Golden Thread

I headed for the door then noticed Kyle was holding back over by Camo who's legs were still all bandaged up.

Yeah that might of been just a little bit my fault.

"Oh right, should we like pick you up some medicine or something? You seem to be healing quite fast on your own already considering we were able to skip the hospital yesterday."I asked.

"Oh uh?" Camo glanced toward Kyle who was examining his legs.

"It's fine, she already know probably more than she will say." Kyle glanced at me. "My cat's power is a bit special. At normally it's wings, but during the day I can also use this," he held up a hand and glowing gold strings sprang from it and started to stitch up Camo's legs. "It turns to healing. Apparently its something called a unique skill, that is additional to one's normal powers. Only works in sunlight though." He smirked at me from under the skylight. "Pretty cool right?"

(Snow you really are useless, half the cats already have unique skills. Are you trying to hide your inadequacy?)

(Very funny human, you go unlock your unique skill, not my problem. Just don't get me killed before I can have my revenge!)

"Very cool." I replied trying to keep the jealousy from my voice.

Snow better have a fantastic jaw dropping, world stopping, unique skill. Otherwise I might just have to drop him off at the animal shelter.

Kyle finished with Camo's legs, the weird golden thread stitched him up then flashing white before disappearing along with the injury. It didn't even leave a scar.

I opened the front door and we exited.

I walked a little in front of them trying to somewhat avoid them. I need some personal space, my home is supposed to be a cat free zone. Well except for Snow. I'm naturally an introvert, six people in a two bedroom is terrible.

Don't think about it. I tried to relax, I have a nice cat free office I can lock them out of if it becomes unbearable.

We walked into the office and I frowned slightly to myself. Why does something feel off?

Is it that no one seemed bothered by the fact that a giant tiger is accompanying us anymore?

I glanced around, no it was the usual level of stares directed at Noah. I frowned again. It's too peaceful for a war. Stripe is a well known visitor of this place, and we targeted Camo directly, so why? Why hasn't Pride tried to target Noah?

I peered around at my coworkers. Is one of them Dart or Pride? Or maybe Pride knows about me. Unease filled me. Something is definitely off here.

Why travel to a foreign country for warfare when he could just pick off the save cats one at a time. No save cats, no game, winners by default. Do they not do defaults? Plus Pride has his near immortality.

"Cody you okay? You keep frowning?" Kyle glanced at me.

"Yeah, fine." I glanced at a camera we passed.

Kyle looked worriedly at me but I ignored him and dragged them the back way to our room. Once the door closed I started checking it for bugs or monitoring devices but found none.

"Uh, is it just me or is Cody checking things a lot more than usual?" Ryan whispered to Kyle as I made my way around the room a third time.

Kyle frowned and Noah/Stripe shrugged.

I still found nothing. No something is definitely wrong here. By all theories Noah should be an easy target. The silly little bulletproof glass definitely can't stop one of these cats. So why?

I started dissecting the carpet and now everyone looked at me strangely.

"Um Cody, pal, are you sure you're okay?" Noah asked.

"Help me look for monitoring devices." I muttered back.

They didn't say anything else and started helping me check the carpet for bugs. We thoroughly searched the area but nothing was turning up. I frowned again, was I being ridiculous? Maybe I was wrong? No always trust your gut if something feels off it probably is.

(Snow, do cat's have any monitoring devices outside of our kind?)

(Nope we aren't allowed to bring anything from off planet. What are you looking for?)

(I don't know.)

(And you say I'm crazy.)

(Very funny cat, something is off. I just can't find what.)

After another thirty minutes I gave up and stood up. The others had stopped thoroughly searching ten minutes ago.

"Um so want to explain?" Kyle asked, "You're not getting paranoid are you? Although a good trait it can ruin an agent."

"No," I frowned, "No more than usual."

I gritted my teeth, what am I missing? Maybe it wasn't the room but something else?

I rubbed my forehead slightly. "Anyway, what's new with you all?"

"Not much, just trying to play catch-up with the destroy cats." Ryan muttered.

I frowned again, it was true they were on the defensive, offense would be easier in this game, but then they'd be the villains.

"Games." I muttered a thought striking me.

The others all looked at me again but I ignored them for a moment and grabbed a piece of scratch paper and jotted something down.

Loves to play games.

He played with Camo, he enjoyed me playing with Camo before tossing him off a building.

If he didn't attack Noah and Stripe he was probably playing with them first. But what was the game?

1. He knows about me but thinks I am on their side and I'm slowly luring Stripe into false sense of security.

2. He knows I'm a turncoat and ... How? Just by not being a mailman? CIA agent is way more suspicious but we all seem to have our secrets. To what extent?

3. Dart or Pride's human works here and he's keeping an eye on us? But there weren't any devices.

4. I'm being hyperactive and coming up with nonsense.

5. Something I haven't thought about is taking place. A spy that's actually human? Think of anything illogical and ridiculous that could happen. A double agent? Camo? No. Cal? Probably not. These three? Unlikely. Unless it's a cat that takes over the human? No, no one has shown that except for destroy's side.

Maybe I am overthinking this.

I shook my head to clear it. I can come back to my theories later and start looking for information.

My phone buzzed and I looked down, a science channel I follow posted a news article. Okay cool, later. I started to put it away when the headline caught my attention.

Project Capricorn enhancement a go! Defeat the invaders!

Seriously what were they going to do with that? Plenty of far fetched ideas had come about recently on how to repel the cats, but most were crazy talk. This channel though, was usually very legit with though out points.

I opened the article and frowned. This was...a very, very, bad idea.

Project Capricorn: A space ray used to pull down small fragments of meteors for study. It was also used "in theory" for potential future defense against a large space rock hitting the planet. It had a collect beam, which pulled something closer, repel beam, to send away, and defense beam to strike a large rock into smaller pieces.

Sure by all logic it sounded nice. A large space beam that can provide future defense rays. It could also in theory be used to pull a large rock into the Earth though. Or heck turn it upside down and drill the planet in half! That would probably take more than two weeks though? Right?

But wait it gets better! The dumb scientists gave it a huge enhancement, best brains from all over the world coming together to unravel this things existence in a few days. What a great idea! hand a giant planet killing ray gun to a monstrous feline. The human race is doomed.

I really hope Pride isn't into science. What are the chances? I grimaced. Yeah right! Big evil cat, not notice something that can make his life easier? Zero.

Who said he had to break the planet in half? It has to be a mass murder of over 50% of the population. A large space ray of death can probably accomplish that in under five minutes, maybe even one. What's the battery for that thing even look like?

Somehow I don't think worrying about if the cats are detectable on airplane security scans will be an issue anymore.

I turned my phone around to show the others.

"I don't think nuclear warfare will be our main concern." I stated.

"It isn't?" Ryan glanced at the screen, "What's a space ray have to do with it?"

"Hello space ray." I stated.

She tilted her head sideways, "So what? It's for meteors?"

"And what happens if you turn it around?" I asked. "Big evil death ray has arrived." I did a sarcastic laugh. "And we are basically gift wrapping it."