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A Tail of Two SKittys [Shipscat Series #2] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Mercedes Lackey
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Fantasy
eBook Description: Dick White, cat handler for the space ship Brightwing, knew that his shipscat was intelligent, but he hadn't expected her to come to the rescue when he and his shipmates were kidnapped.
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Catfantastic III, 1994
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2008
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [177 KB], eReader (PDB) [21 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [17 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [16 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [52 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [88 KB], hiebook (KML) [61 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [36 KB], iSilo (PDB) [14 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [18 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [38 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [28 KB]
Words: 5034
Reading time: 14-20 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
There were four ships here at the moment rather than the authorized three; for some reason, the independent freighter that had brought in the twenty shipscats was still here on the landing field. Dick wondered about that for a moment, then shrugged mentally. Independents often ran on shoestring budgets; probably they had only loaded enough fuel to get them here, and refueling was taking more time than they had thought it would. Suddenly, just as they passed through the doors of the building, SKitty howled, hissed, and leapt from Dick's shoulders, vanishing through the rapidly-closing door. He uttered a muffled curse and turned to run after her. What had gotten into her, anyway? He found himself looking into the muzzle of a weapon held by a large man in the nondescript coveralls favored by the crew of that independent freighter. The man was as nondescript as his clothing, with ash-blond hair cut short and his very ordinary face--with the exception of that weapon, and the cold, calculating look in his iron-gray eyes. Dick put up his hands, slowly. He had the feeling this was a very bad time to play hero.
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