“I can’t believe it’s actually snowing,”
“You can’t believe it’s snowing, or that you’re stuck shoveling?” Vire teased.
“Oh, I fully expected that I would be shoveling when I married the maintenance department of the apartment complex.”
“Oh, so I’m a department,” Vire laughed.
“And how am I supposed to respond to that?”
There was a bang, the sound of a shovel hitting cement, and the two looked over at Tech who signed his answer. --You could say I don’t need to be out here shoveling.--
“I’m going to make use of you when you’re home,” Vire told her son. “Especially if you are really planning on doing that undercover thing with the agents.”
--Are you really going to let me do it?-- Tech asked.
“Tech,” Vire smiled. “I trust how you were raised. Just remember to let me know where you’re going. Oh, and be willing to find me a daughter-in-law as well.”
--Mother!--
“You’re going to start sounding like my mother,”
“I heard that,” Vire said. “It’s a good thing I like your mother.”
“That is a good thing,”
--Not sure,-- Tech admitted. --Anyway, are you sure they’d hire a mute?--
“If they were a normal agency, probably not,”
Tech grinned and nodded as he went back to his shoveling. The snow had started falling shortly after pie and came down with blizzard force. It was not until late night that it had begun to lighten up. Since the family had been awake, Vire had them all go out to shovel and ice the steps so they would not have to do so much in the morning. Thankfully, the light snow was now completely letting up as the storm finally passed over head.
There was another tap of the shovel and both parents looked over at Tech. --Roxanne and Sandra are coming. They sound happy.--
“Looks like you caught your man,”
“Caught him?” Rox asked, and then grinned. “Creamed him is more like it.”
“With the information we had, we were able to nail him so completely there was no way out,” Sandra explained.
“I was still impressed that you guys decided to leave in the snow,” Vire said.
“Well,” Rox said as she stopped in front of the snow shovelers, “it didn’t start snowing hard until about ten minutes after we left. By then, we were able to get to the place and take down our man. Thankfully, he turned out to be a wuss.”
“Everyone’s a wuss to you,” Sandra sighed.
“So,” Roxanne continued. “We took him down, waited for decent enough weather, and then turned him in and got the nice reward. For such a wuss, he sure had a good reward on his head.”
“That’s because he thought he was a clinical lycanthrope,” Sandra explained.
“A clinical what?” Vire asked.
“He thought he was a werewolf,” Sandra sighed. “Tonight’s a full moon, but since it was covered by clouds he apparently could not transform and rip our heads off like he kept threatening.”
“It certainly is a beautiful moon,”
“You can actually only spot the section where they live during full or waning phases,” Vire answered. “They live in the section right over there along the side.”
“Mine use to live on the other end of the moon.”
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