Dotts: Chapter Four:Finders Keepers

Janey stood at the foot o the hulking oak building, which was gloatingly dubbed ‘The Watchtower.’ Ah, how easy they had made it for her. Janey loved how oak felt in her hands. They had built it from oak because they hadn’t had enough medal for the whole building and avoided brick because of its bumpy surface. So they went with oak.

Janey held her hands up in front of her face. With the slightest effort, wickedly sharp claws easily slid out from her finger tips. She twitched her ears in amusement. Now this would be a fun experience.

Giggling inwardly, Janey sprang, using her powerful legs to propel herself skywards. Once she felt that she wasn’t gaining hight anymore, she gripped the gray-painted oak surface. Janey smiled broadly as she felt her claws pierce deep into the many layers of wood. She had fixed the small medal spikes that she had stolen previously into the bottoms of her shoes, and these were almost as good for climbing as her claws.

Janey streaked stealthily up the length of the building in a few seconds, sleek black tail lashing in anticipation. This was such fun, defying the stupid, overconfident army and stealing their valuables from right underneath their snooty noses.

Soon, she was by the barred window. They thought that this would stop cunning thief such as her. Ah, but once again they were dead wrong. Janey would not be stopped by anything.

She risked a glance into the room located behind the barred glass. A female guard with long brown hair, jeans, and a white shirt was sitting idly on a boney-looking old couch, staring into space and oblivious of Janey’s presence. Janey stifled a laugh. This was only to easy. And surely the glorious army could afford better couches and, for that matter, better guards?

Ah, well. It made it all the more fun! With care, Janey shifted a rusty medal bar. And after the longest time, shifting the bars slowly and carefully, one by one (not that she really needed to, the brainless guard still hadn’t realized that the whole bar frame was slowly sliding off of its post.

With a small squeak, the bars popped off of the window. Carelessly, Janey let them fall to the ground with a muffled thud. Not that she needed to worry, the guard showed no signs of having heard the sound. Still attempting not to laugh (even she would like to have the element of surprise on her side), she flipped off of the wall and crashed through the glass. In the same moment, Janey shot the gun that the guard held out of her hands, and flipped in a certain way the caused her heel to knock the walkie talkie off of the guard’s belt and crush it to sad smithereens with a spiky boot.

After this the guard turned toward Janey, but it was to late and Janey had already won. The guard was unarmed and had Janey’s gun pointing at her full in the face.

“Hands up,” Janey said as she jerked her head in the direction of the ceiling, smiling winningly.

The dumbfounded guard raised her hands, looking terrified. “W-what do you what?” she stuttered.

Janey whipped the neatly raveled climbing rope that was never used for climbing from her belt. She bound the guard in the blink of an eye, smiling and often giggling all the while. Using her tail to search the guard’s jean pockets, she was able to find what she wanted. Her tail emerged curled around a small silver key. Janey casually plucked it from it.

“This, I think,” Janey said, ginning. “Oh, and this.”

Janey quickly slid across the dusty floor of rotted wood; neatly slipped the key into the safe’s lock; swung open the heavy medal door with ease; swept the contents into her brown sack; shut the door to the safe; and pulled out the key in one smooth, speedy movement.

“There we go,” Janey said as she readjusted the bag on her shoulder. “Well, I’ve got time to chat, even with a lowlife guard such as yourself, so if you want to then your welcomed to do so.”

“Who are you?” the guard whispered, still in shock.

“Well who are you,” Janey retorted haughtily. Then she added lightly. “Just kidding! I’m Miss Janey Dotts, but you and your fellow dolts the guards can call me ‘The Black Mau’.”

“What the Black what?” the guard asked, clearly confused. “What is that, French?”

Janey laughed heartily. “No, its the Egyptian word for ‘cat’! Well, house cats, really. Ah, you guards are the same. Stupid, but you think that you know everything in the world. Ha ha ha.”

“We--I am not--” Janey’s captive fumed.

“Well, now, let’s not blow our fuses, shall we?” Janey Dotts said it a ‘tut, tut’ tone, waving her gun as if it were a finger and the bound guard was a naughty child. “Any other questions?”

“Well, what’s the point of stealing from us?” the guard reasoned, momentarily forgetting that she was bound and attempting to shrug.

“It’s fun,” Dotts said simply, laughing in a king of insane way.

“You sick in the brain?” the guard inquired, titling her head and furrowing her brow in a questioning way.

“Nope,” Janey answered, still giggling. She began to spin her gun by the trigger with her pointer finger, staring intently at it with sparking green eyes.

“Where did you get that gun?” the bound guard asked, also staring at it. “I haven’t seen it in any of the safes...”

“That’s ‘cause I made it myself. It’s called the Speedshot,” Dotts said proudly, still examining it. “Ya want me to show you what it does?”

“No!” the guard said quickly, shaking her head in a vigorous manner.

Abut, her foe ignored her efforts. Janey Dotts took aim at the bookshelf and shot it thrice. Speeding, glowing hot bullets embedded themselves into the bookshelf, and soon there was nothing there but a sad pile of ash.

Dotts held her gun to her face and blew off its still smoking tip. The guard gaped at the ash that had used to be a bookshelf. Janey turned suddenly to face the guards, much to her surprise.

“You never told me your name,” Janey said, smiling as always. “Go on, out with it now.”

“My name is Sargent Kat,” the guard told her.

“Huh,” Dotts said, beginning to stride towards the already-broken window. “Well, I’ve lost interest in you, so...ta!”

“Wait!” Kat cried, causing Janey Dotts to halt in mid-stride. “Why aren’t you gonna kill me?”

“Well, if you want me to...,” Dotts raised her eyebrows, shrugged, and pointed her still-smoking gun at Kat.

“No!” Kat said hastily. “I’m just wondering why your leaving me alive.”

“I dunno,” Janey shrugged. “That would be boring and way to easy. Besides, I’m not really evil. I’m just having a bit of fun, y’know? Oh, and by the way, this is mine.”

At that, Dotts untied the rope and summersaulted out of the window, dropping in complete free-fall. She landed with not a sound and slid into the shadows, leaving Kat just as dumbfounded as she had been when the strange girl had come.

-KittyLover8

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