B20C6/7 - Packs a BB Gun

David lurched to the desk, like he was going to attack me. But instead he yanked open a drawer and whipped out . . .

<A gun! A gun? This kid has a gun?!> I yelped.

(...)

<Gun? What gun?> Rachel yelled.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Something stung my bare belly. <He's got a BBgun!>

<He could put someone's eye out with that!> Rachel cried in outrage.

<Yeah, mine!> I said. I closed one talon over the cube. It was too big! I used both talons. I could hold the cube, but I could barely stand. I flapped like a madman and managed to fall off the desk, still holding the cube.
Pop! Pop!

<Okay, now he's ticked me off!> Rachel said.

<Don't hurt him!> I said. <He's just an innocent bystander.>

<Innocent, my ->

Pop! Pop! Pop!

I flapped hard and scooted along the carpet toward the door. Rachel did a little better, but once in the hallway her wings hit the walls with each stroke.

"Oh no, you don't!" David yelled. "Give me back that blue box!"

Off we went: two dragging, scuffling, staggering, BB-stung birds, one hauling a blue box. Followed by an outraged boy yelling and firing a very lifelike gun.

Down the hall!

<Ow!>

<Look out!>

"Give me back my box!"

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Down the stairs!

<Ow!>

<Hey, watch it!>

"Give me back my box!"

Pop! Pop! Pop!