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Chapter Seven: Those Who Fight and Run Away…
They reappeared in the loft above McGinty's Bar. It took a minute for Lisa to focus, as the tranquilizer was still flowing through her blood and making her concentration waver, but it was wearing off quickly.
There was a growing bruise on Gary's head from the blow he took, so she settled him on the bed and found the bathroom. Soaking a washcloth in cold water, she returned to the unconscious form on the bed and applied the compress to the bruise. He groaned faintly at the touch, but did not wake. Her ankle was throbbing and was probably swollen as well, but she was far more concerned with Gary's well-being than her own.
"Meow!"
Lisa jumped, startled, as an orange tabby cat leaped onto the bed beside Gary. She fixed it with an icy glare. "Where'd you come from?"
The cat regarded her with that "I'm-so-superior" look all cats seem to have. While people were always suspicious of her origins when they could see her wings like he could, animals seemed to just accept it; probably because they viewed the world differently than humans.
"The floor," the cat replied haughtily.
She grunted. "Why is it that all cats seem to have a holier-than-thou attitude? Don't answer that."
The cat tilted his head to one side, then glanced at Gary. "What happened to him?"
Lisa sighed and held her hand over the cold compress. "He got hurt trying to save me. And got himself accidentally injected with a serum made for me."
"He still have the paper on him?"
"Huh?" She then noticed a corner of a newspaper peeking out from underneath Gary's body. Gently, she eased it out and held it so the cat could see. "Yeah, he still has it." Without looking at it, she tossed it on the edge of the bed out of the way.
"You're as dense as he is," said the cat, lounging on the paper.
"Yeah, well, if you haven't noticed, I have other things to worry about than today's news."
"Not today's."
"What?"
The cat simply stood to the side, indicating that she should actually look at the newspaper. Getting increasingly aggravated, she leaned over and picked it up. The headline of the front page was the first thing she noticed. Mostly, because it was about her.
INSTITUTE ESCAPEES APPREHENDED AT LOCAL BAR
Gary Hobson, 39, and an
unidentified female alien life form, both of whom had
previously escaped from the
Chicago Institute for Extraterrestrial Life on Earth,
were recaptured at McGinty's
Bar on West Illinois Street last evening at 10:04PM.
Head of the Institute, Dr. Walter
Von Braun, says, "Now that we have proof aliens
exist, I will use every
resource found in my corporation to study her thoroughly.
She will not escape again."
Von Braun offered no comment on the subject of Hobson.
She stopped reading and her eyes roved to the top of the page; she murmured under her breath, "Hey, this date…this is tomorrow's newspaper. Great Orion…" She looked at the cat.
"That's right," he said. "My human gets tomorrow's newspaper today, and he's out there saving people's lives." He blinked slowly. "And you're both in trouble if you don't get out of here."
Lisa glanced at the clock – 9:59PM. Her ears couldn't pick up anything suspicious, but she could sense they were in very real danger. "Five minutes…they're coming. I know it." She looked at the cat. "What am I supposed to do? They're looking for me, and Gary just gets caught…got caught…will get caught in the crossfire. It's because of me that drug is swimming in his bloodstream right now."
"Feeling a little guilty?"
"More like a lot," she said as the clock ticked another minute closer to doom.
"I'd disappear for a while, if I were you."
It was now or never. Lisa put the paper in her lap and took Gary's hand. "Get ready for the shock of your life, pal…" she said softly, then glared at the cat. "That paper better not bug us while we're gone, otherwise, heads will roll."
The feline merely yawned.
Lisa shut her eyes and teleported, with Gary, out.
End chapter seven.