There is a New Villainess in Town
© 2011 by: Mr. David R. Dorrycott
Chapter Eight
City Hall Station stank of poison, for some reason the automatic fans hadn’t come on two months ago as they should have so the fog used to sterilize her new lair simply settled into a powder. Holding her breath Rebecca.. No, Not Rebecca she reminded herself, never again Rebecca. Captain Fluffball moved to the air handling panel to discover a dead rat had managed to foul up the works. Dragging the dried out carcass aside she activated the fans manually.
Though her new body could easily hold its breath a full six minutes, ten if she remained motionless Captain Fluffball decided not to press the issue. Still carrying her case she returned to the hidden access door that she had used to get in, closed it and walked a few feet away before breathing. Like she had expected something always went wrong no matter how well you planned. With nothing to do the next half hour while the air became breathable the feline took a cat nap.
When she woke it was to the feel of something on her face. Swatting it, Captain Fluffball realized that it had been a very large cockroach. With a sharp scream she picked up the first thing to paw, a length of water pipe and proceeded to render the gruesome insect into its component atoms. “Bug spray this tunnel next” she cursed, standing and brushing herself off. Her only real advantage against the bugs was the same as Pats. Both of their blood chemistries were so different from anything else on Earth that it repelled everything that would normally attempt to live off her furred body, including both the dreaded flea and tick population.
Within her new ‘lair’ the atmosphere was now much more breathable so walking over to the stacks of crates it was a matter of reading the shipping manifest to find the one she wanted. Ten minutes later the tunnel she had been napping in was filling with a deadly white mist. “One for me” Captain Fluffball laughed after sealing the door behind the bug bomb. “My first kills in New York!”
She then turned back to the piles of crates. “And with any luck, my last” she finished, picking up the manifest again. There really wasn’t anything to do right now but check the equipment that was set up and turn one of the old passenger cars into a home, then have dinner. Tomorrow she would pull out her plan book (currently saved on a rather large capacity portable solid-state drive) and decide who she was going to mess with first.
There was a bed already assembled in train car six she noted, the outside of train car six looked as though it had been parked in the Bronx since the 1920's. Stepping aboard though she discovered a completely modern home, if one happened to live in a trailer park. Tornado Targets her parents had called them and a line from an old movie immediately ran through her head... ‘I’m happier than a tornado in a trailer park.’ She wondered briefly what movie that line had been in, she had been five or six when it first came into her home still it was a long fall from the studio apartment she had lived in before her own capture. Making her way to the back and thus the bedroom she discovered that everything had been framed out but everything fabric or paper was tightly wrapped in plastic. Oh yes, the bug spray she reminded herself. Turning on the rooms lights she discovered that they were LED, in fact, as she remembered the lights all of them were LED.
LED light had a very low power drain, very low heat emission, were very bright and very long lived. Something like ten percent of an incandescent bulb of the same light output. Professor Q was going to have a real problem tracking her down his favorite way since the power drain for her entire lighting was going to be less than the average household. That was, if she was ever stupid enough to turn all the lights on at one time. That was she reminded herself as she began removing her mattress from its zippered plastic sleeve, Professor Q’s favorite ways of zeroing into a bad guys secret base. Once they had the area of town locked down, he’d start his computers searching for hot spots. The occasional Grow House popped up and was normally left to the police. It was a bad day for any evil villain to have half a dozen vigilantes, strike their lair, a bad day to have Super Heros walking into his base just before he finished his super weapon. An event which had happened too many times already.
Taking her time she pulled everything out of its plastic protection, fluffed it as best she could then made her bed. For her it was early since she was going to have to be a night person. After that trip though she’d feel better with a long nap, at least it was going to be very easy to maintain her comfort. Her worst problem was going to be humidity she had been warned. So, as the sun was rising above her she was slipping into her freshly made bed, her special booties on so her vestal toe-claws wouldn’t shred the sheet and a light supper sitting in her stomach. ‘Ah, but whom shall I upset first’ she thought, finding it difficult to sleep even with the lights out. It was quiet, just way too quiet.