:>Ignoring the slightly injured man, the Prodinator walked quickly to a nearby
phone-booth and began to scan the phonebook for an address. A leather-gloved
finger moved down the index page for the Beijing Zoo until the tip rested
underneath  the listing for "Panda Pen". Staring at the page for a moment,
the cyborg bounty-hunter exited the phone-booth, and disappeared down a
dark alleyway...

The phone rang, urgently.

"Well?"

"He got away, Mistress."

"Damn!"  That one work exploded from her mouth.  "You've been relieved."

"But..."

She hung up the phone quickly.  "Who can I trust?  Who can I call?"  The obvious
answer was.. well, obvious.  She knew that she had asked for others to join in
the hunt, but she could only trust her own agents, ones she hand picked.

She dialed the number.


********

The blue and white panda glanced nervously across the street.  After the
Prodinator
had nearly tracked him to his safe home where he had gone to get some much
needed supplies, he couldn't take any chances.  On top of that, he also had
to get another disguise and they were running out of panda colors.  Gaunt and
shaky, he crossed the street.  

Suddenly, the hairs on his psuedo flesh stood upright.  Something wasn't
right.  He glanced down first the right half of the street, then the left.
Everything
appeared normal.  He scanned the people he saw.  Everything was normal.
"Stop it, Panda," he said to himself, "you're scaring yourself.  There's no way
she could track me here."  He walked across the street.

The figure at the end of the street snickered slightly.  Boy was *he* wrong.


Foxtrot the Furryous, BTFH on vacation