The Second Book of the Alienbutt Saga. The Rise of Mr Fluffy. Part 46.

The agent ushered the assassins inside and closed the door.
“All information has been transferred to the shuttle and the computers wiped, my Lady. The missile silos will give a covering fire when we launch. The entrance to the tunnel is behind that unit,” he said, indicating a large metal unit against the wall.
One of the assassins stepped forward and slid the unit to one side, revealing a pair of double doors. Pressing a button, the doors slid open to reveal a lift.
“It is a turbo lift; it will have us in the hangar within minutes. Everything is ready for our escape.”
Death Ray turned to the agent and withdrew her pistol. “Your services are no longer needed.” With that she shot the unfortunate man and without a backward glance entered the lift.

Mr Fluffy climbed out of the rubble. His vision sensors were flickering and a weapons malfunction on his right arm would mean it was useless until he could repair it. The heat of the thermal grenade had melted the metal structure of the building within seconds, causing its collapse, but his battle suit had withstood it with acceptable damage. Finally the sensor array fully rebooted and Mr Fluffy set off after the fleeing assassins. As he reached the building of the Galactica agent, he received a message that his ship was under attack from missiles fired from the planet, and that a shuttle had launched. He was about to order himself beamed aboard the ship when the agent’s building in front of him exploded. The blast picked up Mr Fluffy and he was thrown backwards to smash through a building behind him. The force of the explosion had flattened all buildings within fifty feet, and as Mr Fluffy got back to his feet he heard a large cracking noise. Looking up he saw the dome of the trading outpost’s environmental bubble covered in large cracks. Seconds later the dome gave way and the contents of the bubble were blown out to the non-atmosphere of the small moon.

Mr Fluffy was beamed aboard his ship minutes later, but the assassins had escaped. His battle suit had worked well and not even the freezing cold of the moon’s surface had affected its operation. The Galactica assassins had given it a field test more rigorous than expected, but he was still operational. He had easily defeated a team of ten of the deadliest killers in the universe. Nothing now could stand against him as he continued to plan his rise to rule the universe, yet a voice within his head warned him not to underestimate the Alienbutt.
Dismissing such thoughts, he opened the hatch on the battle suit and nimbly jumped out. Sitting down he began to wash himself, as a member of the ship’s crew placed a bowl of milk in front of him and began to wind up a small clockwork mouse. Purring in excitement, Mr Fluffy waited to pounce as the mouse was placed on the floor.

To be continued.
All images are mine.