Chapter 2-Face Off
The pair of Nomads slowly turned around to face their attackers. The cub craned his neck to see who was there. Five Patrol members stood with their guns trained on the two Nomads. A blue-maned lion stood at the front, the one who had spoken earlier. He was flanked on the left side by a green alligator and a black dog, and on the right were a tan cow and a black mustached gorilla.
"Drop your weapons now," The lion ordered. The two obeyed, slowly putting down their weapons. The wolf dropped one at his feet, and slowly slid it towards the cub with one foot, managing to be discreet. The cub grasped the handle of the gun, unsure of how to use it.
"Remove your hood sir," The gorilla barked, and the wolf slowly pulled down his hood.
Out of the corner of his eye, the cub saw a gray shadow moving down the left alleyway, out of sight of the two Nomads. He could just make out the dark blue Patrol uniform on him. He was almost upon them when the cub reacted.
Without thinking, the cub grabbed a second gun, instinct taking over. He realized that if he shot the newcomer, the guards would react and he would have to quickly hand a weapon to the wolf. The cub raised his gun, trying to steady his hands as he took aim at the shadowy figure moving towards the two Nomads. He paused on the trigger, bracing himself. With a flash, a laser beam shot through the air, zipping through the Patrol henchman behind the Nomads. A cry went up and the cub quickly tossed the wolf the second gun. With a swift motion, the wolf caught the gun, his eyes widened in surprise. He'd had no idea there was a man behind them.
The guards jumped into action, firing their own guns. The cub tossed his gun to the cat, who caught it and began firing at the men. The cub then grabbed another pistol off of the floor and slinked closer to the wall. Taking aim, he fired a beam at the lion, clearly the man in charge of this group. The lion grunted and collapsed.
"DANG IT! Aziz is down! RETREAT RETREAT!" The black dog growled. The four remaining Patrol men broke into a run and headed back the way they came. Once they were gone, the two Nomads sighed in relief.
"Nice shot man!" The wolf complimented, his eyes displaying his approval. "How'd you learn to do that?"
"I-I don't know. Beginner's luck, I guess," The cub shrugged.
"Hmm…Well you're a natural. Why don't you keep it?" The wolf offered, nudging the gun with his foot.
"Keep it? You're sure?" The cub asked.
"Yeah! We've got plenty!" The wolf replied.
"Aren't you guys a crime syndicate?" The cub inquired. The wolf laughed and the cat cracked a smile.
"Can you believe that Lolly? Those guys will do anything to save their own hides," The wolf stifled another laugh.
"That's what they want you to believe." The cat, presumably Lolly, replied. "We're actually a resistance force. The Patrol is trying to take over the government. They're the bad guys."
"Oh. I never knew…" The cub began to ponder this, resting his paw on his chin.
"Well I guess we'll see you around. What's your name?" Lolly asked.
"I'm Murphy," the cub replied, while turning the gun over and over between his paws. The wolf nodded, and turned to head down the alley. Lolly followed suit and they began trotting back the way they had come.
"Alright, catch you later!" The wolf called over his shoulder, already disappearing into the darkness of the alley.