Book Two: Chapter 39

“He is holding court. We must be cautious or his subjects will attack you.”

“Holding court?” Mike looked at Beth.

“Kind of like civil suits. Or schmoozing at a party. Or whatever.” She shrugged. “But it means a lot of them will be there.”

“More to smash.” Tink’s voice came out as a low growl. She shifted the club on her shoulder. “Tink tired of rats.”

“Same here, Tink.” He watched her jump into the hole ahead of him and land with a loud thud and a swearing streak. “I guess I’ll go down and give you a hand,” he said to Beth.

“Why?” Beth sat down and turned while dropping, her fingers grabbing the ledge. She let go and fell the last couple of feet, landing far easier than Tink had. The rat jumped down without any issues, landing in a crouch. “You coming?”

“Yeah.” He sat down like Beth had and slid forward, rolling over onto his stomach. Unlike Beth, his legs swung too far on his descent and he lost his grip. Tink and Beth managed to grab his shoulde