Free The City Heroes by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren Page B

glance.
    â€œNo,” Blaize replied shortly and turned away.
    Thatcher adjusted and said, “His name is Drood, but he told his people to call him the Master of Enchantment !”
    Blaize chuckled and scratched his hindquarter. “Why did he choose such a whimsical nickname?”
    â€œDrood has said he would like to be a magician in the future. I am sure that is why he chose that nickname.”
    â€œWell, in an ever-changing world, it is best to allow people to follow the path they have chosen.”
    â€œYou are right, but his father is a professor and he does not believe in playing tricks to make a living. That is why he asked him to come to the factory, to learn how to use his hands. An honest vocation is never a bad idea.”
    Blaize was impressed, and then he asked, “What vocation is he learning?”
    Thatcher replied, “I don’t know, but I think it has something to do with machines!”
    As Blaize cleared his throat to talk, the sound of a vehicle pulling up in front of the factory drew their attention. Some armed men jumped out of the van and dashed into the factory. Not long after, the men came out of the factory with Drood and Mr. Standfield. They bundled them into the waiting van, and drove off. Thatcher jumped to his feet. “What is happening? That’s my master! Where are they taking him?” Without wasting a moment, the friends hit the road and gave chase.

CHAPTER 6
Rescued



Blaize and Thatcher were tired by the time they got to the kidnappers’ hide out. The men had dragged Mr. Standfield and Drood to the backyard of a building in the middle of an abandoned plantation, and tied them to a stake. The men telephoned Mr. Standfield’s people, and it was obvious from their side of the conversation that what they wanted from the family was a ransom. Drood had apparently been mistaken for the Mr. Standfield’s son.
    Blaize whispered, “Thatcher, you must return to the house and try to get your master’s father to come here.”
    â€œNEVER!” the dog snarled. “Let’s attack them here and now and teach them a lesson…”
    â€œSSSH!” Blaize interjected. “I hear footsteps; keep your voice low.”
    Thatcher shook his head angrily. “I can’t sit here and watch my master die. We must act fast. Come up with an idea, Blaize!”
    The cat inhaled sharply and suggested, “Let’s get closer and see how they’re tied.” Without wasting time, Blaize led the way, looking carefully to every side as they moved. By the time they were a stone’s throw from where Drood and Mr. Standfield were tied, they realized that they were at a serious disadvantage. “This won’t be an easy task,” Blaize relayed.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” the dog asked, staring at his poor master tied to a stake.
    â€œThe rope! We need a rat to loosen it,” Blaize disclosed.
    â€œAh, you are right! What do we do now?”
    As they pondering what to do next, Blaize cleared his throat and whispered, “I will be back in a flash!” Before Thatcher could blink, the cat disappeared into the bush.
    Moments later, there was a big commotion. Thatcher realized it was Blaize, who emerged with a hare whining under his extended claws. Reaching the dog, now charged for battle, the cat spared the hare a breath and disclosed, “If I intended to eat you, I wouldn’t have brought this far. But if you try to play pranks, then my claws will ruin your day!”
    Quivering at the feet of the two immense creatures, the unfortunate hare mumbled, “Just tell me what you want me to do, and consider it done.”
    Blaize took a deep breath as he looked straight into the eyes of the frightened creature. He grabbed the hare by the neck and pinned him to a tree. The hare was kicking at the air as the cat threatened, “Let me warn you one last time; if you disappoint me, then my face will be the last one