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“Okay. I’m done cleaning. You’ve got to go back in your ca...home,” said Charlie.
Glick clung to the Guard’s shirt pocket, shaking his head. He didn’t want to go into the dark drawer.
“Come on.” Charlie pulled at Glick’s fingers, attempting to peel them from his clothes. “I have to go.” He tugged again, but Glick held firm. He sighed. “Promise, you’ll behave.”
Glick nodded, smiling.
“I’m going to see a friend and she’s...Well, she’s very dangerous.”
Glick’s eyes drifted to the cage of Brush-Men. He was familiar with dangerous.
Charlie’s gaze followed Glick’s. “Alone she’s more deadly than they are, but I don’t think she could kill them all.” He frowned, his brow creasing in thought. “Maybe. She’s superfast and super deadly.”
Glick wasn’t sure he wanted to see anything that could win against the Brush-Men but he definitely didn’t want to be alone.
“You’ll need to do whatever I tell you. I don’t know how she’ll act toward you.”
“I’ll listen to you. I promise,” he said as he nodded.
“I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” Charlie shook his head. “Go to the bottom of my pocket. We can’t take a chance of the cameras catching sight of you.”
Glick slid to the bottom. It was dark down here, but that was okay because Charlie’s heartbeat pulsed steady against his body. Charlie started walking. The door opened and the Guard turned, locking it behind him. Glick straightened a little, eager to take a quick peek into the unknown. This was his first trip outside of that room. He crawled upward, slowly. He shouldn’t but he may never have this chance again.
Charlie’s finger skimmed across his pocket. “Keep moving and we go back,” he whispered.
Glick sat, leaning against the Guard’s warm chest. Charlie was no fun at all.