It had been a quiet night in the little
town. But a radio crackled and that was all it took. A squadron of
the Wabbit's private guard poured from the sky casting shadows that
looked like giant locusts. Lapinette's personal guards - Fitzy, Mitzy and
Tipsy - checked weapons and looked around in a hostile fashion.
"Gosh," said Mitzy. "Fiddlesticks," said Fitzy.
Tipsy said something unmentionable and swayed alarmingly. "I have a lock
on their coordinates," said Skratch the Cat.
"Distance?" asked Jenny. "Ten klicks,"
said Skratch, "but the facility is below ground."
"Sheeps' shibblets, we need ropes," said Mitzy and she
tore several rectangular strips from her frock. "The squadron has
ropes," smiled Jenny. Skratch growled. "A coded message from the
Wabbit said there were more than a thousand red rabbits kidnapped and held in a
dark place." Jenny looked sceptical but Skratch nodded. "It was
written on the back of a betting slip, crumpled and thrown on the
sidewalk." Jenny waved her hook and sighed. "Did this message say who
did the dirty deed?" "Something about the Paws of Darkness,"
said Skratch. "Ah!" said Jenny. "What kind of Ah?"
answered Skratch. "It's an organisation," said Jenny. Skratch
looked puzzled "Not real paws then?" "They're real
enough." said Jenny. "Those whom the Paws touch are forever in
bondage." "Son of a Sausage!" gasped Fitzy. "Double
deep fry them for their trouble," snapped Mitzy. Tipsy spat out a
series of expletives that made Jenny's fur stand on end. Skratch looked
first at Mitzy, then Fitzy, Finally his eyes lingered on Tipsy and he purred.
"You three are going in first."
