Rupture in the City
Chapter 4

By Blackdawn-70631 and Shaloni

Joe had grown up on the streets, survivors of the streets had to learn a sixth sense, otherwise they might find a knife in their throat. She felt agitated as she stepped out of the cab, she was certain someone had to be watching her! Looking around as she payed the driver, no one was in sight, and that irritated her more. She didn't like feeling paranoid. Picking up her bags and walked swiftly to the door that led to the hallway of her apartment, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. It had to be paranoia . . . no one was in sight . . .

She forced the thoughts out of her head. That does it! In the morning she and Micheal were leaving, preferably without Jack. Things were too dangerous here now, and they'd be better off if it was just her and Micheal, she was not about to live with one eye over her shoulder again, not over a bunch of aliens. Gazing around again and entered the building, already mentally making plans for the morning.

* * * * *

Prontat stared at the ooman as she spoke to the male inside the devise. She was nicely built for an earth creature, and by her movements she was certainly well versed in fighting, watching her gaze around, eyes trying to pierce through the darkness around, so she sensed them after all . . . though of course her weak eyes wouldn't detect them with their cloaking devices on.

He smirked at the pale skinned female as she strode to her dwelling, she was skilled, but not skilled enough, looking over at 'Awu' asa, impatient to complete their job. 'Awu' asa was good at the hunt, but far too slow for him, he would have rather captured the female here and now, then catch each of the other two before the hour was out. 'Awu' asa probably would too, but she would not move without her master's order. Cijit!

'Awu' asa gave Prontat a glance, wondering what was going on in the fool's mind. As the female entered her dwelling, something bothered her in the back of her mind about the ooman, something was not quite right about her.

She waited patiently for Ser' et-na's orders when they could finally move, she would give the trio of misfits a challenge to remember! Tossing her head about, stretching to loosen battle-tense muscles. This was almost too easy. Why the prior mission to catch these weaklings went so badly, she would not guess. She sat and waited for the opportunity to attack. Glancing at Prontat again, she remembered the need to discipline him for almost revealing them on the cab and gave him a generous blow to the head.

* * * * *

"Turn that off!" Joe yelled, as she made her way into the room.

"What?" Jack demanded, turning from the movie, " It's just Blade, you know, a vampire movie."

"I know it's a vampire movie!" Joe answered looking at Micheal, "I don't want any repeats of the "Interview With a Vampire" incident."

Micheal blushed, or at least his version of blushing, "Geez, Joe, I was a kid! Give me a break!"

"Yeah, a kid as tall as I was hiding under my bed, convinced that I was a bloodsucker, not that you hid so well being my bed was about three inches off the floor!"

Jack laughed. The thought of Micheal hiding from Joe over some corny Brad Pitt movie was comical, then of him hiding under a bed was just plain hilarious. Micheal glarring at him as Jack doubled over in a fit of laughter.

"Like you have room for laughing Jack!" Joe retorted, "The first time you saw Micheal you were on your knees."

"Pleeeeeeeeeaaase! Don't kill me! I come in peace!" Micheal mocked with dramatic sobs, remembering the incident. "I swear I won't tell anyone! Just please dooon't kill meeee!"

Jack turned bright red. "Well I'm sure you've done something stupid too, Joe!"

"I'm smart enough not to act a fool in front of people." Joe replied.

"Except sexy dancing in front of a mirror!"

"MICHAEL!" Reaching her hand in the nearest paper bag grabbing the first thing she found and threw it at him, which just so happen to be a box of doughnuts.

Michael easily caught the box of flying doughnuts, "Mmm . . . snacks!"

* * * * *

Ser' et-na's hunting party was swiftly closing in on the signal, growling with satisfaction on the progress they were making. If things went correctly, they would have the ooman female and ooman raised yautja shortly. 'Awu' asa sent him a brief message about a third ooman male with them, now that would be an irritation, yes the male could easily be apprehended but it was a male, nothing good ever came out of male oomans, exspecially the wild ones. As his party closed in on the location of their prey, he sent Awu'asa the command to attack . . .