Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. Happy upcoming Fourth of July.
Honestly, I can hardly believe it is July. I hope you enjoy all the right kinds of fireworks. ~wink!~
No fireworks in today's flash scene, or actual violence. Kytaira, my tigress shapeshifter, and Zurroc, her black tiger man, are planning their food heist for the sake of those in need.
Tigress Shapeshifter ~ on second thought a little lesson in carnage
Continued from the week before ~
Zurroc thumbs my palm lazily. He rumbles a knowing laugh when the bio globe I've placed on my lap glows, blazes red, then fills the truck cab with a dazzling light.
"Stop that," I order the globe. "We're supposed to be traveling incognito."
Late night, and Zurroc and I are parked close to a big box store, not far from the border crossing at Windsor, Ontario -- where the truckload of food was refused entry. I've already zapped several cameras, including one red light camera programmed as a moneymaker for Detroit.
"Goldmine to say the least," I say softly to Zurroc, after a more thorough mind-scan.
"Three warehouses full of confiscated items," Zurroc growls above a whisper. Telepathically connected to me, he sees the images in my mind. "Lots of pantry food, so it wouldn't spoil."
"There's room in the van for a lot of it," I murmur. After all, Zurroc and I don't have many Earth possessions, and only a few crucial devices from our homeworld.
"If I followed your scan accurately, there's a black market operation. Looks lucrative."
"I concentrated on the food storage sections. But, yes, I noticed. Lot of action out the back door."
"Do we make the great grocery heist tonight?" Zurroc asks.
"No time like the present. I don't like tunnels," I snarl, referring to the Detroit-Windsor Tunnel that passes beneath the Detroit River.
"No fast getaway on a bridge, either, my tigress. We need another plan like we talked about."
"Silly cub me." I shake my short cap of hair. "When I read that news article I had no clue we'd have to cross a river, a major-artery type of river. There are miles of Big Foot forest along the Canadian border, and I thought..."
Frustration eats at me like the horde of mosquitos we'd encountered earlier. Yet even as I speak an idea forms... a risky plan because I've never done it before.
"The jet," I blurt out. "What does this truck weigh?"
Reluctance in his voice, Zurroc tells me, and I quickly compute the carrying capacity of my invisible jet's fusion beam, a web of energy that captures an enemy, or carries objects.
"You know, even if your jet is capable of lifting this truck... for how long, Kytaira?"
Zurroc is not happy, his tone surly. I don't blame him.
Too late, though. Excitement surges, builds inside me. My tigress blood races as if I bound over the beautiful wildlands of our homeworld.
"If we get off the ground, I'll follow the Ambassador bridge. Set down if... you know my pilot skills."
"Beyond excellent," Zurroc concedes, then turns the key in the ignition. "That means I remain inside the van. Get the motor running if... what about the extra weight once the truck is loaded?"
I take a moment to consider. "Then we make a run for it. And I telepathically holler for assistance from our ET brethren."
I feel Zurroc's scowl more than see it form in my peripheral vision. Still, we're rolling toward the parking lot's exit. "I'll get us as close as possible to the bridge," he grumbles, but it's a fierce grumble.
I nod, and begin removing my clothes. Likely the tigress will be needed. She roars agreement, and her lithe fearsome strength soars through my limbs.
There's a contingency of guards at the three warehouses, both outside and inside. Actually, they're well-armed thugs, because of the illegal drugs shipments that are stored in a fenced off area.
"Only one warehouse," Zurroc sternly commands, as he slowly negotiates through the street traffic.
Purposefully, he doesn't look my way. Our raw carnal desire for each other could interfere with my focus, and his vow to be my stone-cold warrior. Although, I can't help but scent his potent male need.
"Yes, my tiger man," I say, having already decided to tackle only the warehouse with the most usable food stuffs. "I'll land on the freight dock like a cat. Blast the door apart. And we're in."
"Like a cat." Zurroc allows himself a short laugh. "The black helicopters will show. There's a vault of drug cartel money."
"Agreed. Unless we get in and out fast enough. Then disappear... although, on second thought a little lesson in carnage might be just what those corporate, drug-running bastards need."
TUNE IN FOR NEXT WEEK'S FLASH-SCENE EPISODE...
Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance