Mutant said, swallowing hard.
To Be Continued…