"No, and that is final Brigitte!" The rosy-cheeked engineer turned slowly redder and redder.

"All of the calculations and simulations worked out fine!" She argued, flashing sheets of data, statistics and graphs in front of your face. "Don't put wheels on the toaster, no explosions inside blah, blah, blah. I see nothing wrong with attaching Mitzi to a harness which just so happens to be attached to a rocket propulsion system."

"A jetpack?" You enquired, still trying to wrap your head around her latest invention.

"A jetpack!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"No. I am putting my foot down on this one." She let out a deep groan and rolled her eyes so far back they almost disappeared.

"It is safe, look." She pointed towards Mitzi who was sat on Brigitte's now empty desk chair, her head was adorned with a pair of retro flying goggles and a helmet, causing her fur to fray out from under it and her head to slightly lean to one side.

"How did you get a helmet on Mitzi? She will not even let me brush her."

"Well..." She muttered under her breath. "... Maybe if you promised to make her a jetpack she would love you more."

Mitzi meowed from across the dusty garage.

"Stay out of this Mitzi." She ignored you, continuing to voice her point whilst also cleaning herself.

"Do not snap at our cat!"

"Exactly Brigitte, a cat. A cat should not be attached to a jetpack!"

"But... Talon."

"Talon?"

"Yes, Talon! If I am going to help in the fight against Talon I need to take after my father and equip an army." She smiled cheekily.

"An army of... flying cats?"

"No, you idiot. Flying cats that can shoot rockets." At this point you weren't too sure whether this was reality or another fever dream.

"Right... rockets... you've seen Mitzi when she is left unattended with a vase and you want to give her firepower and the ability to fly?" She brushed Mitzi off of the chair and sat down, her head resting on her hand.

"She wouldn't be unsupervised though..."

"Right, wouldn't she?"

"No..." She muttered under her breath again, but you couldn't quite make out what she said.

"What Brigitte?"

"I said... I'm making you a suit too."

"Wait... why do I have to have a jetpack and fight Talon? You wear a jetpack and fight talon!"

"Fine, I will!" You both got more and more heated.

"Fine! You do that!"

"I will!" She laughed and called Mitzi to jump onto her lap.

"Wait, what?"

"I am glad you finally give me... us... permission."

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Written by Aaron.