Smoke and the smell of burning flesh filled the air in the underground bunker.
"Tell us what you know, old man." A man dressed in a hi-tech polyfiber suit stitched with carbon fiber said; it was tight fitting over his muscular body . His dark, cold, calculating eyes stared at the man in the electric chair. His brown hair was short and untidy at the moment as usual.
"I ain't telling you anything." The man in a lab coat with the initials B.E.T.A on it said.
The man in the polyfiber suit snapped his fingers and they electrocuted the man again.
After his screams and convulsions of pain they unstrapped him from the electric chair. The room was well vented. A TV monitor in the room was turned on because one of the interrogators was bored. His name is Frank, their leader from New Jersey. He likes to think of himself as the alpha male of the group. His animal companion, which at the moment was sleeping after a job well done, is a wolf genetically enhanced with abilities greater than it's wild and feral brethren.
"Spike….go get him." Frank said, and the wolf jumped from its bed as the wolf started to chew through the bone. After a while of that Frank snapped his fingers and Spike obediently got off.
"Mr. Milo….you do understand that we have the right to kill you? Where are the experiments?" Frank asked the man.
"Henry…stop watching television and participate." Ringo told him in his New Yorker accent. Ringo is the second in command of the group. His animal companion is a bobcat called Angel. Despite her name, she acts more like Satan on a bad day. She is also genetically enhanced. Ringo's somewhat tidy black hair, blue eyes, and his somewhat trim figure masked a man that would literally do anything he was told, no matter how ruthless.
"What? It's the Bolt show. I'm watching old re-runs." Henry said in his Florida accent. Living in Los Angles hadn't changed his accent one bit. His genetically enhanced companion was a common house rat named Mole; because that is what he was primarily used for; snitching back to Henry. Henry wasn't fat(this makes no sense to randomly say here, there is no reason to mention he is not fat)
Milo began laughing like mad. "What's so funny old man?!" Frank said as he punched Milo in the mouth.
Milo spit out a tooth. "I recognize those eyes anywhere….he's alive." Milo said as he spit out another tooth.
"What are you talking about?" Henry asked.
Milo continued laughing as he pointed to the television.
"Why? You put us all in danger!" Ringo said, as upholstered his pistol and pistol whipped Milo.
"Exactly. B.E.T.A needs to die for its sins, so I made their very own executioners, right under their noses. They'll be coming soon…." Milo said smiling a bloody smile as he did something right for once in his life.
"Wait…you can't mean?" Frank said.
"Exactly. That dog on that television show….has been the experiment you've been looking for, for the last five years." Milo said.
"Henry….take care of him." Frank said.
Henry upholstered his pistol and shot Milo point blank in the head.
"Get rid of the body. We have work to do. The boss won't be pleased if he finds out we failed." Frank said.
Meanwhile…
The sun was shining brightly on a certain white German Shepherd. Bolt woke up with a yawn. His blurry, drowsy vision made out a certain black and white cat.
"Morning Bolt." Mittens said.
Bolt was startled by that, so startled thathe jumped out of his bed in (unexpected is redundant) surprise and landed on the floor with a thud
"Oww." Bolt said as he rubbed his head with his paw.
"Well, now you know how it feels huh? I decided to wake you up this morning, instead of the other way around. Ya know, just so you can play fetch." Mittens said.
Bolt jumped at the word fetch, and sprang to life all full of energy and excited.
"Right, let's go eat first." Mittens said.
Bolt nodded and walked over to what he thought was his bowl.
"Ummm…..Bolt?" Mittens said.
"Yeah?" Bolt said with his mouth full.
"That's my bowl." Mittens said.
Bolt's eyes grew as big as saucers as he swallowed the cat chow that he already had in his mouth.
"Sorry…..I guess I'm not a morning dog." Bolt said as he blushed in embarrassment.
"It's okay." Mittens said as she and Bolt switched places, thus getting to the right bowl and food.
After breakfast, Bolt and Mittens sat down with Rhino on the couch.
"What'cha watching?" Bolt asked Rhino.
"Old re-runs of the Bolt show." Rhino said.
"Cool….which one?" Bolt asked, interested. After a while Bolt became interested in watching his own show. The old re-runs had him remember a time when he thought all that was real.
"Oh…just the one where you stopped Calico the first time around." Rhino said.
"The first episode? Awesome." Bolt said.
After watching that, Bolt and Mittens went outside to play.
After playing tag, fetch, ring around the rosy, freeze tag, chasing your own tail, and just chasing each other in general they both headed in for the night.
"Wow Bolt, today was fun." Mittens said as she blushed a little. Mittens was always doing that recently. She fell paw over claw for Bolt the moment he rescued her from the animal shelter and brought her to Penny and just the fact that now she had a family again.
"Yeah it was…I had fun to." Bolt said. Ever since Mittens taught him how to be a dog, he sort of thought of her as a little more than a friend.
"Thanks Bolt….for everything." Mittens said.
"No problem…if anything I should be thanking you. If it wasn't for you, I'd literally(would is redundant after I'd) be tracking down a guy down who doesn't exist." Bolt said.
"Oh…..well it was no biggie really. There really wasn't much to it." Mittens said.
"Night Mittens." Bolt said as he climbed up on Penny's bed and laid down beside Penny, not wanting to wake her up.
"Night Bolt." Mittens said as she did the same.
Little did they know, that tomorrow would change their lives forever.