Lisa (Alpha) & O'Malley (Omega)
Condition: Normal HP: 1
Lisa ran though the list of things she needed to get done as she sprinted down the back alley after her target.
The kids needed to have their clothes packed, phone plans needed to be updated while they were going down there, the food in the kitchen needed to be thrown out or given to the neighbors. She dodged around a dumpster and vaulted over some debrie.
The passports were already packed, her clothes were good, she'd gotten a new swimsuit and a hat. Trevor would be looking after her normal clients while she was gone, but she still had a full day booked up and she needed to make sure that the paperwork was all done for the people who needed medication.
They all need medication.
For their pets.
I'd never medicate my pets. Imagine if you started drooling all over the place like that poor pitbull.
came the scandalized response.
Medicine is good for you,
Lisa noted mentally with a roll of her eyes.
Nice try, lady, not falling for that one again,
came the quick response.
Lisa bounded around the corner and saw her goal, the door was only a block away now, but she'd never catch up to O'Malley who'd been in the lead ever since they started running back. And now that she was back out in the open she had to slow down to a reasonable speed. A woman outrunning a dog who was running all out would catch all sorts of attention, especally from the neighbors.
"Of course you won, you cheated,"
Lisa said, crouching down to catch her breath and rubbing her Rottweiler companion's head.
O'Malley sneezed, closest he could get to scoffing. Being a naturally superior athelete is not cheating.
"And forcing me to chase you through the most public route was just an accident?"
She asked with a knowing smirk.
Not my fault you weren't holding onto the leash!
Omega gave her a big lick across the face.
"Agh, dog germs!"
O'Malley bounded away, flopping into the snow and rolling around on his back, I love the smell of victory in the morning. It smells like bacon.
He looked up as a new thought dawned on him, Victory bacon! Is it time for breakfast?
She called, as she opened the front door to the Anderson house, then quietly added, "After I've had a shower."
A quick set of stretches and a warm shower later she found herself dressed for work but standing in front of the oven. A eggs frying in one pan, bacon in another, hashbrowns in a third, and the toaster stuffed to capacity with toast. Some days you just needed a big breakfast to get through.
Taking a quick turn towards the kitchen, the young super called out, "Are there any waffles? I'm feeling waffle-based this morning!"
"No yelling in the house,"
Dr. Phineas Andersen wrote:"Utilize the photonic-based input devices your mother auto-installed upon your creation. The half-blueprints I contributed were perfectly sound as were her matching set, so I know they are structurally operational" He calls back sardonically to his brilliant daughter.
Lisa calls back in a sing song voice.
So then why are you...
"Don't make me eat your bacon,"
She said not even looking at the dog.
I'll be good. For bacon!