The van swerved to a stop in front of Curveballs's compound. His security people were waiting at the concrete wall with guns ready. Victoria stepped forward and pointed to the top of the palm tree. Security began shouting. Victoria's assistants hit the ground.
"It's a bloody cat," she screamed. "In the tree...a cat." She made the meow sound.
Slowly Curveball's security looked up at the tree. Soon Curveball himself joined the standoff. He was wearing a bathrobe with Kevlar vest hastily tied in place.
"You came here for an ally cat?" he asked.
"It's scared," said Victoria. "I can get it. I can climb trees."
"It's a ploy," said Curveball.
"Just me," said Victoria.
Security opened the gate. Victoria quickly shimmied the tree. She made soothing cat sounds until the cat slowly scampered down the palm trunk and bounded around the compound until it was out of sight.
"I'd like the wheelbarrow," said Victoria.
"I'm not going in it again," said Curveball.
"No.
Curveball gestured for his people to bring the wheelbarrow. Victoria rolled the wheelbarrow to the van. Soon they were gone.
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