I was awaken by the piercing sound of the alarm. We had been breached. Without getting up, I could see the red lights flashing and spinning through the atmosphere. My white chiffon curtains turned a mahogany from the glow.
I not only needed to follow protocol and get out to the street but I wanted to. The blare was uprooting my sanity.
I slipped on my black leather boots and overalls, grabbed my bomber jacket off the hook and ran down all twelve steps. Twelve was like a magical number around here.
I entered the crowd of residents politely saying “excuse me” as I walked straight up to Kris. “What’s going on Captain?”
“Send the ladies back inside. I only need twelve good men. Round them up and meet me in building twelve.” He instructed.
At that point I knew we must’ve had some of our transportation stolen. I enlisted Lieutenant Frost to help get the men. “Move quickly! I have already put out a SR alert.”
As a group, we marched in a single file line and entered the shelter one by one. Kris stood with his mouth gaped open in amazement. The breaker box wiring and been gnawed away, wood chips and hay were strewn all over the ground.
“What do you think has caused this Sir?” Two of the men asked in sync. He pointed up to the loft and laughed so hard, he held onto his stomach.
“Rudolph! Get down from there and bring the rest of the crew! You naughty reindeer. Your love of hay and feed almost got you electrocuted. Watch where you chew next time.” A jolly feeling came upon us all.
Kris patted me on the back and thanked us for our help. “They flew up the steps thinking they were in trouble. We all overeat sometimes.” We chuckled again, knowing that was the truth.
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