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“I think a stakeout is in order.” Tom grabbed the keys to the 1967 Mustang.
Quickly the pair drove to the main processing plant for the city water supply. Parking on a nearby service road overlooking the plant they took up watching for any unusual signs of activity.
After an hour Freddie opened the car door and stepped out. “I need to stretch my legs.” He strolled to the back of the car and worked some of the kinks out of his system. He stopped as a sudden feeling of being watched came over him. Looking around all he could see were some squirrels in the nearby trees.
Freddie was about to get back in the car but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He detected movement in the grass nearby. Instantly his body went on full alert. His training in the Golden Monkey Lotus clan heightened his senses and put his body in reaction mode.
From out of the grass the squirrels darted forth. They aimed directly at Freddie.
“Holy cow! A squirrel attack!”
Freddie went into full battle mode. He darted to the side as the first squirrel lept at his face. He did a backflip as two more launched themselves at him. He snagged another one out of the air as it jumped at him, jaws open revealing sharp tiny teeth. The squirrel latched on to his arm with all four paws as it tried to plunge those teeth into Freddie’s hand.
Freddie rolled onto the back of the car and onwards to the top. Tom started to open his door but Freddie reached down and slammed it closed again. “Don’t get out! These are Death Squirrels!”
The rest of the squirrels were already scrambling onto the car, their little claws scratching the paint as they came. Freddie did a backflip off the top of the car and landed on the ground. He wildly shook his arm trying to dislodge the squirrel. He grabbed it by the scruff of the neck with his other hand, just in time to pluck another squirrel in mid-air as it jumped at his face. He blocked several more of the Death Squirrels using his elbows and knees as they tried to gain purchase on him.
Tom rolled down the window of the Mustang. “Freddie, pull!”
Freddie saw that Tom had his pistol and immediately knew what Tom meant. Spinning around to get some momentum as well as avoid the squirrels at his feet, Freddie tossed the two squirrels he held into the air. Tom expertly fired two rounds, one at each squirrel. Both shots hit their mark and the squirrels fell to the ground, still.
Freddie flipped his foot up as another squirrel started crawling up his leg. Like a soccer ball the squirrel flew into the air. Freddie snagged it and tossed it into the air. Again Tom fired and the squirrel fell motionless to the ground.
One of the squirrels scrambled up the driver’s side door, surprising Tom.