Chapter 2

On the other side of the city was a large beach. The sun shined down on it. It was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the sky. A white dog stretched out in the sand.

"This is the life." He said calmly. A black cat padded up next to him.

"Look Bolt, if you're in Miami don't you want to do more than just stretch out on a beach?"

Bolt shook off the sand and got up. "Hey I want to enjoy this stuff. I've been in a virtual coma for the first five years of my life. You should know that."

Mittens rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should go…" She paused and stared past Bolt.

"What?" Bolt asked.

Mittens was staring at a white cat that was padding towards them.

"Hello handsome." Mittens said drearily.

Bolt stared suspiciously at the cat.

"Excuse me? I'm lost. I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while." The cat said.

Mittens nodded excitedly. "Of course you can stay with us." She exclaimed.

Bolt rolled his eyes. "Hold on a second there. Who are you?"

The cat looked nervous. "My name's Vic."

"Where are you from Vic?" Bolt asked, still suspicious. He became aware that Mittens was glaring at him. "What?"

"Of course Vic can stay with us." Mittens said through gritted teeth.

Vic and Mittens padded off. Bolt shook his head. "Cats."

"So where are you from?" Mittens asked cheerfully.

"Uh…I don't…uh…remember." Vic replied nervously.

Bolt was padding along the beach looking for his owner when something caught his eye. A large black sedan was driving by. It had tinted glass windows, and looked extremely unfriendly. It suddenly pulled over and stopped on the side of the road. It was observing someone.

Bolt looked around. The car was perfectly aligned with the mysterious cat.

Bolt stealthily padded towards the car. He couldn't see the driver. The car's engine turned off. Bolt was extremely suspicious now.

"What are you doing?" A small voice asked.

Bolt looked down to see a small hamster.

"Oh hi Rhino. I need to find out what that car is doing here."

Rhino chuckled excitedly. "You have to tail them. Stealth mode."

"Yeah good. But uh…I have to do it…alone."

"Oh." Rhino replied, crestfallen.

"I'll make it up to you." Bolt reassured.

"No I understand. Only the awesome super dog can tail the bad guy."

Bolt chuckled. He looked at his side. The lightning bolt had faded from his side long ago.

Rhino sadly padded back to the beach.

"Wait! Rhino!" Bolt called. Rhino turned around and ran back excited.

"What is it?"

"Could you…keep an eye on that cat for me? Make sure he doesn't…try anything."

Rhino saluted. "I shall not let you down awesome one!" He turned and padded towards the two cats.

Bolt turned back to the black car. Suddenly the engine started. Bolt ran under the car. He clung onto the bottom of the car.

"So what is your name?" Vic asked.

"Oh I'm Mittens."

"What a pretty name. Just like you."

Mittens blushed. "Please Vic. You're embarrassing me."

There was a stirring behind them. Mittens turned. Nothing.

"That dog you were with…"

"Oh I'm sorry about him." Mittens said frowning. "He's a bit nuts."

"I was going to say he looked familiar." Vic said. "I think I saw him on TV."

"Oh he had this…stupid TV show a year ago."

"Really?" Vic said, impressed.

"Yeah. Bolt. Ever heard of it?"

Vic's mouth widened. "That's Bolt?"

"Yeah. But he got a bit too…involved in the show. He had to retire."

"How involved?" Vic asked.

"Well he almost killed me in New York City." Mittens chuckled. "But let's not talk about him. I want to know about you."

Bolt let go of the bottom of the car. It had brought him to a parking garage. Bolt crawled out from under the car. The man had taken an elevator. Bolt pushed open a door and padded up the stairs.

He followed the twisting corridors for hours. He noticed the car's driver going into a room.

Bolt ran and got in just before the door closed.

"How is our test tube Webster?" A voice asked.

The man known as Webster smiled. "He's just fine. Where is the patent?"

The other man chuckled. "You know we can't get this patented. It's illegal!"

Webster sighed. "All that pioneering work and no patent? No green?"

Bolt padded farther into the room. He noticed the room had three windows. He stored this information. It could come in handy later.

"So has he come into contact with anyone?"

"He was interacting with a scrawny black cat."

Bolt let out a startled sound. Webster jumped. He pulled a silenced pistol out of his suit pocket.

"What was that?"

Bolt backed towards the door. He knocked into a trash can. The trash can hit the floor. Bolt winced.

"We have a leak." Webster hissed. He walked slowly over to the table, holding the pistol out in front of him. Bolt had nowhere to hide.

The man saw him. "What are you doing here little guy?"

Webster raised the gun. The other man shook his head. "He's just a dog. There's no need to kill him."

"He could have overheard us!" Webster snarled.

The man laughed. "You're too paranoid. He's a dog. He didn't hear anything."

Webster knelt down and grabbed Bolt's tag.

"Bolt. That's a nice name." He smirked.

Bolt noticed the windows. This was his best chance. He charged at them. Webster began firing. The bullets each missed by inches.

Bolt closed his eyes and smashed through the window. He had forgotten how high up he was.

"AAAHHHH!!!" He cried as he fell.

He landed in a dumpster.