Peters was restless that night. Tossing and turning as he sought sleep desperately. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed a dark shape standing at the foot of his bed. The light was suddenly turned on and the poor man blinked.

“Time to get up.”

Peters sat bolt upright and simply stared at the rather absurd image of a large slim cat with sea blue eyes that was watching him. Around the brown fur, a yellow cloak was kept in place with a golden throat clasp.

“Do you intend to lie there all night? Get up!”

The sheets were hauled off as the cat threw the clothes at him.

“Do you know what day it is?” the cat asked.

Peters shook his head as he pulled his clothes on.

“I’m pretty sure that it is Friday,” he muttered. “Why are you here Jerrix?”

“To pull your nuts out of the fire of course. It took me quite a while to locate you by the way. I had to use a wide scan.”

“I wish you hadn’t bothered,” Peters replied.

“There have been a few changes since your last visit,” Peters said.

“I know all about that,” the moggy said. “I do keep up to date you know.”

Jerrix stared at the dressed individual and said, “Are we ready now?”

Peters nodded.

“Come on then.”

“Hold it one second. Where are we off to?”

The cat ignored him as he dashed towards the outside world. When he reached the waiting car he said, “We need your car by the way.”
“Climb in,” Peters said opening the door for him.

As the engine came to life, the puzzled man said, “Where to?”

The moggy smiled.

“Baker Hill please.”

“There is nothing up there now but fast growing trees.”

“If we sit here much longer Peters, those trees will be frazzled.
Now gun that engine.”

The gent shook his head and pushed the pedal to the floor as the moggy tried to explain.

“An escaped criminal is heading your way and I may not be able to defeat him.”

“Who is he?”

“The fiend calls himself Zeus. He is powerful and rather on the dangerous side.”

Peters recognised the name of course.

“The last thing that Foxley needs is a Greek god strutting all over the place.”

“Greek god?” the moggy exclaimed. “Your species has a habit of recording events in a garbled form. Greek god indeed.”

The vehicle had reached the ‘B’ road and was about to turn onto the track when the cat intervened.

“You can stop here.”

As soon as the vehicle halted, the moggy leapt out and started running up the hill. As Peters followed, the cat yelled, “Come on slowcoach.”

At the top of the tree-lined hill, Peters noticed four large silver balls had been carefully placed upon the ground. As he dashed up he said, “Did you put these here?”

“Of course I did. When I activate them, they will create a disruption field you know.”

Jerrix produced his fork like device and setting the dial, proceeded to activate each ball in turn. When he had finished he said, “This may not work by the way.”

“So you expect this Zeus chap to arrive here do you?”

Jerrix stared at him in disbelief.

“Have you been paying attention Peters? Of course he will land here. Why do you think that these are here? Decoration perhaps?”

“Just how dangerous is he?”

The moggy rolled his eyes.

“Let me put it this way. He could swat your town like a fly.”

The cat stared at the inky dark sky and pointed.

“Damn it! Here he comes.”

Peters stared at the growing point of light as the cat pulled him away.

“Follow me right now!”

They ran behind a tree and watched as the light descended rapidly.

When it soft-landed within the circle of devices, rays of green light created a canopy around it.

“It seems to be working after all,” the moggy muttered. Perhaps I was worrying for nothing.”

“It looks quite harmless to me. Nothing like Zeus.”

“You really are an idiot,” the cat hissed.

As they watched with baited breath, the ball of light suddenly expanded, shattering the canopy of light.

“That’s torn it,” the cat muttered.

The light grew to an immense size before transforming into the figure of a hideous individual. Now standing a hundred feet high, a single eye blinked from beneath the mop of straggly hair. His hands formed two huge digits, and a pair of sandals and a long skirt finished the look off.

Jerrix pointed and whispered, “That is Zeus.”

The horrified mortal watched as the great eye scanned his immediate surroundings. As he looked down, he spotted the useless devices. A deep voice roared with laughter.

“Such puny technology. Who dares to challenge the great Zeus?”

Jerrix pulled Peters down as the giant smashed the devices with his feet.

“A little demonstration of my power perhaps?”

He raised his hand and pointed towards Jubilee Tower. As he did so, a bolt of energy akin to lightning shot out and smashed the building into rubble.

“Now they shall follow me,” the fellow bellowed. “Either that or they shall face destruction.”

He slowly lumbered off towards the waking town as fire sirens rent the night.

“Good grief!” Peters said as he watched.

“Now you know why I was worried,” the cat muttered.

“He’ll trample the town flat.”

“Certainly he will. That is if you lot choose the path of resistance.”

“Not something that you recommend then?”

Jerrix shook his fluffy head.

“Not on this occasion. For once strict compliance is the order of the day.”

“Triad won’t stand for that,” Peters muttered.

The cat nodded.

“That is what worries me.”

Ep 2

When DI Holland opened his window to find out what the ongoing din was about, he stared in disbelief at the apparition. Illuminated by the flames from the shattered tower, Zeus watched as fire engines approached at high speed.

“So they want to play do they?”

He leaned forward and snatched them up like toys. As the crew clung for dear life, he hurled them towards Foxley wood roaring with evil laughter.

“This is just far too easy.”

Holland looked down as the panda car drew up and his terrified sergeant yelled up at him.

“We have to move now sir!”

The DI needed no second telling as he quickly dressed. When he at last sat beside the officer he asked, “Is that thing for real Andrew?”

“It certainly looks solid to me sir.”

“Where is Peters by the way?”

“He wasn't at home sir. Where do you want to go?”

The DI thought rapidly.

“We need to set up a command post Andrew. Somewhere to organise some kind of response. Inform despatch that all armed units are to assemble on Southside.”

The officer made the frantic call before the car lurched away with siren blaring.

Zeus watched from his vantage point as terrified residents fled in all directions. To make his superiority quite clear to everyone, he raised his hand once more and unleashed an energy bolt toward the rail station. The building went up in an explosion of flame, carriages, and hapless passengers being engulfed in the holocaust.

“Puny man,” the monster roared. “Bow down to my greatness or meet your sorry end!”

A group of heroic men suddenly approached from Market Street, armed with nothing more that cricket bats.

“We are not afraid of you mate!” one of them shouted.

“You dare to question my authority?”

“We dare!”

“So be it!”

His great maw swept down, smashing the protesters to a bloody pulp.
Squeezing the goo between his two digits, he licked it off.

“Not bad,” Zeus muttered. “Could do with some salt though.”

A squad car flashed by, gunshots being fired from the rear window. Zeus felt the bee stings and responded by grabbing the offending vehicle.

“Such puny resistance is quite pointless you know.”

He turned toward the burning tower and promptly tossed the car into the flames. Beneath his feet, a horrified mother was frantically trying to get her newborn to safety when she was spotted.

Horrified onlookers half expected him to murder her and were somewhat astonished when she passed by safely.

“Now listen to me humanity. I’m the new kid on the block. Obey my commands and you shall not be harmed.”

The town priest suddenly approached from the crowd. A man without a church since the dragon episode, he was a sprightly fifty year old who truly believed that faith could conquer everything.

With his crucifix stretched out, he marched upon the bloodthirsty fiend.

“Get thee back to hell Satan!”

Zeus stared at this astonishing individual and picked him up gently.

“Who is this Satan? A fellow like myself?”

The priest shook with divine rage.

“You are cursed by our Lord and shalt not prevail!”

The monster laughed and put him down again.

“I do prevail so run along now.”

As chaos erupted around him, he was becoming a little peeved at the lack of support from the townsfolk.

“You need another demonstration of my power?”

He looked around for a suitable target and his eye locked with the swimming baths on Tressle Street.

“That looks like a useless building. Not in my kingdom!”

A thunderbolt launched downwards, smashing the baths into fragments.
The creature bellowed once more.

“Bring me adequate food for your master!”

The townsfolk just stared at each other, before fleeing as a body to the presumed safety of the nearby wood.

Upon Baker Hill, Peters and Jerrix had watched helplessly as the giant smote the hapless town.

“You have got to do something,” Peters said. “Can’t you smite him or something?”

“With what exactly? That fellow is in his element.”

“We just cannot watch the town being trashed.”

“That’s precisely what we must do to survive my boy.”

“I bet the DI is up to something.”

“That new chap Holland? If he has much sense he’ll leave well alone.”

Peters was disgusted by the lack of action and started running back to the waiting car.

“Where are you off to?”

“The warehouses. That’s where my boss will head for.”

Jerrix shrugged his shoulders and ran after him. When they arrived on Southside, the DI spotted them with intense shock.

“What the hell are you?”

Jerrix just smiled.

“The only intelligent creature who knows how to stop Zeus DI.”

“Sorry sir,” Peters said. “This is Jerrix Tau, well known to my department.”

“He would be,” the stunned officer said.

The fearless moggy glanced at the eight armed officers and winced.

“Please don’t tell me that you are planning a last stand?”

“You don’t really expect us to sit on our butts do you?”

Jerrix shook his head and produced his fork like device.

“My first attempt failed but this might work.”

“That puny thing?” the sergeant asked.

Jerrix rolled his eyes.

“What I really need is a loadstone.”

“I’ve heard of those,” Peters said.

“Glad you have,” Jerrix said. “Now I just need to reset the dial and eh, bob’s your uncle.”

He waived it around and examined the readout.

“It’s in that direction,” the moggy said pointing.

“That takes us to the monastery,” the DI pointed out.

“Probably been used as a brick then,” the unhappy feline said. “Come on then and bring your men. I’ll need protecting from the nuns.”

With a grin, he headed back to the car as Peters climbed in.

“Will this really work Jerrix?”

The cat glanced at him.

“If it doesn’t I’ll never live it down.”

When they arrived at the locked gates, the moggy was incensed.

“This will never do you know.”

He set the device to laser cut and quickly snapped the padlock.
Pushing the gate open, he jumped back in as the cars moved by.

The sisters had been watching the carnage as the cars drew up. The mother superior marched over as the officers got out.

“May we help you?”

The cat ignored her and walked over to the main entrance of the Tudor building. Glancing at the left, he soon spotted what he was looking for.

“Ruddy stupid place to put it!”

Kneeling, he activated the cutter and started to carefully carve around the precious loadstone.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“Keep her back Holland or shoot her eh?”

The shocked woman was quickly led off as the cutting continued.

“I’ll need a length of wire by the way. About a foot long.”

“We’ll find it,” the DI said leading his men inside.

By the time the load stone had been removed, they had returned with the cable and Jerrix quickly bared the end.

“What’s your plan?” the sergeant asked.

“This should drain that thing’s energy. It’ll make a loud fizzing noise by the way.”

“You’d have to get ruddy close,” Peters said.

“Actually I know that.”

The cat’s device melted the wire into the stone and moments later, it was secure.

“Now to business,” the moggy said smiling.

As everyone watched, he marched towards the town, whistling loudly to himself. The officers shrugged their shoulders and followed by car.

As they reached Foxley, the unhappy Zeus was becoming increasingly angry.

“No food then?” he demanded. “Want your lousy world to burn then?”
He raised his maw and unleashed bolt after bolt at Perky Road incinerating the two gay clubs.

“I need food now!” the enraged god demanded.

“No dinner then Zeus,” a timid voice called out.

The Cyclops gazed down and spotted the moggy walking over.

“Jerrix Tau. We meet once more.”

The brave feline bowed.

“I put you in prison remember. You can go back if you wish.”

The god laughed.

“I broke through their shields Jerrix. I am invincible.”

“So you think eh?”

The moggy lassoed the wire and hurled it and the loadstone at the heel of the creature. As it struck, the energy discharged with a loud whoosh. Zeus suddenly staggered as Jerrix screamed, “Now!”

A volley of bullets slammed into the creature, reeling it back. Jerrix dived clear as it suddenly stumbled before crashing headlong.
Jerrix stood and dusted himself down.

“That’s the end of him at least,” the DI muttered. “Thanks for the help.”

Jerrix grinned.

“Just like Achilles, you see. Weak heels.”

As they laughed, they were suddenly frozen in time. As the moggy stared, a familiar melodic voice greeted him.

Jerrix gawped at the only being within our universe that he truly feared. Her dark hair and silver dress seemed to bristle with absolute power.

“Oh, it's you Dyan. Whatever are you doing here?”

The woman smiled sweetly.

“Putting right the mess that you caused.”

The shocked moggy pointed to himself.

“Me? Look around you. Zeus was responsible.”

“I intended to stop him Jerrix. You intervened.”

Now the moggy was worried.

“Oh come on. My ruddy plan worked!”

Dyan waved her arm and the cat was silenced.

“That’s much better,” she muttered. “You keep stepping out of your position in the space time cortex. What you see around you is the result. From now on, I will put a stop to your meddling. You will be returned to your proper place.”

She waived her hand once more and the moggy gasped.

“I hate you doing that. As for locking me into my time stream, I just won’t stand for it.”

“Enough Jerrix Tau,” she said quietly. “I maintain time remember? “Be gone from my sight.”

With those words, the unhappy moggy faded from view as Dyan surveyed the smashed town of Foxley.

“I shall simply erase this particular timeline. For these mortals nothing will have happened tonight. This planet has the scent of death about it. ”

With these words, the powerful woman vanished.

It was the knocking that woke Peters up after a restless night. He glanced at the clock and saw the sunlight streaming in.

“My ruddy alarm failed.”

He climbed out and opened his bedsit door.

“Sorry sir won’t happen again.”

“I hope not Peter. Come on, we have a job to do at Foxley Wood.”

“What’s going on there?”

“Would you believe someone has been nailed to a tree?”