Chapter 12

             The Spektrum walked straight towards her, and he could feel the eyes of the other club members lock onto him, like he was some kind of target. Well, he should have known that red was a very noticeable color. Of course, any of the hair colors Simon could have chosen would stand out in the stark classroom that doubled as a science lab. 

            He could tell Cyndi had taken notice of the commotion around her, and turned to see what they were seeing. He almost let out a laugh when he saw her face full of shock and awe, and she was couldn‘t even think. It was a few minutes before she said anything, or even moved. He wasn’t even sure if she was still breathing, and she was surprised her heart was still beating. She forced herself to move, to act, and even then, she felt a bit anxious.

            “Spektrum, um, hello, I’m Cynthia, but you can call me Cyndi.” 

She wished she hadn’t said her introduction as fast as she did.

            “Hi, Cyndi. So, you are the club’s student leader?” 

Simon felt funny pretending she was a stranger to him.

            “Yes,” she said as she motioned to the chair across from hers. “Would you--?”

            “Of course,” he responded. 

He moved to the other side of the square table, as he would when he was his everyday-self having lunch up here with her and her friends.  “So, when is a good time for you?”

            “I was thinking next Saturday, during Thanksgiving Weekend. My schedule‘s open then.” 

Cyndi felt very business-like using that phrase.

            Simon had just remembered about Thanksgiving. They’d get Thursday and Friday off along with the regular weekend.

            Cyndi took a small piece of paper from her notebook and quickly wrote down her address, then handed it to The Spektrum.  He stuck it in his pants pocket and stood up from his seat.

            “So next Saturday it is,” Code Red said abruptly.

            “Oh, are you sure you can’t stay longer?” Cyndi asked, sad to see her hero leave.

            “No, I need to get back to being the ‘other me’ before anyone notices he‘s gone,” he said as he took a few quick glances around the room. “Besides, people are staring.”

            “Oh, right,” Cyndi replied with a blush, as she, too, noticed the entire room’s eyes fix their gaze on quite possibly the luckiest girl at the school. 

She stood up, shook The Spektrum’s hand, and let him go on his way.

            Code Red hurried out the door and back to the restroom on that floor, knowing Craig was no longer there. Luckily, no one was there at all; but even so, Simon entered a stall to transform back to himself.

            A few minutes after Code Red left, an explosion of ecstatic laughter and cheers broke out among Cyndi and her friends.

            “O M G! Cyndi, you’re a few steps closer!”

            “What?” Cyndi asked, not sure what her friend was getting at.

            “Remember?” Sarah said. “Our plan to--”

Sarah stopped to continue in a whisper.

“To have one of us be The Spektrum’s girlfriend! One of us has to get to know him, become close, become… intimate.”

At Sarah’s last word, Cyndi and Jen began to blush.

            “Oh, Cyndi, you are SO lucky!” Jen exclaimed, eyes full of wonder. “You’re gonna be San Leandro High’s own real-life Lois Lane.”

            “Well, maybe,” Cyndi said with a smile.

 

            Simon swiftly made his way to his locker undisturbed, grabbed his things, and headed downstairs to see his friends by their spot, to see if Alex had already told the others what he had unexpectedly learned.

            Just as he took the last few steps, and his friends all turned to see and greet him, Craig—with reinforcements—came rushing up to Simon, Craig obviously at point position. 

            “Hey, you punk ass!” the junior boomed as he stormed right up to his target.

            Craig then shoved Simon in the shoulders, making him take a few steps back, and his friends get up from their seats. They moved in between Simon and Craig, keeping their friend from rushing back at the attacker.

            “Hey, what’s your problem, jackass?” Bryan responded.

            “No, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Simon got up and brushed himself off, containing his anger. He ignored Craig as he sat down and opened his lunch bag. 

“He’s just venting after becoming the school’s biggest pile of trash.”

            “Hey, that’s right,” Michelle said, recognizing who Craig was. “He’s the jerk who tried blackmailing The Spektrum.”

            Craig showed irritation at the fact that people had yet to forget that news report.

            “But he…!” Craig said, stabbing his finger at Simon. “He broke my first phone, and flushed my new one!”

            “You mean The Spektrum broke the phone that had his identity on it,” Alex said, “and flushed the second one to keep you from getting evidence again.”

            “Well… Yeah, but--”

            “Then why are you after him?” Bryan asked, referring to Simon, who was chewing on his ham sandwich.

            “Because he’s Spektrum!”

            “Can you prove it?” Julian asked.

            “No, because The Spektrum got rid of my phones!”

            “Which means you can’t,” Simon said after swallowing his bite of sandwich. “So you should just leave.”

Simon took a sip of his Capri Sun, keeping his eyes on the fuming Craig.

            Frustrated over being foiled again, Craig left, his toadies in tow. Simon’s friends returned to their seats around him as he continued eating. After Craig’s crew was yards away, Julian turned to Simon and asked, “So, wait, you really did flush his phone?”

            The group busted up laughing, and Simon wiped the crumbs from his face.

            “I guess you all know?”

            Michelle, Julian, and Bryan nodded, and Simon smiled. It felt good to know his friends were there to help.

            “Did you tell Nick yet?”

            “No,” Alex answered. “He wasn’t here when I told everyone else, and we ended up deciding that we would tell Nick later.”

            “Yeah, when there wasn’t as many people around,” Julian added.

            “Why? You three were told, and this is Lunch time. A lot of people are here.”

            “Yeah, but we weren’t sure how Nick would react, so just to be safe--”

            “--we’ll wait until after school.”

            Confident that his friends would take care of his secret, Simon finished his meal and packed up.

            “Now, as the regular me, I’m going to see how Cyndi is.”

            “Aw, how sweet,” Michelle said, half teasing, the guys snickering and smirking.

            Simon suppressed a blush and went up the stairway directly behind them.

            In a few minutes time, Simon had made it to Room 243 to find Cyndi was completely ecstatic, jumping around in a circle with her friends, and Gary and Caitlin were nearby, a part of the jubilation if only through the joyous laughter and smile they couldn’t help but show.

            The giddy group leader spotted Simon standing by the door, and rushed over to him.

            “Simon! This is so awesome!” Cyndi exclaimed as she clamped slender arms around him in a heavy-duty hug. 

Her head practically rested on his shoulder, the scent of her shampooed blonde hair wafting underneath his nose. He had never been hugged before, at least not this tightly. When Simon thought his face couldn’t burn red any hotter, Cyndi let go.

            “I’m guessing you set up the interview,” Simon forced out, trying not to sound flustered.

            “Yes! He’s coming over next Saturday. C’mon, sit down with us.”

Cyndi led Simon over to the very same table the two of them just sat at when he was The Spektrum. Everyone sat down, Simon across from Cyndi, and Gary very close to her. Simon didn’t react physically, but he was rather annoyed by Gray getting close to the girl he may or may not have feelings for. And he wasn’t sure, but Simon could swear Gary had a hint of smug triumph on his face.

            “Oh, you already had lunch?” Cyndi asked, completely unaware of the silent fight over her.

            “Yeah,” Simon replied, switching his focus. “With my friends by the bleachers. The set that sits right outside the stairwell.”

            “So you really gave him your address?” Jen asked Cyndi eagerly.

            “Yes, I really gave him my address,” Cyndi replied with a laugh. “Oh, it’s going to be so cool to talk to him in private.”

Simon could see the dreamy gleam in Cyndi’s eyes as she imagined next Saturday.

            The rest of Lunch, the group discussed their theories as to what Zorb and his team of alien thugs were doing. They all knew that they hadn’t been back to San Leandro High since Code Black defeated the big leathery bull dozer known as “Pu-ao”.

            “Well, the last thing they did was rob a Safeway,” Gary commented. “Maybe they’ve decided to do petty crimes rather than fight The Spektrum.”

            “No,” Simon countered. “Zorb promised The Spektrum he’d be back, and that they’d settle this between themselves eventually. Zorb doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to promise something like that then just up and leave.”

            “So, what’re you saying? He’s just buying time until he or his men are good enough to beat The Spektrum?”

            “Yes, which means they robbed the Safeway because they needed food, not because they were switching tactics.”

            “Wait,” Caitlin spoke up. “How do you know Zorb promised The Spektrum something like that?”

            Caitlin’s question made the group direct their attention towards Simon, who hurried to figure out a good excuse.

            “Uh, I heard it from other students who were there when Code Red faced the big yellow guy.”

            Having received a satisfactory answer, the group stopped burning Simon with their laser-like gazes.

            “Well, the food thing makes sense,” Cyndi commented. “Wherever it is that they disappear to, I’m sure Zorb and his team have limited supplies. And since they don’t have any form of currency used by us humans, they had to steal what they needed.”

            “Okay,” Gary started in, “so what? They’re just training? Pumping iron to get bigger and stronger?”

            “It’s a possibility,” answered Simon. 

            The school bells rang, announcing the end of Lunch. Everyone packed up their things, and went their separate ways, Cyndi still ecstatic about her upcoming interview.

 

            “We’re going today?”

            Smooth took a long chug of the Earth drink known as “Gat-Or Aid”, and wiped the sweat from his brow. The other members of Zorb’s team finished up with their exercise, and also drank some “Gat-Or Aid”.

            “No,” answered their leader. “We’re obviously too tired from training and exercising. We’ll take the next few Earth rotations off, and come back healthy and at 100%. This time… we will win.”

            Zorb’s team cheered this sentiment with another large gulp of the Earth beverage.

 

            “Did you hear?!” Karina squealed to her friends.

            Encinal High Lunch period had not yet finished and Zoey was trying to finish her box lunch of home-made, deep fried shrimp.

            “Hear what?”

            “At San Leandro High, The Spektrum is going to interview the student leader of his fan club.”

            Marina, Chloe, and Zoey were surprised.

            “Wow, they’re really lucky,” Marina crooned. 

            “Correction: she’s really lucky.”

            “Wait, the club leader is a girl?” Zoey was even more surprised.

            “Well, yeah, who else do you think would lead a fan club for a cute guy?” Chloe gave Zoey a skeptical look.

            “You never know,” Zoey shrugged.

            “What does she look like?” Marina questioned Karina.

            “Sources say its Cynthia Simmons,” Karina started as she sat down with the other three. “White, blonde—shoulder length at most, not like Chloe’s—slender, and like us, a sophomore. She just met with The Spektrum today during their lunch period.”

            “Good sources,” Zoey noted.

            “Yeah, a class mate of mine, Haley, has a step cousin who goes to San Leandro High, who knows someone who is a part of the club. Is my bow okay?” 

            While Marina helped Karina check and adjust the big blue, sequined bow on the top of Karina’s head, Chloe turned to Zoey.

            “You and Shaun okay?”

            “Yes, the whole ‘either it’s me or your friends’ misunderstanding has been cleared up, but I don’t think Shaun’s going to get Xavier to stop. Not even sure if he’ll even try. Shaun gives Xavier too much liberty, he should tell his friends to be nice to my friends, to you.”

            As Zoey pouted and took another bite of shrimp, Chloe patted her on her forearm. 

            “Don’t worry, we’re tough. We can take his little comments.”

            “Yeah,” agreed Karina, the adjustments to her bow complete. “But in my opinion, Xavier can take his comments and shove them up his--”

            “Karina,” Zoey interrupted her petite and pugnacious friend, giving her a disapproving look.

            “Sorry,” Karina grumbled as she calmed down, crossing her arms.

            “Anyhow,” Chloe said, hoping to get the conversation back on track, “I’m glad you ironed it out with Shaun.”

            “Thanks.” 

As Zoey took another bite of shrimp, she felt a rumble go through the floor.  The soda in the plastic bottle sitting on the table rippled. Another rumble, another ripple.  Zoey and her friends all looked at the bottle, half a shrimp poking out of Zoey’s mouth.

            “It’s like that dinosaur movie,” Marina said as the rumbling continued.

            “Yeah, -Assic something, right?” Karina added, paying more attention to the bottle than what she said. “Right before the big T-Rex appeared.”

            “Yeah.” 

            The rumbles got louder, stronger, more frequent. The source was getting closer! But where was it coming from? What direction was it going to come from? Was it even a dinosaur?

            These questions were soon answered by the sound of steel being crunched, glass breaking, and a car alarm blaring. The girls now knew that the source was in the parking lost out front, but what was still unclear until a horrific, screeching roar was let out by the still unseen creature.

            The four girls sprang into action.

            “We’ll take care of our things,” Chloe assured Zoey. “You go see what’s in the parking lot.”

            “Okay.”

            While Zoey rushed to the nearest girls’ restroom, Chloe, Karina and Marina gathered up all four backpacks and hurried to the nearest classroom. 

            After checking every stall and finding herself alone in the restroom, Zoey transformed into Catgirl, her cat ears popping out on top of her head and her human ears disappearing into the sides, her cat tail popping out from inside her pants, and her clothing transforming from a long-sleeve tee, denim jeans and sneakers into a black short-sleeve tee, pink shorts and matching boots. 

            Zoey untied the ribbons that held her hair in high pigtails, the wavy dyed-red locks falling and brightening into pink, her chocolate brown eyes now an alley cat golden-yellow. She tied the ribbons to her wrists, and pulled on the gloves, elbow pads and knee pads that had spontaneously appeared during transformation, making sure they were all on tight.

            Catgirl hurried outside and rushed to where the screech had come from. Making her way through the halls of the main building, she passed by many students who were also planning to see what monster had squashed which four door sedan. 

            “Get back inside the classrooms!” ordered the teachers and staff, which was ignored by the moving masses of curious students.

            “Let me through!” snapped the cat-eared crusader, maneuvering through the clumps of students like a spaceship in an asteroid field. 

Many took note of who passed by, and pointed and cheered at their heroine’s arrival.  Others gave her room, and held the doors of the main entrance open for her.  Practically flying out of the opening, Catgirl could see the creature standing off to the right, facing Encinal High’s jet statue.

The creature was about 20 or 25 feet long from nose to tail, and covered in scaly skin, and did seem reminiscent of a dinosaur, but something about its head didn’t look right. The head was narrow, shaped like an arrow head, and had a pointy dorsal fin. Zoey thought that the head looked more like a great white shark’s than anything else, even though it was without gills.

            The shark-dinosaur hybrid was crouched, pointing itself at the jet, eyes fixed on the target. Catgirl had to get its attention before it did any property damage. 

            “Hey! You! Shark… lizard… thing!” Zoey shouted as she did her best to appear confident and strong in front of the large beast. 

It turned to look for what called out to it, its eyes cold and savage, void of emotion.

            “Who said that?!” a voice roared back, from where Catgirl didn’t know.

Catgirl could only assume that it was the strange animal who had said something, even though its lips never moved. She wasn’t even sure if sharks had lips.  The creature stood as tall as it could, a good 10 feet at least.

“I know something’s there!” the voice said. “I can smell it!”

            Zoey took those words as the creature having an exceptionally high sense of smell and not her having a high level of body odor. And the creature must have been able to see her, or her swishing tail, despite the trees that lined that side of the parking lot, for its unfeeling gaze was trained on her position.

            Gathering her courage, Catgirl stepped out from behind the line of trees and into the open.

            “A girl?” the shark-dinosaur mix blurted, but not from its mouth. “With cat ears?”

            “Yes, which is why I am known as ‘The Alameda Catgirl!’” she proclaimed as she struck a pose.

Her hands balled up like paws, her right by her eye, her left by her shoulder, and her body turned slightly to the right. Her cat ears turned and pointed behind her, the sign that she was ready to fight.

            “Real clever,” the shark-dinosaur sarcastically stated. “Call me ‘Tyranno-Shark’!” 

Catgirl recognized “tyranno” as part of the name “tyrannosaurus rex,” but “Tyranno-Shark” didn’t look big enough to be part T-Rex. 

            “Are you sure you’re part Tyrannosaurus?” Catgirl queried. “You seem a bit small, closer to an Allosaurus, actually. Maybe you should call yourself Allo-Shark.”

            “No! I’m Tyranno-Shark!” the beast snarled, sounding angry although no one could see that on his shark-face. “I am part T-Rex!”

            “You’re not very big for one, then.”

            “SHUT UP!!” the enraged mutant animal roared. “I’M PART T-REX!!” 

His anger boiling over, Tyranno-Shark charged at the feline fighter, crushing a few more parked cars.

“Which means I’m gonna eat you!!”

            Catgirl quickly turned around and ran back to the tree she had been behind.  She climbed up the tree’s trunk as Tyranno-Shark stampeded across the parking lot, and just made it to the top as he crushed a fifth sedan; the allosaurus may not have been as big as a tyrannosaurus, but it was still big enough to eat a human, and most certainly big enough to eat a catgirl who was barely 5’4”. 

            Catgirl stretched out from the branch and stretched a hand out to the awning over the main entrance as Tyranno-Shark began attacking the tree. The tree swayed and shook with the slamming of Tyranno-Shark’s head and side, so before she fell, Catgirl leapt to the awning. Her upper body slammed against the awning’s edge, hurting her boobs a bit.

She powered through the pain and slid down the pole that supported the awning, with cat calls coming from some male on-lookers. Her face turned red, both flattered and offended at the fact that in the face of a dangerous monster, the male population of Encinal High noticed her figure, but she couldn’t decide which she felt more. In her pause, Tyranno-Shark’s eyes had locked on to her once again.

            Catgirl ran east, down the cement path between parking lot and school building, with the carnivorous creature in hot pursuit. Catgirl knew that the path continued all around the campus, even behind the cafeteria. Catgirl planned to take that route because it would keep the students out of harm’s way, and out of her way as she ran from Tyranno-Shark. 

But what she was really worried about was if Tyranno-Shark would catch up to her before she made it past the last car. So Catgirl changed tactics and banked right a few yards before the end of the lot into the school’s second front entrance, a rectangular space of about 50 feet wide with a tree in the corner next to the main building. Catgirl knew that Tyranno-Shark almost missed the turn by the scratching of the talons on his toes on the concrete. He let out another screeching roar at her attempt to lose him, but she ignored it, continuing through the gap between the main building’s front hall and the school’s science wing. 

            Catgirl continued running straight forward, passing the second hall. 

            Encinal High’s design has the main building divided into three halls, with the first hall being the Freshman territory, the second being shared by the Sophomores and Juniors, and the third hall designated as the Senior hall. The halls are connected by awnings just like the one that shades the main entrance, which is in the middle of the first hall.

            Catgirl darted at the tree standing at the end of the alleyway created by the second and third halls. Again, Tyranno-Shark had to scrape his claws into the concrete in order to slow down and change direction so that he didn’t lose his prey.

            Catgirl took hold of the trunk and used it to swing around for a flying double kick, slamming both boots into the side of Tyranno-Shark’s arrow head. The creature was dazed and stumbled, but not down and out, so Catgirl jumped on the opportunity and delivered a roundhouse kick to Tyranno-Shark’s chest. That did no more than the kick to the head, since the dinosaur bones inside Tyranno-Shark’s body were much tougher than the human equivalent. Tyranno-Shark let out a screeching roar of triumph, knowing that he had the advantage in size, strength, and sturdiness.

            Before Catgirl knew what to do next, Tyranno-Shark proved he was stronger by flicking his tail at her head. The tail hit her cheek like a line drive at close range, and she was on the ground almost immediately, wincing in pain, grasping the throbbing side of her head. 

            Tyranno-Shark took his time gloating, proud of how his superior dino-strength compared to a catgirl’s. As the Catgirl struggled to move in spite of the pain, Tyranno-Shark slowly crept closer, eyeing which part he was going to chomp first. 

            “Perhaps one of your juicy thighs,” he pondered aloud in his telepathic voice, “so as to keep you from running, but still alive to experience my feeding frenzy.” 

A sadistic tinge sparked in those cold shark eyes as he eyed her legs, her uncovered, cream colored thighs shining in the noon sun. 

            Catgirl gritted her teeth, the impulse to move, to get up and get away, fighting against the throbbing pain in her head. Her legs pushed and her hands clawed, and she slowly accelerated away from the famished half-shark, half-dinosaur freak. Her head pounded with every pump of her legs, and Tyranno-Shark merely watched in predatory amusement. He was confident that this game of cat-and-mouse turned cat-and-mutant would be his to win.

            Catgirl headed to the center of the alley, where two awnings connected the divided middle hall to the long third hall. Small crowds of students could be seen poking their heads out from the Sophomore, Junior, and Senior halls. Even with her left side pulsing in pain, Catgirl yelled out to them.

            “Get back inside!”

            Though a few needed to be pulled or pushed back in, the students obeyed her order and flooded back into the halls and took safety in the classrooms. So far, Catgirl’s still-forming counter strategy was going as expected, and dashed inside the Sophomore hall. At this time, Tyranno-Shark decided to pursue his quarry after all, but in no real rush.

            He approached to door with a saunter, keeping track of where Catgirl treaded with his keen sense of smell. She had headed upstairs, but he wouldn‘t know more until he went up the stairs. Despite the shark’s ability to smell just one drop of blood in 25 gallons of water and from a distance of a quarter of a mile, the scents of other people, an assortment of lunch foods, and the cleaning products used by the janitors made it hard for his still-human brain to keep track more than what was in his field of vision.  And since he was still downstairs, he could not see or smell Catgirl’s current location.

            Tyranno-Shark struggled to squeez his big dinosaur body through the doorframe because he was well over six feet tall even when crouched. His claws clicked on the linoleum tiles of the floor as he headed for the stairs. As quietly as a big lizard could, Tyranno-Shark climbed the stairs, sniffing for Catgirl’s scent along the way.

            It led him to a classroom door on his left. He tried opening it, but his short, tiny arms couldn’t reach the handle while he was facing it. He turned to his left and got as close to the door as he needed. As he pushed down on the handle, his electroreceptor—a natural ability of sharks to sense the electro-magnetic fields of other living creatures—sensed something had dropped down from the ceiling to his right. He looked to find that it was Catgirl!  

            She had planned it perfectly: she went inside the classroom so Tyranno-Shark would be led to the door. With his sense of smell not able to sniff through walls, she was able to rest her head a bit. The students hiding inside wanted to know what was happening, but she shushed them, and had them help her get into the ceiling. She then stealthily passed over where Tyranno-Shark now stood, sliding her feet along the narrow metal beams. She had even estimated how long she’d have to shimmy correctly, stopping on the opposite side of the hall from where she had started. She then waited for the sound of the handle being turned to leap down and attack.

            With renewed speed and strength, Catgirl kicked Tyranno-Shark’s head into the door with the bottom of her boot. His shark skull bounced off like a dodge ball, and he staggered about as Catgirl aimed her heel.

            She thrust the heel of her boot into the shark-head just behind the eye.  Tyranno-Shark stumbled into the wall and struggled to steady himself.  He swung his tail, but Catgirl’s clear head was able to focus and react to the sluggish attack by the groggy monster, making it clear that she now had the advantage.  She ducked down, and the tail missed by several feet.  She attacked again, the flat of her foot hitting Tyranno-Shark in the other side of his head, right behind the eye. 

            Now very angry at this turn of events, Tyranno-Shark attempted to take a bite out of his enemy with his rows of razor sharp teeth.  Catgirl only just got out of his way, cart wheeling backwards as Tyranno-Shark’s head lunged at her, mouth open and teeth gleaming.  The monster’s mouth clamped shut as her hands touched the ground and her body was in a perfect arch, her shirt coming up to expose her smooth stomach.  Her legs swept up into the air, and the toe of the right foot smacked Tyranno-Shark in the jaw where the chin would be on a human opponent.  The shark-head dinosaur was only frustrated further by Catgirl’s slight of an attack, lunging again for a second attempt at chomping on catgirl meat.

            And again, he missed by only inches as Catgirl leaned back and to her right, and again, she counter attacked and punched him in his cold shark eye. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought, for Tyranno-Shark’s eyes were rolled into the back of his head as a defensive tactic, as a great white shark would do. Instead, the knuckles of her hand were scraped by the sandpaper-like skin of Tyranno-Shark’s head. She shook her hand and winced at the bit of prickly pain. She attacked again, but this time with a foot, her right heel hitting in Tyranno-Shark’s rolled-back eye. Striking blindly now, Tyranno-Shark chomped and snapped his jaw a third and a fourth time, missing, but getting closer as well. On a fifth try, he snagged a corner of Catgirl’s shirt, tearing a large piece of it off. Now, both her stomach and the bottom of her bra were exposed.

            With a gasp, Catgirl’s face burned red with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

            “Why you!” she screamed furiously as she spun, her right heel colliding with the right side of Tyranno-Shark’s head like a sledge hammer. The mutant finally fell, landing on his side with a massive thud. Still fuming, Catgirl tore the torn piece of cloth from the monster’s mouth and tucked it in the belt of her shorts. Slowly, Tyranno-Shark transformed into his normal human form, a skinny teen no older than the girl who defeated him, wearing a T-shirt that advertised the video game, Mutation. 

            She decided to drag him downstairs to the staff offices and let security as well as the authorities deal with whoever he really was.

            It took perhaps 15 to 20 minutes to drag the unconscious transformer to the middle of the third hall, Catgirl having to occasionally reset her hands so that she didn’t drop the sleeping sleazeball. 

            It was another 10 to 15 minutes for the police to take him into custody, but it wasn’t like anyone cared that Catgirl had to get back to being Zoey, except for Catgirl of course.

            “Wow, this is what, the third time something’s gone on here, huh?” one of the officers asked the other.

            “Yeah, and thanks to Catgirl, they were taken care of quickly,” the other answered with a smile.

            “Well, that’s what I’m here for,” Catgirl smiled and shrugged.

The now-awake and still-human Tyranno-Shark, or as the Missing Persons database had informed everyone, Hayden Walters, Caucasian, age 14 from Ohio, was placed inside the back of the police car. Catgirl then hurried off to change back to Zoey inside the nearest girls’ restroom.