49 - 11 - Forklight

Nothing. Then . . .

Two thick metal prongs erupted through the doors.

The prongs rose. The doors crumpled open.

"GrrrrrrrOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWR!"

Rachel, in grizzly morph, bounded through the opening. Behind her in the passageway sat the monster forklift from the circus, motor rumbling.

<Don't think of it as stolen property,> she told Jake. <Think of it as a really big key.>

<Let's bail!> Jake leaped onto the forklift.