Chapter 42

Peter carried sodas and on his clipboard, yellow copies of Noncompliance forms that fluttered in the breeze, snapping like flags.

“Let’s take a break, see what he’s got,” Jared said to Steve.

He had to work to get out of the mud. Its pull at a foot high was incredibly strong. They waded onto the grassy area and plunked themselves down, pant legs damp and smelly. Peter popped their cans for them after seeing how dirty they were.

“Thanks,” Jared said. He used his arm to wipe off his face and only succeeded in getting dirt in his eye. His wet pants made him shiver in the cool breeze. “Well, what’d he hit us with?”

“Perimeter fencing unsecure, housing units too small, housing units unsafe slash unsecured, blah blah blah. And two hits for insufficient water available because Catzilla and Thud were playing chase and they knocked over their bowls as we were watching.” The two ocelots were in a temporary holding cage without concrete water dips.