Call It Off

Kshh. "Chief?"

A radio clicked on, one found inside Chief Hack's pocket. He pulled it out and answered, "Yes?" 

"Call off the search."

"What?!" Chief Hack wanted to weep. "But we're finally narrowing the search! We'll find him, your majesty. I guarantee it–"

"Call off the search," the youthful, masculine voice promptly repeated. "The mouse hunt is over. There are bigger rats to catch, so we must aim our nets accordingly."

"Bigger rats?" Chief Hack's brain sputtered in surprise. "B-but, your majesty, aren't you worried for your safety–"

The young voice cut through the chief's worries with logic. "I am very worried for my safety. And for the safety of my brother, Charling.