The huge iron pipes hissed and gurgled morosely, a thick smog of steam hung in the air, swirling madly as engineers walked past. Kitt sat alone, back leaning against one pipe, feet jammed up against the other, eating what had at one time been a fresh piece of bread. It was now several days old, but smothered with a thick layer of butter. He ate it rapturously, as though he had not eaten for a long time.
A dark shadow suddenly cast itself over him, the owner of the shadow, a thick-set wolf, looked down at the young feline with a grin "Szarda?... Wonderin' where you got to. Theres been a leak down in sector J-772, by the storm-drains. Its up in the maintenance shaft, and we need somebody with your expertise to help..." Kitt jumped down from his hiding spot, landing on the steel-mesh floor with a loud clang. He swallowed the last of the bread, wiping butter from his lips and then licking his fingers.
"What you mean, is y'need somebody who is both small, and somewhat expendable to go clambering up into that death trap. Find the leak, dodge the scalding hot steam and watch out for the loose rung fifty three steps up that ladder, all to fix the leak..." The wolf's grin widened as the pair walked away down the corridor "All right except on one account... None of my team is expendable Szarda..."