The policewoman turned her head and smiled.
“It looks like the eyes of the world are on you.”
Ahead, the crowds became denser, even packing the road. Policemen at the sides pushed people back as the cavalcade now crawled through the progressing gap. Lisa saw the dome of the museum exhibited between the few trees on the side of the street. She rounded the corner to see crowds held to either side of the broad entrance steps.
Professor Hunter stood at the base, peering down his snout. The manog lacked the facial muscles of human beings, but Lisa had come to know her employer well. A practiced study of his eyes revealed his feelings. His large brown orbs displayed a certain brightness, equivalent to a smile. Ever dressed immaculately in a suit, his overly broad shoulders drooped into heavy limbs. Shaggy brown hair carpeted the rear of his hands. His black nails, he kept short, in order not to intimidate human beings; something to do with his faith. He claimed to be a Christian and often tried to tell her of his beliefs.
Lisa parked the car as a wave of people led by reporters converged on her. The policewoman stepped between them and ordered them back.
“Lisa; this way!” called Professor Hunter.
With pointed ears and and long snout, the huge head protruding from his suit resembled that of a German Shepherd. Centuries ago, men killed manogs on sight, mistaking them for legendary beasts known as werewolves. To a point, men did have something to fear. Evidence of gnawed and bitten through human bones suggested they once ate men. Not now though; merge mutations and human beings had shared the same communities all around the world without resentment.
Lisa hugged Professor Hunter tightly. He draped a heavy arm around her back. He could have crushed her without effort, but held her tenderly as always. She pulled away and smiled at the merge mutation. He had been more to her than her employer. In her years at the museum, she thought of Professor Hunter as a mentor, a friend, and a father.
She allowed him to turn her from the crowded street. A manine bounded from the shoulders of the crowd at the edge of the barrier. By her agility and the seven foot leap, Lisa expected to face a cat- woman when she landed in front of her. Holding a microphone, the reporter wore a woman’s suit and had the body of any desirable human female.
She smoothed back her blond hair, tied in a neat bun and nodded into the crowd. A cameraman shuffled to the edge beside a policeman. The reporter had the finer features envied by fashion models, except any areas of her exposed flesh were covered in a fine film of bone coloured hair. Although Lisa couldn’t understand their infatuation, a lot of human men desired manine females. Maybe they thought of them as fey creatures of mythology.
Without warning, the reporter angled the microphone at Lisa’s face.