3- First Kill
"Who's this grill you want me to take care of?" Debbie asked.
Layla hopped out of the back door. Debbie followed Layla into the backyard and through a gap in the fence.
Debbie struggled to get herself onto the porch. A simple charcoal grill sat in the center of the back porch.
The grill lifted his lid. "Is someone there?"
Debbie hid behind a garden hose.
"Come on, Rusty, you can't be jumpin' at every last sound," the grill told himself.
Debbie slithered away from her hiding spot. She undid the latch on her bit case. "Now which one's best for the job?" She picked a large one and fit it in.
Rusty turned around. "Hey! Come out!" He paused. "Must be a raccoon."
Debbie flung herself at Rusty's stand. She coiled around one of the legs.
Rusty strained to look at his assailant. "Are you some kinda mutated snake?"
Debbie paused. "No, I'm not... I'm something worse."
The whine of a drill filled the twilight air. Rusty struggled, but to avail.
Mr. Robinson stepped onto his back porch. His camp stove lay on its side, with several massive holes in the lid and elsewhere.
He shuffled back in. "Stupid kids." He grabbed the phone. "Vandals."
Debbie's audience stared.
"And that's my first kill," Debbie said.
Levi, a Kirby G3, nodded.
"Look, the collection's looking a little empty," Debbie said. "I thought of going searching for things. You never know when Maia or Diana's going to want something."
Aether, a scarred desk fan, hovered over. "Really?"
Debbie looked out the window. "Those houses on the hill have plenty of things I need."