The Interstellar Police Force, Book One: The Historic Mission by Raymond Klein (ebook reader 7 inch txt) 📕

baby.” She put up an index finger, “No tongue this time, Sweetie.” He planted one more on her, and again she used her sleeve and watched him as he walked to the sidewalk.

Colus stood in front of Chloe’s duplex looking around and breathing in the morning air. He grabbed his belt and pulled his pants up higher upon his girth. He then started walking toward Grant Park.

Fifteen minutes after that, Jeff and Genghis were in the Thunderbird. They left Jennifer’s with a promise of checking in on her in a couple of days, and both got a hug and thank you in return. They were traveling south on Compton Road when Genghis called up his computer. “Whoa! Our boy is on the move. I’ve got cameras here that are now operating.” They continued south, and all the cameras in that area were operating as normal. So Trent turned the Thunderbird and retraced their steps. He then turned right on Seventh Avenue. “There we go!” Genghis said, “I just had a camera go out.” They continued up Seventh.

Colus Valda was standing behind a tree in Grant Park. He was watching a young couple lying on the grass making out. “Oh, yeahhh,” he said with his knees together. He just stood there, out of sight, and watched. He started to get closer to the tree. A drop of saliva ran from his open mouth and down his chubby chin. That’s when he saw the white vintage automobile in the distance driving up Seventh Avenue.

“Ahh! The IPF agent!” He tried his best to put as much of the tree between him and the vehicle as possible. But the tree was not that wide. He just kept angling himself behind the tree as the agent drove by. When the vehicle was far beyond Grant Park, Colus Valda started to run. He waddled back and forth like a penguin trying his best to cross Seventh Avenue. When he finally made it across, he was horribly out of breath. How are these humans capable of running? he thought to himself. As he was catching his breath he looked up Seventh Avenue. He could see the vintage automobile far up the road. And to his horror, he saw the brake lights come on. Then, the automobile made a ‘U’ turn and started to come back.

“Ahh, no! No! No!” He started running again. He stumbled and tripped as he turned East on Fifth Avenue, getting stares from the people walking the street. He just made it to an alley and hid beside a dumpster breathing heavily when the white vehicle slowly drove by. He held his breath. Sweat poured from his forehead. He could see the agent clearly. Dark hair, dark glasses, dark suit, and traveling with that human canine. “Now that’s just damn odd,” he said out loud as the vehicle passed. His back was against the wall of the alley as he slowly slid down behind the dumpster and sat in the fetal position in a small puddle of smelly water. He did not move for the rest of the day.

When it was very dark and the moon was very high, Colus Valda tentatively left his haven behind the dumpster. His back and legs hurt badly as he walked to the street and looked up and down. He saw no vehicles whatsoever. None parked. None traveling. Especially the white one. It was very late and the sidewalks were empty. He flexed his back and started to move his legs to get the circulation going again. He stood for a long moment just looking around. Then his whole body quivered and he grabbed his crotch. “Oh, shit! I gotta spark something! It’s time to put my plan into action.”

Thirty minutes later he was in the basement of his intended target. He had cased the building out several days earlier and found a badly locked door, which gave him access. There was very little lighting; he had trouble seeing. The furnace hissed loudly. Over by the far wall, mops and smelly buckets sat. A large pile of newspapers were stacked to be recycled on the following day. Perfect, he thought to himself.  He walked over to the newspapers with his hand in his pocket. He pulled out a small plastic container, popped off the top, and poured the Calbenite out into a nice neat little pile beside the stack. He found two half-full cans of paint thinner emblazoned with the words “flammable” on them and placed them next to the little pile as well. Then, reaching into his other pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Valda took a cigarette out, placed it between his lips and lit the end with a disposable lighter. He inhaled and started coughing and hacking. “Oh, shit!” he coughed again. “Why do humans do this to themselves?” He made sure the tip of the cigarette glowed red hot then he took it between his index finger and thumb and, gently and carefully, placed the filtered end into the small pile of Calbenite, standing it up erect. It would take at least ten to fifteen minutes for it to burn down and ignite.

Colus Valda exited the building. He waited for about two minutes then, looking up and down the street. He didn’t see the white vintage automobile. There were people around the building, but no one noticed the fat, pudgy little man as he left the area. He was very excited as he walked back to Chloe’s duplex. “Oh, I hope Bollar is watching the entertainment box tomorrow!”

Chapter Thirty-Three

It was one in the morning. Jeff Trent was sleeping in his room neatly tucked under the pastel covers of his bed. Genghis Khan was across the hall in his room, curled up on top of his covers next to the pillows. There was a faint sound in the distance, then seconds later the windows rattled with the traveling concussion of the blast. Jeff and Genghis met each other in the small