Harold gated into the front room where an lady was sleeping in a chair in front of a muted television. Seconds later three imp gates opened at various points in room and Devious, Delirious and John dropped to the floor, their hooves muted by the faded Axminster.
“Split up and find it.” Harold looked at each of them in turn. “We’ll take a floor each. I’ll take the cellar. If this old lady wakes up she won’t be able to see any of you lot but she’d see me.”
Devious prodded the woman. Ruby Blesset shifted position and began to snore. Harold narrowed his eyes. “You had to push it, didn’t you?” he said. “No pudding for you tonight.”
Harold had hardly begun searching the cellar when Delirious appeared with the shell in his hand. “Where did you find it?”
“Up yer’ bum.” Delirious grinned, showing his triple row of sharp teeth. “It was on his bedside table. Easy peasy to just take it back.”
“Excellent.” Harold paused, his gaze lingering on the eight foot battlefield set out with troops of elves and goblins. There was something familiar about the terrain depicted, but he couldn’t think what. He shook his head and went up the stairs into the kitchen to let himself out of the back door. Portal use was tricky and he didn’t want to wake the old lady.
The three imps followed him.
One thing left to do,” said Harold, handing Devious a large sack from the back of his van. “Nip inside and put that in Tom-tom’s bedroom.”
“Is it dangerous?” asked the imp. “What’s inside?”
Harold smiled. “Cats.”
© Rachel Green 2007