“They’re-z gone-z!” exclaimed Wazp. The broken monocle was also missing. Somewhere along the way, he had subconsciously dropped Kip.

“What?!” Hyssss snarled, whipping around to check. “Where’d they go?!”

“Let-z me-z zee—”

“ATTENTION!!” Tim commanded. His right hand was on his LRP65 gun, ready to draw. Its blue-skinned handle could be seen. The gun was held in place by a leather clip-on holster which also held extra single rounds strapped to the outside of it.

Wazp and Hyssss spun around with contempt in their eyes. How dare a lowly mynah talk to them like that!

“The two of you are under arrest for threatening and assaulting civilians,” declared Tim. “Backup will be arriving shortly. You cannot escape! Revert to your natural forms immediately.” His right hand did not move from his gun.

“You think we’re going to follow your orderss, Misster Keeper?” sneered Hyssss, slithering forward as a threat. “You mynahss have no jurissdiction over uss!!”

There was a click as though a lighter had been lit. A quiet sizzling sound followed, like a firecracker preparing to go off.

PssssSHOO!

Shocked, Hyssss backed up slightly as something splattered on the ground an inch in front of him. Tim had fired a warning shot.

One, he counted mentally, keeping track of his used rounds. The rounds contained liquid Fractite, an element that had been found during the Blood war, approximately eight thousand years ago. Fractite had the ability to freeze Blood, or even kill them; however, the rounds were only designed to incapacitate them temporarily.

Colourless mist wafted up from the ground where the round had exploded upon impact, giving Hyssss an uncomfortable chill. He glared angrily at Tim, who was now pointing his gun at him. Hyssss found the dark blue barrel of the gun to be quite offending.

“Not another slither forward!!” warned Tim. “By the Order of the Mimic’s Creed, Keepers have jurisdiction over all Blood. This is your final warning. Come with me quietly before I have to get rough!”

“Rough-z? I’ll-z zhow-z you-z rough-z!!” Wazp bellowed as he charged at him.

Tim jumped out of the way, retaliating with two shots. Wazp easily dodged the rounds, which exploded behind him, releasing more mist. He chased after Tim, who cursed under his breath.

Those are some crazy reflexes! he thought. He’s faster than the average Blood!

“It’z cold-z!” complained Wazp.

“Don’t let it touch you, *fulu!” warned Hyssss, circling behind Tim.

As Wazp attempted to tackle him, Tim sidestepped out of the way and fired two additional shots. Wazp landed on the ground, unscathed, and rolled away before shooting needles from his hands.

“WHOA!!” shouted Tim. He looked like a posing ballerina — but hardly graceful — as he barely dodged the needles.

Thoze are-z zome-z crazy reflexez! thought Wazp in shock.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” Hyssss barked from behind Tim. His pose was almost identical to Tim’s; he was forced to dodge the needles as well. His plans for a sneak attack had been foiled. “Watch where you’re aiming, fulu!”

“That’z too-z bad-z …” Wazp mumbled to himself, buzzing mischievously when he realized how stupid his partner looked. He was definitely going to tease him about it afterwards.

Wazp’s attention reverted back towards Tim, who was struggling to regain his composure.

“You’re-z dead-z when-z I-z catch-z you-z, mynah-z!!” Wazp declared, rushing aggressively towards him.

Tim was grateful that Wazp liked to announce his plans or he would have been wholly unprepared. He quickly evaded again.

“Quit-z moving-z, *puka-z!” demanded Wazp.

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