Chapter 9
Bolt padded through the wrecked city streets. An army helicopter had crashed right in the middle of the road. He wondered whether he had made a good decision leaving Vic alive.
Vic limped out of the wreckage. He was in agony. He began weakly limping to the Sector X building. He didn't know why. But that was the only home he could remember.
Above both of them a man stood. He was on the roof of an office building.
He had a suitcase with him. He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket.
There was a cold voice on the other end.
"Eliminate him. He has caused too much damage to live."
The man opened the suitcase. Inside was a disassembled sniper rifle.
He quickly snapped it together, loaded it, and attached a silencer to the end. It wouldn't make a sound.
Bolt padded in the direction of the hotel. All around him was destruction. He saw some wrecked, charred cars. There were even body's. Bolt shuddered. It was hideous.
Vic began limping to the hotel. He needed to see Mittens. Mittens. The only positive thing he had had in his life. Now she hated him. He hated himself. What point was their in living?
The man looked through the high tech sight. He could see the cat. He was limping. He looked hurt. That didn't matter. He needed to be taken out. He was a danger to the United States and the CIA. The man adjusted the sight and waited for the cat to get closer.
Bolt noticed two bodies on the ground. They were civilians, a man and a woman. They were holding hands. A tear rolled down Bolt's muzzle. They would never feel each other's warm touch again.
Vic paused. He had seen something. He looked up at the roof of one of the buildings. There was a gun barrel staring at him. Vic felt strangely happy. He padded into the open. The man appeared puzzled. He closed his eyes.
The assassin stared, dumfounded, at the unconcerned cat. The cat wanted to be shot. The man shrugged. He looked through the sight. Then he pulled the trigger. The cat's head snapped back. Then it's lifeless body collapsed to the ground.
Bolt paused. He thought he had heard a gunshot. He had enhanced hearing. He could hear things a block away. He shrugged. Probably nothing.
The assassin prepared to leave. His cell phone buzzed. He picked it up.
On the other end was Sector X chief Richard Jeffries.
"Good job. Now the dog."
The man frowned. "Sir?"
"Bolt. He poses a danger to himself and everyone around him. Take him out."
The man closed the phone, then headed to another rooftop.
Bolt saw the hotel. It was a block away. Suddenly he paused. He had heard a clicking sound. He looked around. He didn't know why he was getting so jumpy. Maybe Vic had come back for a rematch.
The assassin looked at the dog through his scope. He smiled. The dog was leaving himself wide open. He adjusted his aim, then pulled the trigger.
Bolt suddenly felt a stinging sensation. He looked around. Then he looked at the ground. There was a crumpled 50. Caliber bullet on the ground. Suddenly he heard two gunshots. He felt another stinging sensation. He looked. Two more 50. Caliber bullets had appeared on the ground. He looked up. There was a man with a sniper rifle on the roof of a building.
The man checked to see if the gun had fired. He looked back at the street. Bolt was gone.
"Vic has been terminated." Richard Jeffries coldly informed his associate.
Webster seemed more hurt. "He was like a son to me. It's a shame it didn't work out."
"He's a test tube Randy. A prototype. He means nothing."
Webster nodded. "I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee."
Jeffries chuckled. "Miami has practically burned to the ground and you're worried about coffee."Webster ignored him and walked out into the hall.
Jeffries cell phone buzzed. He answered it.
"Is it done?" He asked.
The assassin was on the other end. "Sir, he um…he didn't die."
"What? What do you mean he didn't die?" Jeffries demanded.
"The bullets. They just…bounced off of him."
At that moment the phone exploded. Jeffries stared at the pieces of it in his hand.
"I see the super stare works." He said calmly.
"Why are you trying to kill me?" Bolt snarled.
Jeffries slowly turned around to face the dog. "You can talk? That's a nice touch."
Bolt pounced on Jeffries, knocking him to the ground. "Shut up! I'm not some kind of freakin science project! I have a life. A life you're trying to take!"
Jeffries smirked. "As long as you have that bolt on your side you're government property. You have no life."
Bolt froze. Everything Vic had warned him about had been true.
"You are a threat to the United States. By morning we'll have the CIA, the NSA, the Secret service, and the police on your tail." Jeffries sneered.
Bolt struck him across the face, drawing blood. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Jeffries smiled weakly. "Times up Bolty."
Bolt paused. He could hear sirens. "You'll never be free. We won't rest until you're in a body bag." Jeffries taunted.
Bolt snarled, then brought his paw down on Jeffries neck. He immediately fell unconscious. Bolt turned and let loose a super bark. The wall was disintegrated. He jumped down to the street below. The police would come too late.
