The Sekhmet, the Wolf and the Hippo
Copyright © 2016 by Wolfen Saunderson
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I sat around casually at the kitchen table with Donna and Jenni back at the clubhouse, kicking back with my feet propped up on the table in front of me in one of the little padded Birchwood chairs and serenely gulping down a little late night snack of a few dozen boxes of strawberry donuts and Sarsaparilla while shooting the shit as usual with my new and friendly crew of the Hystericals; in which I was now the very first Asiatic python to proudly be a part of after spending nearly two and a half years running with the local Haitians over in the “East Point” district of Lordstown. I was just smack dab in the middle of making a few random quips here and there with Donna about Sekhmet and that tiger girlfriend of hers she’s been getting lovey dovey with all too often before, speak of the devil, the front door nearly burst open off its hinges and in rushed both Sekhmet and Emma frantically up the two steps leading into the living quarters area and directly toward all three of us in the main dining area. “What’s wrong, ladies?” I asked, putting on a sheepish grin. “You both look as if you’ve just seen a hippo out in the grass or something. Well, not much grass here unfortunately, but definitely more than right on the hippo part.” I took another swallow of the last remaining donut in the box. “Very funny, Penny.” Sekhmet began. “But, Emma and I here can definitely assure you that this is no doubt not at all a laughing matter, and that better not have been our last pack of sweets you just guzzled down, box and all.” “Relax. I have plenty more where that came from.” I assured. “Now, what all seems to be the big dealio here?” There was a long and sudden pause, and Sarge and Sekhmet began to exchange a few nervous glances with each other momentarily before Jenni waved a hand of her own and kindly urged them both on. Emma gradually began to stammer out the five deeply gut wrenching words, “Jessica… she… She’s been kidnapped.”
So, I had finally decided to leave my former life running nearly four years with the Water Street Haitians behind for a brand new and new formal one with the local Hystericals and Golden Thunder Pack uptown, only to find out a rather short while later after my first proving ground mission that a secondary high ranking member of our group has now just turned up MIA and it's up to my crew boss, Sekhmet and I to use each and every one of our senses to the peak of maximum perfection to find her before those nasty sellout dogs of the Blood Hounds end up having their little sick bit of playground fun with her like something straight out of the late night flick, "Hungry".