The Hand of Fate
CHAPTER SIX
About an hour or so later.
Inside the Detorri's kitchen, a timer by the stove went off. "Dinner's ready!" Shane announced as she walked over to the stove, oven mitts ready.
Frank swallowed hard. He wasn't entirely sure about this whole tofu deal Shane had going, but he was willing to try anything for his daughter- she was doing this for his health.
Slowly, Frank sauntered into the kitchen. Shane had just laid the tofu casserole on the table, and it looked. well, it did look kinda interesting. Smelled that way, too.
Just then, Shane walked in with two dinner plates, forks, and butter- knives. "Hey, Dad," she said, handing him his plate and utensils. "Here you go- I hope you like my casserole."
Nodding, Frank thought, 'Me too.'
Inside Frank.
The arteries of Frank's shoulder seemed quiet for the most part. Nothing interesting seemed to be happening, since life was going on as it normally should.
Suddenly, a cry of alarm came from a lone yard. A quick, dark figure tore through the streets like he was on fire. Something had scared the heck out of him, and whatever it was suggested the appearance of a large, terrifying creature.
An old hag looked outside her window, chuckling as the figure ran from her yard. "That pest won't be back for weeks," she remarked. "It's a good thing I went down to the pound today and got my little Zippy."
As the woman walked over to her phone to call the immunity forces, a small pup-shaped blob trotted inside and rested at her feet. He needed a pat on the head after that boy wouldn't play with him.
Leah unlocked the door to her apartment and walked inside. "Well, this is my place," she said. "It's not very luxurious, and it's a mess in a few rooms, but I manage on the budget I have."
Aimee slowly followed Leah and looked around. "I like it," she complimented. "It reminds me of my home. My mom always nags me and my brother about how our rooms looked like chicken pox coops, even when there's only a small toy laying in the corner. Still, she loves us, and she has good intentions, like a good mother does."
Nodding, Leah briefly reminisced of her younger years. Her mother was never too worried about how her room looked, but she always wanted to see her busy with something, anything at all! From her mandatory homework to the optional extra credit reports, she had a mother who constantly made sure that she was a hard worker and hard at work. Perhaps that was why she was a good secretary for former Mayor Phlemming and an excellent accountant for Mayor Colonic.
Remembering that, Leah showed Aimee into the kitchen. "Aimee, I'm very sorry to have to leave you here," she apologized, "but I have to get back to work, and Ozzie and Drix are busy tracking down a kidnapper. I have an extra meal in the fridge, and I'm leaving my cell phone and office numbers here for you- call if you need anything. If you're bored, I've got a television and books you can use. I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"
Laughing, Aimee nodded. "Yeah, Ms. Estrogen," she replied politely. "I'll be fine- I just hope I'm not bothering you."
Leah put a hand on Aimee's shoulder. "Don't worry, Aimee," she reassured. "Call me Leah, and you're not burdening me. Believe me, I'd spend the day with you if I could, but I've got my work, and they won't let children your age in the office."
"I understand," Aimee responded. "You better get going, then."
Agreeing, Leah pointed out a few more things before walking out and locking the door behind her.
Ozzie and Drix sauntered into the station. The chief wanted to see them again, but this time, it sounded like good news.
When they walked into the chief's office, they noticed something oddly different about the room. Sitting right next to the chief's desk was a huge dog cell, apparently from the German Shepherd variety. It looked like the very breed it came from, except for it's translucent blue membrane (very much like Ozzie's) and lack of legs.
"Hey, Chief," Ozzie greeted, looking at the dog cell warily. "Is. is that your dog?"
"No, Jones," the chief replied. "For now, it's your dog."
Suddenly, the dog cell stood (or rather, floated). Eyes wide and tongue hanging out, it leaped right on top of Drix. As the cold pill stood in shock, the dog simply barked happily and began kissing him almost uncontrollably.
Cocking his eyebrows, Ozzie first looked at the dog and then at the chief. "You're joking, right?" he asked in disbelief. "There is no way in Frank that thing is a immunity dog cell. Sure, it's pretty intimidating, but it's acting like its a little puppy. That dog belongs to a family, not the immunity force!"
The chief shook his head. "That's what I thought, too," he replied, "but since every other immunity dog is either in use or retired, they brought over a trainee. In this case, however, it shouldn't be a problem- apparently, the kidnapper you're looking for is terrified of dogs."
Once the dog had grown tired, it stumbled over Drix and laid down to take a nap. Letting out a yawn, it rolled over on its belly in hopes of a tummy rub.
"Are you sure that this is the kind of dog we can use?" Drix asked as he rubbed the hapless dog's belly. "Osmosis does have a point- it doesn't seem to have any vicious tendencies."
"Listen," the chief said, "the cell who gave me this tidbit is an old woman who lives in a rundown shack with a three month old cell of a Golden Retriever puppy. Her story is this- the kidnapper was coming after the grand-daughter of a friend of hers, who was playing with the pup at the time. Just before the kidnapper gets a hold of her, he sees the pup and runs two inches from the yard, screaming like a madman."
Ozzie and Drix stared at the chief in incredulity. The kidnapper was that afraid of a puppy?! Keep in mind that two inches is almost twenty miles for a cell.
The dog cell awoke, standing and ramming his body against the chief's desk in affection. He loved his new pals, and he wanted them to know it.
Bending down, Ozzie grabbed the dog cell's collar and looked at its tag. "Dog #97 of Squad #12- 'Sergeant'," he read aloud, letting go of the beast's collar. "Well, the name doesn't fit his personality, but we'll take him for a few days."
As Sergeant barked in approval, the chief handed Ozzie some coupons. "Here's something you might need- coupons for dog food," he said. "I'd get some toys for him, too- unless, that is, you like the idea of midnight frisbee."
As Drix lead Sergeant outside the chief's office, Ozzie rolled his eyes. 'This is ridiculous,' he thought. 'I'm that dog's dog, when it should be the other way around!'
CHAPTER SIX
About an hour or so later.
Inside the Detorri's kitchen, a timer by the stove went off. "Dinner's ready!" Shane announced as she walked over to the stove, oven mitts ready.
Frank swallowed hard. He wasn't entirely sure about this whole tofu deal Shane had going, but he was willing to try anything for his daughter- she was doing this for his health.
Slowly, Frank sauntered into the kitchen. Shane had just laid the tofu casserole on the table, and it looked. well, it did look kinda interesting. Smelled that way, too.
Just then, Shane walked in with two dinner plates, forks, and butter- knives. "Hey, Dad," she said, handing him his plate and utensils. "Here you go- I hope you like my casserole."
Nodding, Frank thought, 'Me too.'
Inside Frank.
The arteries of Frank's shoulder seemed quiet for the most part. Nothing interesting seemed to be happening, since life was going on as it normally should.
Suddenly, a cry of alarm came from a lone yard. A quick, dark figure tore through the streets like he was on fire. Something had scared the heck out of him, and whatever it was suggested the appearance of a large, terrifying creature.
An old hag looked outside her window, chuckling as the figure ran from her yard. "That pest won't be back for weeks," she remarked. "It's a good thing I went down to the pound today and got my little Zippy."
As the woman walked over to her phone to call the immunity forces, a small pup-shaped blob trotted inside and rested at her feet. He needed a pat on the head after that boy wouldn't play with him.
Leah unlocked the door to her apartment and walked inside. "Well, this is my place," she said. "It's not very luxurious, and it's a mess in a few rooms, but I manage on the budget I have."
Aimee slowly followed Leah and looked around. "I like it," she complimented. "It reminds me of my home. My mom always nags me and my brother about how our rooms looked like chicken pox coops, even when there's only a small toy laying in the corner. Still, she loves us, and she has good intentions, like a good mother does."
Nodding, Leah briefly reminisced of her younger years. Her mother was never too worried about how her room looked, but she always wanted to see her busy with something, anything at all! From her mandatory homework to the optional extra credit reports, she had a mother who constantly made sure that she was a hard worker and hard at work. Perhaps that was why she was a good secretary for former Mayor Phlemming and an excellent accountant for Mayor Colonic.
Remembering that, Leah showed Aimee into the kitchen. "Aimee, I'm very sorry to have to leave you here," she apologized, "but I have to get back to work, and Ozzie and Drix are busy tracking down a kidnapper. I have an extra meal in the fridge, and I'm leaving my cell phone and office numbers here for you- call if you need anything. If you're bored, I've got a television and books you can use. I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"
Laughing, Aimee nodded. "Yeah, Ms. Estrogen," she replied politely. "I'll be fine- I just hope I'm not bothering you."
Leah put a hand on Aimee's shoulder. "Don't worry, Aimee," she reassured. "Call me Leah, and you're not burdening me. Believe me, I'd spend the day with you if I could, but I've got my work, and they won't let children your age in the office."
"I understand," Aimee responded. "You better get going, then."
Agreeing, Leah pointed out a few more things before walking out and locking the door behind her.
Ozzie and Drix sauntered into the station. The chief wanted to see them again, but this time, it sounded like good news.
When they walked into the chief's office, they noticed something oddly different about the room. Sitting right next to the chief's desk was a huge dog cell, apparently from the German Shepherd variety. It looked like the very breed it came from, except for it's translucent blue membrane (very much like Ozzie's) and lack of legs.
"Hey, Chief," Ozzie greeted, looking at the dog cell warily. "Is. is that your dog?"
"No, Jones," the chief replied. "For now, it's your dog."
Suddenly, the dog cell stood (or rather, floated). Eyes wide and tongue hanging out, it leaped right on top of Drix. As the cold pill stood in shock, the dog simply barked happily and began kissing him almost uncontrollably.
Cocking his eyebrows, Ozzie first looked at the dog and then at the chief. "You're joking, right?" he asked in disbelief. "There is no way in Frank that thing is a immunity dog cell. Sure, it's pretty intimidating, but it's acting like its a little puppy. That dog belongs to a family, not the immunity force!"
The chief shook his head. "That's what I thought, too," he replied, "but since every other immunity dog is either in use or retired, they brought over a trainee. In this case, however, it shouldn't be a problem- apparently, the kidnapper you're looking for is terrified of dogs."
Once the dog had grown tired, it stumbled over Drix and laid down to take a nap. Letting out a yawn, it rolled over on its belly in hopes of a tummy rub.
"Are you sure that this is the kind of dog we can use?" Drix asked as he rubbed the hapless dog's belly. "Osmosis does have a point- it doesn't seem to have any vicious tendencies."
"Listen," the chief said, "the cell who gave me this tidbit is an old woman who lives in a rundown shack with a three month old cell of a Golden Retriever puppy. Her story is this- the kidnapper was coming after the grand-daughter of a friend of hers, who was playing with the pup at the time. Just before the kidnapper gets a hold of her, he sees the pup and runs two inches from the yard, screaming like a madman."
Ozzie and Drix stared at the chief in incredulity. The kidnapper was that afraid of a puppy?! Keep in mind that two inches is almost twenty miles for a cell.
The dog cell awoke, standing and ramming his body against the chief's desk in affection. He loved his new pals, and he wanted them to know it.
Bending down, Ozzie grabbed the dog cell's collar and looked at its tag. "Dog #97 of Squad #12- 'Sergeant'," he read aloud, letting go of the beast's collar. "Well, the name doesn't fit his personality, but we'll take him for a few days."
As Sergeant barked in approval, the chief handed Ozzie some coupons. "Here's something you might need- coupons for dog food," he said. "I'd get some toys for him, too- unless, that is, you like the idea of midnight frisbee."
As Drix lead Sergeant outside the chief's office, Ozzie rolled his eyes. 'This is ridiculous,' he thought. 'I'm that dog's dog, when it should be the other way around!'