I can fly. It's not that amazing to me, I've always been able to do it. One moment I'm running along a building's edge, the next I'm soaring through the air. It's not that incredible.

I can see for a dozzen miles. From the lofty hights I can spot a mouse in the weeds my two brother's couldn't spott from three feet away. Maybe hear or smell, but not see.

There were some times I wish I had been stronger, some times I wish I had been more agile on land. Both things are vastly more usefull than being able to fly... or so I though.

Three days ago my brother's and I had been sent on a mission involving a mexican sinor with more money than brains who had been smugeling people acrost the boarder in to Texas. Not fore free, mind you, for hundreds of dollers each person. He was taking them acrost the boarder to work in his suposed cattle ranch. Only there were no cattle. It was a sweat shop created to manufacture and distribute drugs.

This sinor had duped the athorities for several years and avoided prison time compleatly. Then one day a woman, thin and quite ill, had come to us to ask for our help. Her son, it seemed, was still in the sweat shop. He too was ill. She begged us to free him. At fist the orginazation was reluctent to interfiear. My brothers were sent in to investigate.

The story only gets wors from here.

Jake, with his people skills and general good looks, easily infiltrated the ranch and asumed the identity of an iligal imigrent. Kane took up a job as a guard.

I hadd the unbelivibnly good luck of becoming the hawk that hung around. For all of the first day I was doing little more than watching as people came and went. I settled in for a long mission and hoped to atleast be able to talk to my brothers at some point.

Oh, sure, we had the evidence we needed to butst this place, but we had promised one thing to the woman. We were going to get her son out.

Jake found him first. He was ill, teribly so. Food was given out in small portions so Jake, with his ever abundent genorosity, gave the kid his own food. Untill they got caught. Jake was sent to “the box”. A small five by five by six room in the bacement. I tried to get to him, to see if he was all right, but I wasn't strong enough to open the window and I wasn't going to risk blowing Kane's cover by shifting in to my human form. So I did the next best thing, I went to Kane.

He worked his way through the ranch, bribing and thretinging guards untill he came to the room. Jake, it seemed, had only suffered from boardom. The boy had suffered a wors fate. He was now on hard labor duity in the fiery sun by day, as well as the fridged night. He wouldn't last long this way.

The three of us made a quick plan. Kane would try and get the boy to “work” for him while Jake snuck in to the main office and captured the sinor in his daly criminal activities. I was to contact home base.

Simple enough.

Kane was the first to succeed in his mission. Jake came in second and transmited the recordings he had made to me. I started off for home. Ithr one of them could have, at any point, escaped the bace and called home. I felt as if they were simply giving me some thing to do. I felt exta. Unessisary. Redundent. Desiding that I might as well finish my task before I became overy depressed I hastened towards the town. As I aproached the city's limets Kane, aperently in animal form, contacted me urging me to return. I was to be stelthy and fast. Again my feline brothjer had wound up in another cat-tastrophy.

Pardon the pun.

I turned and started back, asking why I was needed. kane could efectualy subdue most all of the guards and prisoners alike. He replied that he had the situation under as much controle as he could. But he needed me to do a search and, hopefully, a resque.

The child had nearly been smuggled free, but was discovered. Jake, having been the one to lead the boy so close to safety, had made a run for it to try and draw the wrath of the sinor apon him self. Aperently he had succeeded.

I felt fear grip me and I shoved my self hard to return as quickly as posible. As soon as I touched down at the ranch Kane, human form, pointed in the general direction I was to go in. I took off again and climbed high. Setteling in to a slow desent I started to circle the ranch and surounding fields.

There... near the steam bed, Jake was pined down, human form. I wondered idaly why he hadn't shifted to a cat and simply waltzed by. Then I spotted the boy.

A fiew words that had not been programed in to my abundently stocked vocabulary came to my mind. Had I been human I may have made them audiable.

I desended and landed near Jake. He looked at me then at the boy. Aperently the poor thing had passed out. I trans formed and took the boy one way as Jake took off in another direction. The forces followed him. He lead them a diozen wasy past tuesday then shifted to cat form and returned to me. He returned to a human state and took the child from me. I was told that the guards had orders to shoot and kill then I was instructed to hury fast as I could to get help and back up.

And so I did.

I reached a new record in speed and arived in the small town only minutes after my take off. I called and reported. The police were dispatched and the orginazation sent out it's troups. I hung up the phone and slid to my knees.

I only ment to rest for a moment, but aperently I passed out, for the next thing I saw was Kane gazing in to my eyes. Jake's hand was on my forhead.

I was told that I as overheated. I had over exerted my self. I brushed my smaller brother's hand away and asked about the child. He was, finaly, safe and with his mother. Though they were returning to Mexico. But not before being treated and well cared for. I was happy for them. I was, however, more happy that for once I had done more than just sit back and watch. I was useful. And now, I felt it.