Chapter 28

It took six gangsters, each twice her size, to carry the flying squirrel to the great slab

of a table Professor Zombie had prepared for her.

Three more of their fellows lay unconscious, or reeling from the blows she had rained down upon them

as they had tried to grab hold of her unrestrained feet.

Kit knew that any one of the undead soldiers created to be the strong arms of the crime

cabal could have done the job twice as quickly as this incompetent pack of baboons.

But for the moment, Professor Zombie seemed to be enjoying the display,

and Kit knew from experience that the professor was at her most vulnerable

when she was feeling pleased with herself.

It had been the Red panda who had taught her

that one could predict the behavior of most criminals fairly consistently by looking at them as a pack of

dogs. Even when hunting, they still struggled for dominance. Zombie must have felt that the more

trouble the Flying Squirrel gave the subordinate members of the gang, the more it would elevate

zombie's own status when she dealt with the problem. Let's just make sure it never gets that

far, she thought to herself as she used her jiu-jitsu training to squirm and rock, never quite hard

enough to get free. Not that Kit relished the thought of being strapped to that table,

but the restraints there were

heavy leather ties rather than the change she'd been held by a moment ago. If she broke free of the

crowd that was taking her abuse just now, there were 20 others handy, pistols at the ready to finish her off.

Somehow she would have to even the odds just a little before she made her play.

She could see Kid Chaos in the midst of the throng grinning like a maniac.

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