Though he was thoroughly conversant with conveyances on this primitive mudball, Janx hated these damnable two-wheeled contraptions. But, as the old saying goes, “Needs must when the vornax bites your hindquarters”.
He knew responsibility for the unfortunate disappearance of the Review Committee would be foisted off on him and so he needed to make himself scarce until the furor died down. That was why he’d been forced to contact Gunther.
As a senior Felinoid Science Academy researcher, Gunther had already been on this benighted backwater when Janx first arrived. He had excellent contacts and if anybody could help him, Gunther was the one…for a price.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: a cat's world. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the seventh such and previous installments may be found here.