Date:         Mon, 17 Feb 1997 05:10:18 -0000
From: merideth <merideth@SOUND.NET>
Subject:      Re: INT: HWY 41

Reserved: Deputy Sheriff Colleen Dwight
          Judy, the alien cat

use 'em, but don't change or kill 'em.

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The cool night air carried the staccato sound of the automatic weapon to
the tortoise shell cat stalking her evening meal.  Her ears pricked alert
and the field mouse she was stalking got a new lease on life.  Damn.  Can
it be starting again?  She had to know.

On swift padded feet, Judy raced across the darkened hillside, and
through the culvert leading to the diner she had staked out as her home
away from home so long ago.  She wasn't as young as she should be for a
fight, but she hoped experience would make up for any lack.  These humans
did still surprise well, and were amazingly weak for their size.

She neared the location she thought the shots were coming from, and
slowed to a crouching walk that carried her within eyesight, and sank to
the ground to watch the action.  A human, smelled like a female, was
stealthily approaching another human, who smelled male.  A third lay dead
on the ground, and the sweet scent of blood made her nostrils flare.

Suddenly, the man noticed the woman, and swung around, laying his weapon
across her head.  She fell with a soft thud, and then everything was
quiet.  Judy moved in for a better look.  With her dark natural
coloration, she knew she wouldn't be seen by the man, who was dragging
the limp form to a car.  He stuffed the woman in the back seat, and went
after the corpse.  While he was occupied muscling the body into the
trunk, Judy slipped into the car and hid under the seat.  She didn't know
what he had in mind for the woman, but she figured it wasn't something
she could just ignore, and maybe there would be an opportunity down the
road where she could help the lady out.

>From:        Robyn Harris, Robyn_Harris@post.wesleyan-college.edu
>
>I hate to do this, but I am reserving Colleen.  So use her, but don't
>change or
>kill her.
>
>*********
>Deputy Sheriff Colleen Dwight drove her Bronco along the dusty flat
>asphalt of
>Highway 41.  All had been quiet lately, after all the murders had just
>stopped,
>and nothing much seemed to happen out here anyway.  She cruised along the
>highway listening to the classic rock station KHWY 93.1.  "Hotel California"
>droned in the background as she let her thoughts slip to the denouement of
>the
>old murder cases.
>
>The last anyone heard of the murders, a strange Red Toyota was driving off
>over
>the New Mexico State Line.  It held three women, two men, a cat, and a man
>dressed like Santa.
>
>Colleen shook her head.  Sometimes the stories got crazy.  the next thing you
>know, someone would be saying the same car crash landed in Roswell.
>
>She turned off on the exit to "Princeton, Arizona, Pop. 281."  Colleen drove
>into town, kicking up dust behind her Bronco.  She would stop for a burger in
>the diner and then head back to HQ in Earner.  She pulled up in front of the
>diner that hadn't changed much since the fifties, and stopped the car.
>She was
>about to go in when she heard a sound like an automatic weapon.
>
>She drew her gun and opened the car door.  she heard the sound again.  She
>dropped to the ground and listened once more, moving toward the area the
>sound
>had come from.
>
>**********


Merideth

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