"Chain Reaction" Power Failure Book I

by Andrew Draper

Diane set the automatic down on the desk and gazed at Freemont with unconcealed disgust. She pointed toward the door. “You’re damned lucky he didn’t kill you.” she said. “I still can’t believe you shot her, you asshole!”

  Freemont dismissed the insult. “What was I supposed to do? It was tearing me up.”

  Diane went to where Rambo’s body lay in a small puddle of blood. She took Rambo in her hands and turned the limp form over, seeing a second crimson spot on her other side. A small tear escaped her eye as she carried Rambo over to her desk and laid her on top.

  “Nice work. It went right through her.”

  Diane pulled a gray sweater off the coat tree and carefully wrapped it around Rambo’s motionless form. As she went to cover the cat’s face she noticed Rambo’s ears twitch.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped. “She’s still alive!”

  “Are you sure?’ Brent said.

  Diane studied her for a few seconds. “I think so, her ears are moving.” She said excitedly.

  She placed her hand on Rambo’s side and felt for a pulse. “She has a heart beat!”

  Brent walked over to the desk and felt the pulse for himself.

  Diane looked at him, her eyes pleading. “We have to help her.”

  He nodded. “Of course we do.”

  She reached for the phone, hands shaking. “I’ll call her Vet and tell him we’re coming.”

  As she punched the numbers, Brent picked up Rambo and wrapped the sweater closer around the small, still unmoving, body.

  With the one-sided conversation between Diane and the doctor’s office ended, Brent headed toward the door. He turned back to her. “I came in a cab. Do you have a car here?”

  She opened the door for him. “Downstairs, in the south lot.”

  Just as the two were about to leave the room, Freemont piped up. “What about me? You can’t just leave me here.”

  Brent stopped at the door and turned, yelling back over his shoulder at Freemont. “Watch us!”