Thursday, May 19, 2011

"Why is the smelly evil one here?" thought Fiel, and glanced at el Sombre, their eyes meeting then aiming up at Tay. "I knew I'd seen him before! We must corner him." El Sombre trotted toward the courtyard entrance, then slipped behind the hedge and circled silently back toward their target. Tay and Fiel sauntered casually in the opposite direction. Tay reached into her small bag and located a tiny, powder-filled package, which she pulled noiselessly between her fingers and into the palm of her hand. She loosened the string with one hand and closed in on the target. He sat, strumming the guitar, pretending not to stare. Fiel emerged from the hedge and began suddenly barking loudly at him, baring her teeth. The diversion gave Tay cover to open the package and empty its contents of fine-grained dust toward his face and disappear back into the courtyard, and toward the club entrance, both Fiel and el Sombre at her heels. In a matter of seconds the powder did the trick. He sat fast asleep, guitar in his lap.

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