Chapter 10

I shot up in the bed I was sleeping in, my nightmare fresh in my mind. I was breathing heavily, desperate to fill my lungs with life sustaining air. I felt some restriction on my left foreleg, that's when I saw the handcuffs attached to the side rail. The cuffs were holding me prisoner in the bed. I pulled on them, no effect. I didn't have a lock pick either.

I took in my soundings, the first thing I noticed was that I was in a hospital room. The second was a guard standing just outside the said room.

Everest's collar was gone, so I had no hope with that. Really I had nothing to work with.

I closed my eyes to try to formulate a plan. I would need some time however.

…

"Hey! Excuse me, Mr guard!" The bandit called out to the security officer positioned outside the door. At first the guard ignored him, but after being summoned enough, the guard complied.

"What do you want?" he asked frustrated and annoyed at this pup who he didn't even want to babysit. It was his first real 'cop' job so to speak, so at first he was excited about it. But why they wanted this pup guarded was a big mystery to him.

It was just a pup after all.

"Could you hand me that bottle there?" the bandit asked pointing to a bottle with a large cap. The guard looked at him weirdly.

"Why do you want a bottle?" he asked annoyed but curious considering he had been standing there all morning with nothing to do.

"I highly doubt you're going to take my handcuffs off so I can take a wazz, could you pass it here? I gotta go man," the bandit replied to the cop. Not really seeing anything wrong with the request, he grabbed the bottle and tossed it to the pup.

For a moment the bandit actually caught it, but then it slipped right out of his paws and onto the floor in front of the bed.

"Oops, could you pick that up for me?" he asked with an innocent smile. The guard sighed, and bent over to pick it up.

"Woh woh woh… you're almost in arms reach of a dangerous criminal, and you seriously don't have your gun out or anything?"

The guard stared at the pup on the bed, but knowing he was probably right and didn't want to get fired, he pulled out his gun and held it to the bandit's head. The later smiled and said: "That's more like it."

As the guard reached down to pick up the bottle, the bandit grabbed the gun with his unsecured paw and yanked it away from his head, but at the same time pulling it across the bed. The action took the guard by surprise, and he fell forwards, hitting his head on the side of the bed, disorienting him.

The bandit bit the guard's arm hard, making him cry out in pain and losing his grip on the gun. Grabbing the dropped gun, the bandit flipped off the safety. He pulled his cuffed paw away from the rail and with practiced aim, shot the chain, vaporizing 2 chain links. Most importantly, he was free.

No longer held down by the cuffs, he disconnected from the hospital's medical equipment and shot the window. After the bullet shattered the glass, he crawled out of the building and onto the fire escape.

The guard was still injured, but considering he was already in a hospital, plus the fact someone had to have heard the gunshot, he should be fine. The pup wasn't worried about the guard, what he was more concerned about was getting out of here.

…

The pup waited just outside of the emergency room, waiting for an opportunity to escape. An ambulance soon arrived and as everyone disembarked from the vehicle, the bandit climbed aboard.

Making sure no one was nearby, he floored the gas using a cane he grabbed on his way out. Being able to escape the hospital had its perks.

He wasn't in Adventure Bay, but that wasn't a problem anyway. The important thing was a simple detail, yet such a powerful one that never got old.

He was free.

A/N: not dead, just started school again and I am now in high school.

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