Sirens and Siamese [updated daily]

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CONCLUSION:FIRE

Marita watched in fascination as her cat tensed, and growled in pain. Another kitten emerged from Nymph. Her dad had said with his musical laugh that she was aptly named. What did THAT mean? She'd been tasked with helping to keep out a wandering tom named Feta. "FEET!" she giggled. Nymph raised her white,masked face,licked the blind, furless shape clean. It began to MEWL...

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CONCLUSION:EARTH

The other catmandoes plan an attack on Dianext/Ming. Percy rejoins the crew after helping Rory,the young patrol leader-AND his father learn an important life lesson. Meanwhile,Marita's mother makes plans to find homes for Feet The Greek's offspring.

OT did you know Wikipedia's doing a 24 hr blackout? What's a P.I. without his hot sheets?

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CONCLUSION:METAL

I'd fought her ever since I thought I'd been captured. But she held me expertly,this young tech,almond eyes gazing meticulously at where the chemicals had spilled on my back. "AN"! She screamed. And it was something she was trying to do,too,in the vortex of fumes,alarms,freed animals,and slinking catmandoes. Ah,so. This child was a good...guy. (hey, nowhere in the Percy P.I. handbook does it state you have to be politically correct. Til you get right around chapter 10...) So this 1 was virtuous. Splendid! But that meant. Cats,most cats, actively dislike showers. I personally think showers ...[ILLEGIBLE] !!!!!!! I submitted to the spray and the soap and chemicals mostly from exhaustion. Her task complete she removed her surgical mask. A young face, 20 something golden,delicate but masking a deadliness apparent only to spies and cats..BAM!! the lab door exploded open "FREEZE" Another tech,big young, with thinning copper hair drew a badge and gun. Then she drew hers.

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CONCLUSION:METAL


FBI. MSS. "You may call me Sue Kim. Not real name.(giggle) I believe these seperate attempts at nuetralizing a threat to our respective countries have become a joint foray." She bowed,held out a disk,"this is the evidence I've collected."

"Y-you can call me Cody. That's my name!' A deep breath and he was cool again,professional. "This is what I've got." Vials of liquid. There was the sounds of guns being drawn. Gingerly I padded through the ruined door. Pretty effective use of force,for a rookie. The smoke was clearing,helmetted in dark blue jackets marked F.B.I. " Chan Chan firmly planted on back of a white coated pierce-lipped,future goon hopeful, retracted her claws,let the G-men take him Behind us Chinese men and women in trenchcoats surrounded a shamefaced bunch of bad guys. "PERCY"!!! Dolly bolted toward me-there was a red dot on her chest-a red light-she pawed it curiously. A shot cracked the air...

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CONCLUSION:WATER

...A stocky Chinese went down,dropping his gun,holding his leg,his pock-marked face registering astonishment more than anything else. The laser sight illuminated the golden face of a middle-aged man,whose black eyes seemed very feline-and furious in the red glare. But then someone kicked the gun aside and he was just a guy,nondescript,you'd pass him right by in the street. He spoke with a smooth clear tenor,mouth drawn with annoyance. "As...diplomatic personel I believe we can see to the matter of this thuggishness on your soil." With the air of an embarassed father he ordered everyone-good guys bad guys,cops, AND robbers out the door. The americans began to cuff their american charges. In the parting, there was banter,exchange... "Hey,Jackie Chan,nice shooting!" Hey,John Wayne Mistah EASTwood!..." that wasn't us! We thought it was YOU..."

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CONCLUSION:WATER

"You...YOU set all this up-this whole operation?!" At Grandmother's house, Cody poured tortilla chips into a bowl, while Amanda poured salsa into a crystal service. "Certainly! I've still got CONNECTIONS,you know." Susan Kim,Hong Kong police detective-on assignment-uncovered a tupperware dish of bamboo shoots and shrimp in a spicy sauce. Cody sailed in,began to spoon it over rice, then produced his second contribution to the feast:a case of Dr Pepper. Sue giggled...their eyes met. Amanda took the lid off a tureen:good old-fashioned chicken soup. Whae she turned her back,sue tossed a piece of shrimp in the air Me and Chan-Chan caught it. We smiled over it. Who gets it? We shrugged. CRUNCH.

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HAPPY FAMILY-a concept in some cuisines of the far east,it involves COMBINATIONS of flavors,the value of a diversity of foods.

As Amanda Breckinridge popped a can of Dr Pepper,she sang... "You'll wish you was nicer to granny" -sip,GULP-" 'cause when she shoots,her aim is true..."

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