Juniper, Kelkathian, and Azdekious are part of my Dragons Next Door setting; its landing page is here.
This story is directly after Team D.
“What’s the big deal? She’s a rich kid.”
Kelkathian stood on kel’s toes and shot Azdekious a glance. The driver still wasn’t getting it. This could be a problem. They had an unconscious kid they’d contracted to protect, an immensely important unconscious kid, a panicking backup guy, and a dumb driver.
The situation could be a lot worse, of course; any of them in the front could know what they were doing.
“The big deal.” The backup guy coughed. “The big deal? The big deal?”
“Stop saying that!”
“The big deal is that this is a kid from Smokey Knoll!”
“It’s a human kid from Smokey Knoll. Only rich humans live up on that hill.”
Kelkathian counted silently. One, two, three.
Four, five, six, seven. Wow, the passenger really was angry – or stunned. Possibly both.
“There are no humans living on Smokey Knoll.”
And now there was another silent count. Looking at Azdekious, he was doing the same thing. One, two, three…
“Say that again?” The driver’s voice had changed.
“There are no humans living on Smokey Knoll.” So had the passenger’s voice. They were both using very careful, measured tones.
And now, now it was time to make sure the driver understood. Kelkathian reached out with kel’s othersense, grabbed the electricity, and shorted out several fuses. The car went dead.
“There aren’t… but… the heck?” The driver turned the key a few times. Nothing happened, of course… and then the glue holding the cloth to the roof failed over the driver’s side.
The seat brackets failed. Something in the radio began to pop and hiss. A spring in the seat popped out and jabbed the driver in the posterior. Kelkathian had to stifle a giggle.
The passenger got out of the van. Fleeing? No, the back door opened.
The passenger, a slim man in his late twenties, was holding both of his hands in the air. “I am going to take the girl out of the van. I am going to carry her to this bus stop. I am going to call her parents and wait there, protecting her, until someone arrives to pick her up who can prove parentage.”
“The heck are you doing?” The driver was trying to extricate himself from his seat, but not having much luck.
The man appeared to be looking at Junie, who was still laying motionless. “I do not wish to be the victim of this child’s allies’ rage. I am going to do everything I can to get her back to her parents before I am.”
Kelkathian studied the man. She didn’t generally have much use for humans, but this one was showing promise.
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