Doug The Bounty Hunter #2

The salty scent of Chicken Ramen noodles dominated Streak’s sense of smell.

The microwave noodles were still boiling, but Streak held the tall, plastic bag tightly in his left hand.

The steam from the open bag condensed on Streak’s chrome-plated hand causing the droplets to trickle and drip. His eyes rolled in annoyance as the Siamese kitten rushed across the carpet towards Streaks location on the overstuffed maroon chair.

Streak gave a sigh of inevitability as the kitten looked up at him and meowed. “Alfred,” whispered Streak into the TeleCell® A-Gent© banded to his wrist, “pop on the vid.”

The flat screen monitor in front of the couch flashed to life, but was absent of all noise. “How loud, sir,” whispered the voice of an elderly cockney man. “One,” hushed Streak as he looked at the couch to watch Drake’s sleeping face.

Drake nearly sat up on the couch as his enhanced hearing captured the minute audio signal and boosted it up to five hundred percent. Drake instantly regretted the move. His body was feeling every day of his fifty-five years. “Damn,” Drake muttered while standing.

The video screen, he watched an overly, self assured man with perfect hair and a thirty-three tooth smile talking up the uses of his wares. The onscreen graphics warned the prices were momentary.

The camera panned over the various add-on gadgets and accessories compatible with A-Gent© clones. Streak and Drake turned and watched pear-shaped Jitters waddle into the living room.

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Written by Ferrous Bueller