I jumped from the boat and into the grey choppy water. Under the water it was murky with kicked-up sediment. Breathing shallowly I began to swim. It was at this point I began to hate my job. In theory, picking up the pieces from super villain battle was the perfect job - easy, paid well and not usually too dangerous. Today however, I had a hard job. Apparently Team Mongoose had blown up some giant ocean satellite something over the bay. I got the job. So, now I'm in 50 feet of water trying to locate some downed piece of wreckage. suddenly, I saw a flash of movement. I moved over to investigate. Then, from the wreckage came them! Five metal things were moving towards me. Instinctively, I pulled out the spear gun I had for situations like this. The things coming at me were, as it turned out, robotic fish. To make matters much worse, they shot lasers, oh and they knocked my spear gun out of my hands. The fish were a product of an insane scientist -- in other words -- something I deal with all day. Now, just as it seems like I would be dead (killed by robotic fish even), one of them exploded. Then, I saw from behind the wreckage a ninja suit-clad member of Team Mongoose. With 4 shots, he disabled the robot fish and with a small nod to me swam off. I finished the job and by the next week had forgotten all about the incident.

Several weeks later I got a package. Inside were the fish.

this is a magpie tale http://magpietales.blogspot.com/. For thursday's poet rally I nominate Brian http://www.waystationone.com/.