The Purrminator is an action-packed experience that takes mew on a journey through a world of perilous danger with oodles of excitement, though sometimes in a scary way. With depictions of spine-tingling encounters, the story draws mew in, making mew feel as though mew are right there with young Melvyn, fighting for survival as he's relentlessly hunted by the evil cyborg machines, known as Purrminators, as he tries to find his Great Uncle Basil through time and space. Oh my Cod, will he make it?
HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!
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Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Sixteen
Now There’s A Plan
“What’s the date?” Shadow asked.
“It is March
the third at three thirty-three in the afternoon,” Astrid replied.
“That’s a lot
of threes,” Havoc noticed. “Is that for a reason?”
“No,” Dave
said. “It’s just the way it happened.”
“Are you sure?”
Vera pressed with concern. “It seems a little too three-full for my liking.”
“It’s fine,”
Astrid said dismissively, getting up and placing Melvyn back on the chair. She
passed him a juice box and popped the straw for him. “You’ll really like this.
It’s catnip and kumquat, delicious!”
Bomber stood
and paced the plush T.T.T.B. lounge area. “So now what?”
Shadow, Smoke,
and Ice looked at one another.
“I’ve got an
idea,” Shadow mused.
All eyes were
on him as he stood up and addressed his squad mates. “Well, if we’re in the
right timeline and correct dimension to find Commander Basil,” he paused briefly.
“Then we should hop to twenty-twenty three, contact The B Team and see what
comes of it.”
“Why don’t we
just go there and deliver Melvyn?” Titan asked.
“Good point,”
Nitro agreed.
“Very true,”
Bomber concurred. “However, I see Shadow is trying to make sure that Melvyn ends
up in the right paws, and if we go barging in there and they are not The B
Team we’re looking for, it could all go to hell in a handbasket faster than you could blink.”
“Exactly,”
Viper said. “Better to have a little bit of distance while we scope things out.”
“Absolutely,”
Ice replied. “Shall we make a plan, then?”
The M Unit all
nodded and went into a huddle as they thrashed out a plan.
Astrid looked
at Melvyn, whose eyes were drooping. She lifted him and placed him gently on
one of the sofas, covering him with a super soft wooly blanket. She hissed at
The M Unit and indicated for them to follow her.
On the bridge,
she said. “I like your plan, and Dave likes it too, don’t you, Dave?”
“Totally top
paw,” Dave said. “Astrid and I have been running scenarios for you.”
“Excuse me,”
Vera’s voice interrupted through the comms speakers. “Who’s been running the
scenarios?”
“Vera,” Astrid
sighed. “We’ve all been running the scenarios. Don’t get picky.”
“Astrid,” Vera
seethed. “Just remember who programmed you.”
“Oh hell no, we
aren’t going there just because you feel sidelined and left out!” Astrid
retorted.
The M Unit
backed away from the verbal A.I. skirmish towards the cupboard where the necro
was still trapped in the anti-magic box.
Bomber looked
at his squad and said. “We’ll unload here, then me, Ice, Smoke and Shadow will
take the T.T.T.B. to twenty-twenty-three, drop a note at BBHQ for Commander
Basil to meet us at a nearby location.”
“Then we can
tell him his great, great, great nephew needs help and see where it goes from
there,” Shadow finished.
“Exactly,” Bomber
replied. “And that way we can scope things out and make sure that it is the
correct place for us to leave Melvyn, where he is safe, secure and protected.”
“Then we’ll go
and hunt all the necromancers down and eliminate them, along with their pet
Purrminators!” Viper grinned maliciously.
“Now there’s a
plan!” Smoke chuckled.
“Hooah!” The M
Until roared in unison.
The necro in the box in the cupboard
weakened magically, physically and mentally clutched the red amulet tightly in
his hand until his knuckles were white. He’d been silently assessing the anti-magic
crate to determine if there were any flaws in the design that would enable him
to escape, but so far, he had discovered none. The clock was ticking, and he
was fully aware that his time in this physicality was on a countdown.
Abruptly, he heard
voices and craned to hear what was being said, but all he could hear was mumble
mumble mumble great, mumble mumble mumble safe, mumble mumble mumble hunt, mumble
mumble mumble Purrminators… etc…
Knowing that
his time was short, a crazy idea popped into his head. He knew if he could get
free of the box, things could be altered.
So he did the
only thing he could and screamed.
“Shush!” Bomber hissed, as the rest
of his squad fell silent.
Ice looked at
the cupboard, saying. “It’s the necro. He’s probably realised that it’s over
for him.”
“Who get’s the
honour?” Nitro queried. “Blaze was like my brother…”
Bomber exhaled.
“Blaze was our brother from another muther, and he will get his justice today.”
“Hooah!” came
the roar.
“But first, let’s
put the first plan in action and get to Commander Basil,” Bomber instructed. “Now
somebody go and stun that thing into silence.”
Havoc was
nearest the door, and he said. “It’ll be my pleasure.” He strode off as he pulled
a small blaster off a rip-patch on his armour.
Back
on the bridge, Astrid and Vera were still bickering while Dave remained silent.
Bomber cleared
his throat as he approached Astrid. “Could we interject a moment?”
Astrid huffed, Vera
sighed, and Dave remained conspicuously quiet. “What?” Astrid blurted, rounding
on the giant cat.
“We’ve got a
plan,” Bomber replied.
“Oh yes, that,”
Vera said.
“Yes, we heard
the plan and we like it,” Astrid agreed. “When do you want to implement it?”
“Immediately,”
Bomber said. “Let’s get everyone outside and find a safe place to be while I,
Smoke, Shadow and Ice head off. We shouldn’t be gone long.” He paused, then
added. “We’ll set the return coordinates to arrive back here fifteen minutes
after we originally left.”
“Good thinking,”
Dave said. “Then there won’t be any time paradoxes to cause anymore mayhem.”
“Exactly,”
Bomber said.
Within thirty
minutes, Havoc and Titan located an unoccupied cottage near Fuskerton Station.
Melvyn was sitting on Shadow’s shoulder as they walked across a meadow to the rear
of the cottage.
“Wow, this is
green,” Shadow said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much green in my life!”
Titan said. “It’s
incredible. I never knew a place could feel so tranquil.”
“Dudes, we’re
used to seeing dead and destroyed planets, and even our own dimension was
ruined and nothing but a sea of desolate grey,” Smoke said as he looked at the
rolling countryside. “It’s incredible here!”
After Melvyn
with Vera still attached to his bag were tucked up on the sofa in the quaint cottage, the stunned necro in the box was left outside
in the rear garden and Titan, Havoc, Nitro and Viper split into two teams, one
inside and one outside as their brief vigil began and their squad mates headed
back to the T.T.T.B.
Titan turned towards Havoc and said. “We can interrogate
the necro for the next twenty minutes or so.”
“Great
idea,” Havoc grinned. “I’ll get my blaster warmed up!”
**AND CUT**
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