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Lilac Noon Belle
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Andrews just sets me on the grass. His 'foot', rockets, turbines, it feels warm against my back. In the time I'm catching my breath, he's pulverizing the grass with foam, just to be safe.
"Status report, Wingman?"
"I'm good. Did we catch it?"
"Negative."
Of course "Damn..." I take a deep breath. We're gathering a crowd... I guess robots aren't as common as I thought. At least, not flight-capable ones.
Maybe I could climb the tree or something and approach the cat from behind, but eh... I don't want to sound like I have him in a leash. Or a rail. "Any ideas, Andrews?"
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