HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!
Chapter Three
Is Anypawdy There?
The
kitten thrust a paw forward, karate-chopping the droid in the face. It fell
over with a clatter and lay inert on the dusty floor.
“Fluff me!” He whimpered, his severely frazzled
nerves almost burning out as he took a single step back to inspect the thing at
a safer distance.
Relief overwhelmed him as he recognised its
identity; Kitty Droid Seven, Level Eleven. And then he let out a nervous
chuckle as his horrifically frayed nerves began to knit back together, strand
by strand.
He stepped silently around the droid and, using
his claws, cut his way through the gossamer veil, blocking the way forward.
After what seemed like an eternity, but in
reality was only a couple of minutes, the kitten found the door he was looking
for. Typing in a code on the dusty keypad, he prayed to any god that was
listening that this code, the only code he had, would work. Soft beeping sounds
emitted with each tap, and then the door swooshed open.
Emergency lights pinged on, casting a soft blue
light around the circular Control Room, and for the second time in the last
minute, he let the feelings of relief flood through him.
Entering the fabled BBHQ bunker Control Room, the door
swooshed closed, and he headed for Snowie’s Comms Desk. It was covered in dust
and cobwebs, and he batted them away, revealing the keyboard and a headset. The
computer monitor harboured a rather large spider and a web that was so thick it
must have taken years to perfect, but he didn’t have time to waste and promptly
flicked the spider off the monitor and scraped the thick web away, flicking it
to the floor.
“Okay…” he mumbled as he searched for the on button.
“It’s got to be here somewhere!”
His paw glided over the desk, then the monitor surround but
there was nothing. Taking a deep breath and squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to recall the blueprint for the Control Room, and as the images flicked through his mind like a photo reel on nitrous, he found it and chuckled. “Oh, Snowie, when I finally meet you, I’m going to say; it’s under the desk on the right side, just out of reach!”
Pressing the button, he mentally willed the computer to boot
up. There was still power in the bunker, but would it be enough, or was it just
for emergency lighting and door functions? He was about to find out.
The kitten reached a slow count of fifteen when the hard
drive whirred to life. “Thank fluff for that!” he said through a long exhale.
It took another five minutes for the screen and keyboard to
light up, and he sat back in the chair and waited until a passcode prompt
appeared on the screen and typed in Ninety-Echo-Delta-Six, as he couldn’t use
the built-in paw print reader. The computer whirred noisily again, and the
kitten stared at the screen. Finally, a picture of all The B Team displayed on
the screen, showing them armed to the teeth with more guns than the military,
and the kitten beamed, feeling happiness surge forward and fill his soul, which
had felt barren and lonely for so long.
Tears unexpectedly streamed down his cheeks as his paw
reached out to the tabby cat in the middle of the picture. “Great Uncle Basil!”
he choked the words out as his little white paw touched the screen, connecting
with the tabby’s face. “Where are you?”
“Unauthorised access to Comms Desk Computer,” a disembodied
voice said.
The kitten fell off the chair in shock, and the chair rolled
into the circular desk behind him with a bang.
“Who’s that?” he asked as he slid under the desk.
“I am Vera 5.0,” the voice said. “I am the last incarnation
of the BBHQ Bunker A.I., and who are you?”
The kitten scrambled to his paws, cleared his throat, and
said in a shaky voice. “I am Melvyn, and I need to find Great Uncle Basil
stat!”
**AND CUT**
Guys, mew know how we roll, so many apologies to cut it right there, but we will say, mew'll never guess what happens next - sorry to be a tease! MOL
If mew would like to read Chapter 3, let us know in the comments, as we've got a feeling this is going to evolve into quite the story. However, if mew want to see where it goes, we'll gladly continue a chapter a week, but that is up to mew.
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