Skipper paced the floor angrily. He fidgeted his hands anxiously as he made each turn across the tattered wood floor. His slippers dragging across the surface with a scrapping sound. He muttered disgruntled under his breath.
Kat watched him leaning up against the work table. Her arms crossed against the feeling of guilt, she knew she was partly to blame for Skipper's present distress.
The front door opened and Toby walked in wearing an triumphant smile. Kat gave a sigh of relief, she couldn't help but smile as well.
Skipper was not so easily delighted. He stopped his pacing slowly and turned to face Toby a disapproving look on his face. Kat and Toby waited silently for him to speak, however, the old man didn't. He simply turned and walked towards his study.
“I’m sorry Skipper I had to.” Toby called after Skipper.
Skipper nodded understandingly but still his eyes showed no sight of empathy.
"And you'll have to face the consequences as well." He said his words falling heavy on the room, dampening the celebration. He strode into his study shutting the door behind him.
Kat looked over to Toby, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had just made a huge mistake. Toby sighed.
"He means well. He's just...hard for him to take risks he's lost a lot already." Toby said.
Kat nodded, she felt like asking about it further but the time didn't seem right so she asked instead,
"How did it go?"
"It went well. I sold it to him! We just need to add to the design to hide the second door."
Kat nodded, allowing a small hope to kindle in her heart.
“So, we give Stratagus the cage, he puts my dad into it, the bug follows my dad in and then my dad escapes. As we run off the bug kill itself trying to escape because no one is crazy enough to help it.”
Toby nodded vaguely.
“Not entirely foolproof.” Kat pointed out. "we need a distraction, some chaos in order to use the crowd to hide our departure otherwise Stratagus will just have someone kill my father as he runs away."
"We'll think of something out." He assured her.
“What if. My dad doesn’t listen? What if he doesn’t run?” Kat asked, unable to hide her greatest fear. They could sit and plan forever until they came up with an a plan that was unpredictable and one hundred percent successful but they but she couldn't guarantee her father would run. He hadn't the first time.
Tears threatened to pour from her eyes.
Toby didn’t answer. He watched her patiently waiting for her to continue.
“I mean…he…when I…” Kat sighed miserably. “The last time I saw
fight. Maybe sacrificing himself was his way of fighting, maybe he wasn't fighting to live but fighting for your life. Without him they’d have no way to track you right they don't have your scent.” He pointed leaning against the table.
Kat nodded she too had thought of this, she found this option as unfavorable as the last.
“You've done so much to help me. How can I ever pay you back?” She asked changing the subject.
“Hmm.” Toby said distractedly.
“You’ve helped me so much and I don’t even know why…” She waited for him to explain why he had helped her but when he remained silent she continued on. “Can I help you with anything? Give you anything.”
“Do you have a million gold pieces?” He asked.
Kat shook her head laughing.
“Too bad that's the going rate for my assistance .” He muttered, posing in a thoughtful manner without exhibiting any serious thought process.
“You'll have to steal it.” He concluded.
Kat laughed, shaking her head.
“Oh boy I picked the wrong person to help out. Buy me a drink and I'll be happy.” He said.
“Aren’t we supposed to be lying low?” Kat asked.
Toby rolled his eyes. his mischievous smile lighting up his face.
"You're going to start listening to Skipper now?" Toby asked, scooping up his top hat.