Owen had left his bulky duffel down in an alley where it likely wouldn’t be bothered by anything other than, perhaps, the passing curious rodent.
Well, little did he know a nearly rodent-sized tiny dog had made home in that bag.
He was in such a hurry to flee the scene of his latest assassination that he didn’t register the extra weight in his bag. Five pounds wasn’t much, sure. But the difference of five pounds in a bag usually carried would, under normal circumstances, be noticeable.
Owen, fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one approached things, didn’t register the extra weight and snatched up his bag while he made his exit from the alleyway at a full sprint. He hailed a cab and went straight to the airport.
Again, fortunately or unfortunately, Owen didn’t fly on ordinary commuter planes. He was married to a queen, and a successful assassin. Such types didn’t fly Air Pacific. Or Southwest. Or whatever the airlines were called these days. The cabbie took him to a private hangar where he would catch a private jet home to the Isles.
There was no TSA for him. No x-ray scanners. No probing hands.
He just got out of the car and onto the jet with his duffel bag. A duffel bag full of a rodent sized dog.
It was deep in the night when Owen landed in the Isles. The sleepy man, weary with the job he’d performed and the travels, found himself in the suite of rooms he and his wife occupied in the castle.
Owen let his duffel bag sink to the floor in the room dedicated to his weapons and accoutrements for his profession. He knelt and unzipped the bag. He was entirely unprepared for what he found in there.
“Julianna!” He yelled. “Dog! There’s a dog!” He rose to his feet and backed away in case the animal was rabid. It sure looked like it could be diseased.
“Julianna!” He’d keep calling until she came to him.
Well, little did he know a nearly rodent-sized tiny dog had made home in that bag.
He was in such a hurry to flee the scene of his latest assassination that he didn’t register the extra weight in his bag. Five pounds wasn’t much, sure. But the difference of five pounds in a bag usually carried would, under normal circumstances, be noticeable.
Owen, fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one approached things, didn’t register the extra weight and snatched up his bag while he made his exit from the alleyway at a full sprint. He hailed a cab and went straight to the airport.
Again, fortunately or unfortunately, Owen didn’t fly on ordinary commuter planes. He was married to a queen, and a successful assassin. Such types didn’t fly Air Pacific. Or Southwest. Or whatever the airlines were called these days. The cabbie took him to a private hangar where he would catch a private jet home to the Isles.
There was no TSA for him. No x-ray scanners. No probing hands.
He just got out of the car and onto the jet with his duffel bag. A duffel bag full of a rodent sized dog.
It was deep in the night when Owen landed in the Isles. The sleepy man, weary with the job he’d performed and the travels, found himself in the suite of rooms he and his wife occupied in the castle.
Owen let his duffel bag sink to the floor in the room dedicated to his weapons and accoutrements for his profession. He knelt and unzipped the bag. He was entirely unprepared for what he found in there.
“Julianna!” He yelled. “Dog! There’s a dog!” He rose to his feet and backed away in case the animal was rabid. It sure looked like it could be diseased.
“Julianna!” He’d keep calling until she came to him.
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