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It was getting close to six oโclock and many of the people were gathering their things and heading home. The sidewalks started to get a little more congested.
โPerhaps we should try out our verbal skills. And maybe test out our human currency.โ
Genghis lowered his head and whispered, โYeah, we might as well. How about that male over there?โ He gestured with his head. โHe seems to be selling something.โ
The man had a shiny cart hooked to the bumper of his car. Steam rose from the cart in little wisps. The man was gathering things and placing them into a cooler.
Trent and Genghis approached the man, who had his back to them. They stood there for a moment until the man turned around. โOh, how yah doing? Iโm about to close up, but I can get you a dog if thatโs what youโd like.โ
Trent was puzzled for a moment, โI, ah . . .โ he glanced at Genghis. โI have one.โ
โThat you do, Mac.โ He took a bun and slapped a hot dog into it. โWhat do you want on it?โ
โOn it? I, ah . . .โ
โHow โbout the works?โ
โBoss!โ Jeff responded using his newly required vernacular. โYes, that sounds swell, proprietor.โ
The man gave Trent a sideways glance, squirted some ketchup and mustard onto the hot dog, then topped it off with relish and diced purple onions. He handed it to Trent, โThere you go. Thatโll be two fifty.โ
โThis isnโt made of dog, is it?โ Trent asked. Genghis cocked his head, ears pointed straight up.
The man laughed loudly and said, โGod only knows buddy. God only knows.โ
Trent reached into his inside trench coat pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed the man three ones and got change in return. Trent thanked the hot dog man and he and Genghis started again to walk down the sidewalk.
Trent sniffed at the dog and took a bite, โHey, this is pretty good too,โ he said with his mouth full. โIf this is what the cuisine around here is like, this could be an enjoyable mission. Considering.โ
He lowered the hot dog for Genghis, and he too took a healthy bite. โMmm, not bad! Hope itโs not really canine.โ
The sidewalk was a little more crowded with people now. Some shops were closing up. Some people were standing and talking, saying their farewells. Trent and Genghis finished their hot dog and were walking with the flow of people, just observing. It was then that Genghis noticed one particular human. He was about twenty feet in front of them. Walking with everybody else and constantly looking around. There was just something about him that looked off. Genghis looked at a couple of others on the sidewalk, then back to that human. โDo you see that human male over there?โ Genghis whispered.
Trent looked around. โWhich one? Theyโre everywhere.โ
โThat one ahead of us,โ he motioned with his head. โWhite shirt, blue pants.โ
โOh, yes, I see him.โ
โDo you remember,โ Genghis whispered, looking around to see that no one was paying any attention to them, โa couple of years back, that stakeout we were on in Kenter? And we happened to stumble upon that narcotics deal just around the corner of us.โ
โYes. We called it in and it became a substantial bust. I remember.โ
โWell, they drew our attention back then because they stood out in that area. They just didnโt fit in with everybody else. Wouldnโt you say the same about that human?โ
โYes, I see what you mean,โ Trent said, observing the man.
Even millions of miles from home and in a different environment their police instincts were still very keen. The man was dressed in a dirty t-shirt and jeans, while everyone else was dressed in business or casual attire. He didnโt fit in.
Just then the man in the jeans started to walk a little quicker. He started to approach a woman from behind and then quickly and suddenly grabbed for her purse. She swung around and shouted. She held tight to the strap. The man in the jeans started pulling. It was a tug of war struggle for the purse. He then took the palm of his hand and shoved her hard in the shoulder, knocking her to the ground.
โHEY!โ Genghis blurted out.
โHe pushed her!โ Jeff Trent said in disbelief. Chivalry was far from dead in their culture. โHe pushed her right to the ground!โ
The man in the jeans yanked one more time and achieved his goal. He then turned and ran down the sidewalk bumping into pedestrians as he went. Jeff Trent and Genghis Khan instinctively started to pursue. Trent ran as fast as his new human legs could go while Genghis trotted beside him.
Then it happened.
Genghis was not sure how or why, but he took a giant stride and before he knew it, he was ten paces in front of Trent. His spine flexed, leg muscles tensed, paw pads gripped for traction. And he was twenty paces in front of Trent.
The man in the jeans ran down the sidewalk and darted into traffic. Brakes squealed, horns sounded. People started to look in the direction of the commotion. Genghis blew by the woman as she was getting to her knees. Genghis did not lose focus. He did not take his eyes off the man in the jeans. His legs pumped faster, objects in his peripheral vision went by in a blur.
Trent reached the woman as she was standing. โMadame, are you hurt?โ he asked, slowing down, but not stopping.
โThat bastard stole my purse!โ
โYes, we know,โ he called over his shoulder, as he started running again in the direction of his partner. โI have to catch up to my human canine!โ
โYour what?โ The women called back. Then she too started running after Trent.
The man in the jeans made it across the four lane brick roadway and ran into a park where
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