Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 399: The Master Of Sabotage

The round little Pallas’s cat used its weight to muscle its way to the front.

"Let me do it! Let me do it!"

"Director, look at me! Your most reliable water boy is on the job!"

It used its own unique trick for hauling gear. It hooked its front paws around the water bottle, flattened its body against the sand, and rolled forward with everything it had.

Rumble, rumble...

The bottle glided steadily across the dunes.

Sicily noticed the little fuzzball express heading her way. She stopped what she was doing, watching with a mix of curiosity and hope.

But as it kept going, the cat seemed to get completely swept up in the fun of rolling. Its stubby legs moved in a frantic blur, picking up speed and momentum until it was having the time of its life.

In the end, it rolled right past Sicily, totally forgetting why it was there in the first place, and kept on tumbling toward the distant horizon.

It left behind nothing but a smooth track in the sand and a trail of tiny paw prints.

Sicily’s hand, reaching out to take the water, froze in mid-air. She eventually rubbed the back of her head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

She couldn’t imagine how chaotic the set would be if Nancy wasn’t there acting as their animal handler and agent.

Nancy sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead, before eventually trekking out to haul the cat back. "I told you to deliver the water, not turn yourself into a hamster wheel!"

The first day of filming was exhausting, but the set was full of life. With a crew of furry little troublemakers running around, the atmosphere was incredibly upbeat.

Even though most of the actors were unknowns, everyone was all-in. That raw, shared passion to make something great really got to Nancy, and she found herself genuinely looking forward to seeing the final cut.

As they were wrapping up, Nancy’s phone rang.

It was an official from Raventown. He sounded incredibly eager, explaining that they wanted to personally present her with an honorary banner and sit down to discuss a partnership regarding the gerbils discovering the gold mine.

"Nancy, we know you're busy, so we’ll work around your schedule. Where’s the best place to meet?"

Nancy looked out at the dunes, which were glowing gold in the sunset, then at Sicily and the rest of the crew still huddled up discussing tomorrow’s scenes. She couldn’t help but smile.

She gave them the coordinates for the filming location. "I’ll be out here on the dunes for the next week."

The official agreed immediately, promising to show up the next morning so they wouldn't interfere with her schedule.

…

The next morning.

When Nancy and the crew arrived at the dunes from the desert resort, ready to get to work, they were hit with a sight that stopped them cold.

The filming site they had spent so much time prepping had been hijacked by a group of strangers and a mountain of gear.

Four or five luxury trailers with blacked-out windows were parked in a row, like a show of force, parked directly on top of the zones they had mapped out the day before.

Brand-new heavy cameras, reflectors, and lights were scattered all over the sand, with cables snaking everywhere.

A dozen crew members in matching black uniforms were setting up with total indifference, throwing looks of pure contempt at Sicily’s team as they arrived.

"What... what is this?" Nancy asked, staring at the mess.

The production assistant was fuming, pointing at the intruders. "It’s the Dessert Route crew, that S-tier production! They showed up before dawn and used their numbers to shove us out. We tried to talk to them, but they just ignored us. They even said..."

"They said what?" Sicily’s voice was like ice.

"They said a tiny workshop like ours shouldn't be wasting a location this good..."

Sicily’s eyes flashed. She shoved up her sleeves and grabbed a metal tripod, ready to storm over. "That’s it. They’ve gone too far!"

"Wait, don't!" The assistant and a few others scrambled to hold her back. "That’s a multi-million dollar production! Their leads are top-tier stars and they have a massive security detail. We... we can't take them on!"

The Dessert Route crew was acting like they owned the desert.

Nancy let out a cold laugh. These people had picked the wrong day to pull this stunt.

She held back the shaking Sicily and whispered, "Stay calm. Get your phone out and record everything. We need proof of what they’re doing."

Sicily got the point immediately. Fighting back her temper, she started filming the trespassing and the chaotic mess they’d made.

Nancy turned her head slightly to the crow on her shoulder, who was already itching for a fight. She gave a single, sharp command.

"Call the squad."

Master Crow’s eyes sharpened. It gave a firm nod. "Got it! Leave it to me!"

Master Crow had never seen humans this full of themselves before.