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The Rat
Nanny regained its wheels and rushed to
the bed, grippers extended as it moved. It ripped the grating off the
vent. Something fell onto the bed, bounced, rolled off
The rat? But it couldn't be, because
Nanny paid no attention to it. Nanny seized the edge of the vent and
hauled its body up so that its eye could see inside. Zizz-zizz.
Zizz-zizz.
Nanny dropped onto the bed.
Rattle-bump-ping. A sniffer popped out, jaws snapping madly. Nanny
lifted in into the vent, then somersaulted to the floor.
"Get out of the way," Nanny said.
"That was the rat! What was it
doing here?" Jeff asked, scrambling to his feet.
"Get out of the way," Nanny said.
"Where are you going?"
"It is ninety percent likely the animal
will flee to its nest. I will be there."
Jeff picked up his gun. "Me too!"
"No. You will stay here."
"That's not fair! I would have blasted
it. It's just . . . well, I thought rats were brown!"
"You are an ignorant boy. Move aside."
"No!"
"Yes!" Nanny seemed to get bigger,
like a porcupine raising its quills. Dozens of mechanical arms poked out
of hidden holes in Nanny's black armor and waved and clattered. Nanny
lurched forward.
Jeff meant to hold his ground, but the
instant before Nanny touched him, he flinched and let Nanny scoot past.
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