Chase's POV:
Ugh, my entire body hurts. I woke up in a dark room. I tried to stand up, but the pain was unbearable. It ripped through my body like a lightning bolt. I whined loud and collapsed, falling off the edge of a table, and landing on the floor with a thud. I whined even louder and, hearing movement, my ears perked towards the door. It slowly opened, and I braced myself for whatever was coming. At the door was a woman, the same woman that rescued Ryder and I that fateful day. "Oh you poor pup!" she said, carefully picking me up off the ground. She turned on the lights, and I realized I was back in the vets office. Oh great… She set me back down on the counter.
"I still can't believe you managed to survive that accident with minimal bruising." This hurts so much worse than bruising, I thought, looking down at myself. I saw a few cuts and bruises, but sure enough, nothing felt broken. "Now, I'm going to put you with the other pups while we track down your owner." Other pups? Am I at the vets or in the shelter? She gestured for me to jump down and I followed her to a locked room. She opened the door and that's when the scent hit me. No…
I was shoved inside and heard the door lock behind me. I started barking wildly, but she didn't come back.
"Hello Chase…" I turned around slowly and saw a man in a black suit staring at me. I defensively began growling and stood my ground. "Now, now, no need for that. I just want to have a little… chat." I stopped growling and tilted my head in confusion. He can't possibly know that I-
"Yes, I know you can talk." *gulp* I backed up a little, my tail hitting the wall. "It's ok, you are completely safe here. We just want to ask you some questions." Fat chance.
"Uh, I want a lawyer?" I had heard that said on a lot of TV shows, and using that's where the interrogation stops. The man stared at me and after a few seconds started laughing like a mad man. I stared at him nervously, not sure what to do. He abruptly stopped.
"You think this is funny?! You think this is a game?! WELL IT'S NOT!" he yelled, making me whimper. "Answer my questions, and you'll live another day."
"And if I don't?" He stared at me for a while before pulling out a gun. My ears tucked back. "No, please don't! I'll do whatever you say!"
"Good boy." he said, reaching over to pat my head. It took all my strength not to bite him. "Now, let's get down to business." This is gonna take a while.
Ryder's POV
"So she offered to help you find your dog, and then threatened your life?" the officer asked.
"Basically. Look, my dog went missing and I really need to find him. How much longer is this going to take?" I was getting irritated. THey had asked me the same questions over and over for the past 6 hours.
"Kid, we're running an investigation. Obviously, someone is threatening your life. We have to put you in protective custody until we get whoever put the hit on you. Understand?"
"Fine, but can you at least get someone out there to look for him? I'm really worried."
"Alright. 'Cody, get someone out on patrol for the kids dog. Small german shepherd. Responds to Chase. Over.'"
"On it, Chief. Over and out."
"Thank you." I felt relieved that at least someone was looking for him.
"Alright, back to business. Now, do you have any enemies that you know of?"
"No." Wait a minute… "Actually…"
"Is there someone?"
"Sort of, but you wouldn't believe me…" Suddenly, the officer's radio went off. 'Sir, we've have some urgent information you need to look at.'
"In the middle of an interrogation, can it wait?"
"Its about the interrogation, sir."
"Ugh, I'll be back." He walked out of the room and I was finally alone. If I tell him the FBI is after me and Chase, they might turn me in. But if I don't, I may never get out of here. He came back in, with handcuffs. "Sorry kid, but it turns out you're wanted for questioning by the FBI."
"What? I didn't even do anything!" I said, standing up. He tried to grab me, but I easily avoided him. He reached for his taser, and I hit his pressure point, knocking him out. I took his taser and ran out, stunning anyone in my way.
They have Chase, I know they do. Question is, where? I ran out of the police station wondering where to go. I heard the sound of sirens and screeching tires. Turning my head, I saw a van heading straight towards me. There was no where to run. The only way I was ever going to see Chase was if I went with them. Armed agents came out and surrounded me. I put my hand up in surrender. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my neck. I reached and pulled out a dart.
"Anything you say can and will be used against you in interrogation." I slowly started getting sleepy as I felt handcuffs being placed on my hands. "Anything you want to say?" I looked at him with a determined look.
"Where's Chase?" Slowly, I fell into unconsciousness. Before going under, I heard laughter.