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Prompt 493 Attentive - naughty_bangles - Attentive - Original
Title: Attentive
Prompt #493 – Attentive
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 562
She scanned the shadows for any trace of motion, but nothing moved around her. The ceiling spotlights casted a wide mantel of white light on the center of the warehouse, but sections of storing shelves and a mezzanine on the right created islands of darkness where anything could hide. And she had the feeling anything hiding in there wouldn’t be of the nice kind.
Tightening her grip on her dagger, Sheen kept moving ahead, slowly, trying to erase any sound her steps would make. If something was there, hearing it coming might be her best chance at anticipation.
Beside her, Moona was effortlessly silent, as cats could be. She was undoubtedly on alert too, knowing the stakes. They had head-talked before coming in, assessing the situation and planning their next move, but they had put the communication link on hold for the search. Sheen was still having difficulties to handle another voice in her head, especially when she already had to put her own mental-voice on hold to stay attentive to her surroundings.
The shadows they were themselves using were empty beside them, as was the section of light in the center. Cat and human reached the next set of shelves, a meter or so closer to their target. The wooden crate was sitting against the left wall, separated from the shelves by a dozen feet of pure light. After the next set of shelves, there wouldn’t be anywhere left to hide.
-So, do we sit down and wait to see if someone shows up?-, Sheen asked with her mental-voice, re-establishing the connection with Moona.
-Why not? They may get bored and leave the warehouse unguarded-, the cat replied.
Sheen pulled a face. -Why are you so sure there is someone? It’s like you know something I don’t.-
-Come one, silly stick, there is always someone. Where would be the adventure otherwise?-
-Well-, Sheen said, cocking her head on the side, -That’s a bit true, I guess. So, what’s the plan? I’m sure we can’t just stay here and wait.-
-That wouldn’t be very… regulatory, I guess-, Moona agreed.
The two of them stayed silent for a couple of seconds, contemplating their options. Eventually, Sheen lowered herself to the floor as silently as she could.
-We don’t really risk anything by staying here while we don’t have an actual plan to reach the crate-, she said. -It’s still better than go running for it right now.-
-Why? It could be fun, and I’m sure they don’t expect it.-
-Yeah, maybe, but that wouldn’t help if we have to take time to open the crate, or if the thing inside is too heavy to catch and run with it.-
-True.- Moona sat down on her back legs. -What we need is a diversion to have enough time to work on the crate.-
-Yes, but where are we going to find that?-
-Good question.-
It took them a good ten minutes to sort it out, but in the end, Moona was volunteered to work a diversion outside while Sheen retrieved what they had come from - whatever it was. The cat silently made her way back to the door, and after a couple of minutes, a great noise came from the outside. Sheen counted to ten in her head, then dashed to the crate.
***
As it turned out, there was nobody else in the warehouse.
Prompt #493 – Attentive
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 562
She scanned the shadows for any trace of motion, but nothing moved around her. The ceiling spotlights casted a wide mantel of white light on the center of the warehouse, but sections of storing shelves and a mezzanine on the right created islands of darkness where anything could hide. And she had the feeling anything hiding in there wouldn’t be of the nice kind.
Tightening her grip on her dagger, Sheen kept moving ahead, slowly, trying to erase any sound her steps would make. If something was there, hearing it coming might be her best chance at anticipation.
Beside her, Moona was effortlessly silent, as cats could be. She was undoubtedly on alert too, knowing the stakes. They had head-talked before coming in, assessing the situation and planning their next move, but they had put the communication link on hold for the search. Sheen was still having difficulties to handle another voice in her head, especially when she already had to put her own mental-voice on hold to stay attentive to her surroundings.
The shadows they were themselves using were empty beside them, as was the section of light in the center. Cat and human reached the next set of shelves, a meter or so closer to their target. The wooden crate was sitting against the left wall, separated from the shelves by a dozen feet of pure light. After the next set of shelves, there wouldn’t be anywhere left to hide.
-So, do we sit down and wait to see if someone shows up?-, Sheen asked with her mental-voice, re-establishing the connection with Moona.
-Why not? They may get bored and leave the warehouse unguarded-, the cat replied.
Sheen pulled a face. -Why are you so sure there is someone? It’s like you know something I don’t.-
-Come one, silly stick, there is always someone. Where would be the adventure otherwise?-
-Well-, Sheen said, cocking her head on the side, -That’s a bit true, I guess. So, what’s the plan? I’m sure we can’t just stay here and wait.-
-That wouldn’t be very… regulatory, I guess-, Moona agreed.
The two of them stayed silent for a couple of seconds, contemplating their options. Eventually, Sheen lowered herself to the floor as silently as she could.
-We don’t really risk anything by staying here while we don’t have an actual plan to reach the crate-, she said. -It’s still better than go running for it right now.-
-Why? It could be fun, and I’m sure they don’t expect it.-
-Yeah, maybe, but that wouldn’t help if we have to take time to open the crate, or if the thing inside is too heavy to catch and run with it.-
-True.- Moona sat down on her back legs. -What we need is a diversion to have enough time to work on the crate.-
-Yes, but where are we going to find that?-
-Good question.-
It took them a good ten minutes to sort it out, but in the end, Moona was volunteered to work a diversion outside while Sheen retrieved what they had come from - whatever it was. The cat silently made her way back to the door, and after a couple of minutes, a great noise came from the outside. Sheen counted to ten in her head, then dashed to the crate.
***
As it turned out, there was nobody else in the warehouse.