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Cyndia stood up as Thestern’s frantic motions slowed down and finally stopped. “Is he dead?”
Murdock pulled away from the Odrichan. “No, nearly unconscious.” The face sculpted in the orange smiled. “My faith in you was not misplaced.”
“I was lucky.”
“There is no such thing as luck,” Murdock said. “It is a conglomeration of factors that need you to fit them together. Others call it luck because they don't realize you are the deciding factor.”
“Is my dog okay?” Billy shut the sliding glass door. He ran to the dog pen, and pulled out the fuzzy white puppy. He hugged it while staring at them.
“Your dog is fine, he just didn’t like us fighting.” Cyndia smiled. “Did your parents hear anything?”
“Just Tiger barking. They’re watching a movie. Is that the cop from outer space?”
“Yeap. We caught the bad guy and he’s going to an outer space prison.”
Murdock grunted as he slid under Thestern’s body and lifted it up. “We need to get him secured.”
“Right. You better get inside, Billy. And this is our secret.”
“Cool. Bye Cyndia, bye Mr. Outer space cop.”
#
Murdock had sent the camera robot flying back to the saucer, but he had forgotten about his vidplayer. Cyndia was sent home after Thestern was secured in the saucer, which was actually okay with here, she needed to pack. Murdock wouldn’t leave the vidplayer behind.
She hid the trunk out in the woods between Mrs. Baton’s house and the saucer that night. The vidplayer she set on the wood side of the hedge that morning when she left to hide with her trunk.
He left to go find it and she watched him go. He would probably be upset that she wasn’t there to say good-bye but he probably wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. She hefted her trunk. After all, he had a prisoner to get back to prison.
Cyndia dropped the trunk in the storage room, and made sure the door was closed. She laid down next to the trunk. And there she waited until the throbbing noise under the metal plates grew louder and lulled her to sleep.
#
Nearly ten hours had passed when she woke up again. Taking the chance that ten hours away from Earth was too far to turn around, she left the storage room. Murdock was in the main room of the saucer, standing behind his desk in a relaxed blob, typing on the vidplayer with ten outstretched tentacles. “Hi, Murdock.”
A ripple moved through his translucent body before the face formed to look at her. “I should have anticipated this development.”
Her foot scuffed against the floor. “You sound like me being here is a bad idea.”
“It is! There are guidelines in dealing with primitive….”
“Primative! You didn’t think I was primitive when you needed my help.” She planted her hands on her hips.
“They are as much for your protection as it is….”
“Oh that’s a load of crap. You said you had faith in me. That’s all gone now that I want to be what you are.” Cyndia folded her arms and stared at the metal floor.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to be an agent like you. And now you’re telling me there’s some rule that I can’t. No different from anything else in my life.” She kicked the floor again.
His face frowned in puzzlement. “You want to be an agent?”
“You can’t take me back, Murdock. I know I need training, but I have a knack for detecting, don’t I? I’ve wanted to be is a detective for as long as I can remember. Don’t send me back.” She balled her fists at her sides. She couldn’t look at him.
Murdock slid over to stand besides her. “Well we can’t have a perspective trainee sleeping in the storage room.” He started forming into a humanoid shape as he moved toward the hallway. “Regulations be castigated. You have too much talent to waste on that planet.”
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