There he was. That one was perfect. He’d figured right away that this one was homeless. It was far too late out for someone to be lurking around back alleys and scampering around with the rats. From the moniter feed he was getting, she looked far too dirty as well.
Nobody was going to miss her.
This was the perfect opportunity. He needed to meet his deadline, after all.
So, aiming the tractor beam with a steady hand, he flipped his thumb along the switch to turn it on. Sweet dreams.


















