Janx was most displeased to have barely settled into the squalid Felinoid headquarters before sensing the aggressive psychic probes. His people couldn’t possibly have found him this quickly without…assistance. Though he couldn’t spare the time now, he swore that duplicitous bastard Gunther would pay for his treachery.
Bursting out of the warehouse, he found himself on the docks. How cliché a choice of locations for a bunch of trumped up house pets! Assaulted by blinding sunshine and nearly rendered insensate by the appalling stench of fish, he realized his only hope lay in camouflage. A frenzied molecular transformation later, Janx thought he made a rather convincing-looking sea bass. Or did he?
Too late, he realized the little girl peering so intently at him was anything but what she appeared to be. His worst suspicions were realized when he heard the voice from his past.
“Why Janx, fancy meeting you here!”