"Kubwa! Kubwa! C'mere Kubwa!" The stubby puppy picked himself up, fumbling about in excitement! Yes, his woman-human was coming to get him out! He liked to spend time with her. She was very kind to him. A harsh grunt sent the fuzzy animal balefully rag dolling into the far wall of the pin he was in. A hurt yelp and he lay still.

She screamed in terror. "But you said I could have him, now!"

He heard his voice and her grunt of pain to disable her from trying to get any closer.

"You will do as you're told! Not, now! I've changed my mind! He needs more tests! I've perfected the formula!"

"What Formula? What are you trying to do? Are you insane? He's just a baby. What did you do to him?"

"Get her out of here, now! Get the damn runt. You better hope to God you didn't kill the damn thing. You're a damn brute!"

The pain raced up his spine and flowed out into his appendages. He screamed until he could merely hiss in pain. He was replaced in his pin and left to flop about in agony.

The white beast jolted awake hearing his own whimpering. Everything was sharply addressed with his blue eyes. The swat still watched him, murmuring to one another.

"Go get him. Hehe, I cannot believe I'm hearing this."

"Jensen."

Adam's head lifted from his hand he had perched it on to rest his eyes. He merely grunted.

"Your dog is…crying."

The tall man was still for a moment. "That's unusual." He got up and followed the swat officer to the cell the dog was in. Sure enough if the animal was deafening the entire station. "Kubwa!"

The dog continued to yowl. Adam entered the cell.

"Kubwa!"

The dog ceased immediately upon hearing the man's stern voice. He cocked his head slightly and his tail wagged. Kubwa smacked his jaws.

"What is wrong with you?"

The great beast moved over to the man and inspected him.

"My brothers are drawing near," the dog masked in a yowl while circling the man's tall being. His weight dropped to Adam's shoes, against his shins.

Adam groaned in some annoyance. He still didn't understand the dog's mannerisms of pressing into him and practically crushing him in more ways than one. It was…strange. "I heard the chief has swat bots on the perimeter?" Adam said loudly. His arms folded against his chest.

"You heard right," An officer replied, "Some great mass is on its way here, the last time I heard."

"Dammit. He's got airships. "

"Full of super soldiers," Kubwa softly whined.

"You're scared?" Adam inquired, staring at the opposing wall.

The dog swallowed.

"Kubwa?"

"I shouldn't be, but…I am."

"What could you be afraid of? If anything, you're something to be feared."

The dog's head was lowered to the floor. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of."

"What?" Adam glanced down at the dog and fumbled to his left.

Kubwa was up in an instant. The building still quivered from the massive explosion. Another one followed. The swats guarding the cell were already halfway down the hall, yelling orders back and forth.

"How in the hell did they get here so damn fast? Pritchard! Dammit, Pritchard you're on standby!"

"Jensen," the calm voice crooned, "I'm right here. What is wrong?"

Adam strode to cell door. "Open this damn thing!" A curled black fist rapped the cell door, forcefully. " HEEEY! The army, they're here." Adam moved away from the door. " Faster than we thought. They've already hit the building several times."

"I would suggest you flee."

"I don't think that's an option anymore. I don't know…why. Kubwa." Adam circled to the dog.

The animal looked frightened and rather ill. Adam felt pity for the creature, but now wasn't the time to dread either one of their fate. They had to fight, at least. Adam couldn't sit still. Something had to be done and the dog would follow, regardless of how he felt. Adam wouldn't have him cowering in the corner.

"C'mon. Kubwa, let's go."

The beast lumbered over to him reluctantly. Adam roughly scrubbed the dog's fluffy cheeks against his hip before he rolled his shoulders. He drew back his right arm. The wall blew out into the hallway. Swirling lights danced on the tan drywalls. No one was to be seen. Kubwa followed the man out into the hallway. This hallway was actually the office area. He slightly distracted himself with the different smells of people.

"Kubwa, pay attention."

"I'm sorry."

"Just keep your eyes peeled." Adam trotted along, his revolver in hand. He paused at a four-way intersection.

The dog watched Adam and his ears pricked at a familiar sound. He went rigid. "Adam!"

Adam looked out over the bottom floor of offices to the windows. A cannonade of glass spewed at him.

The dog could do nothing for the man as he flew through the hallway wall, into the next room. A rolling, offended bark escaped his deep chest and he moved forward. He balked as another robotic quadruped faltered onto the carpet from its impact. It looked about, humming to itself.

His jaws parted. The robot reared, shrieking in distress while the dog eviscerated it with unmatched fury and speed. Jaws tore and claws shredded the innards of the machine. The robot was whipped about and flung into the nearest wall. It flopped about, sparking in agony. The dry wall flaked with peeled paint. The white beast charged it and tore it in two. It sparked and lay still.

"One of Rayne's contraptions no doubt," the dog grudgingly growled. "I thought he had designed a new blue print. Same damn ones. Pathetic. Adam!" Kubwa padded over to the hole in the wall. He stepped in, but hobbled back. His blue eyes followed the great pit that had been created by the first quad. The dog barked. It echoed for a short bit and he listened.

Gunfire was the reply and it was answered by a frustrated shrill. An argument of gunfire and shrilling continued until a human wail of pain sheered the walls.

"ADAM!" The dog dove into the hole. He plummeted clear into the basement. The impact was very uncomfortable when he landed after concaving a row of lockers. He whined in agony, after slumping on the floor. He arose, heavily.

"Get off of me!" Adam grabbed at the being on his backside, prying its incisors from his combat suit and flung it into the wall. He rubbed the back of his neck. He was starting to feel numb. His body wasn't responding the way it should, now. "It's a restrictor of some type."

Kubwa rushed into the room with a roar. The quad met the dog's jaws instead of Adam. The wrestling supervened. Kubwa yelped and the robot was lost. It bounded about the room, balancing on the autopsy beds, trilling, calculating, and searching for its next attack.

The dog cut the machine to the quick with his blue eyes. Adam shot off a few rounds. The bullets were deflected with a scythe of sorts the creature had on its forearm. It skittered onto another table and screamed at the two that dared interfere with its primary function.

"It's already latched onto you, hasn't it?" The dog inquired. He padded around Adam as a line of defense.

It processed this tatic. The dog was big. Bigger than it, actually and he could move quickly, regardless. If it leaped, the dog would have it as a chew toy.

Adam rubbed his neck again at the mention of it, never answering the dog. The numbing pain was shooting up and down his spine. It was hard to lift his arms, let alone stay standing. Kubwa's left ear twitched. He jolted around to see a second quad latch onto the man's backside. The paralyzing fangs were driven into his combat suit. Adam screamed. His body wilted to the cold floor.

The robot was flung across the room where it struck a table. A shiny leg rang after splintering in two. The other one was chased down and demolished. It was flung at the other quad that had defeated the great tall man. If that one had tracked them, more were coming to see the damage.

The Dog's frustrated roar could be heard clear outside in the fray of super soldiers, quad bots, and airships that hovered above, reinforcing the ground troops for every few that fell to gunfire.

"Looks like we've upset him. Move in with extreme caution," The satisfied voice commanded over the coms of the invading soldiers.

15 black-suited soldiers pushed into the shattered glass of the office area.

"Let's move! They're in the basement!" One bellowed.

"All the bots are decommissioned. One reads as empty. One of the targets is incapacitated."

The thunder of boots stormed down the stairwell. Debri, buckets, trashcans and boxes were flung or kicked out of the way. Their great shadow loomed into the autopsy room. One by one they poured in.

"I don't see them."

"Where is he?" The voice demanded, losing its serene tone.

"Sir, I don't know!"

Two soldiers were driven into the floor by an unseen force. The others scattered, screaming and firing at the white blur that had overrun them. He was as fast as he could be with his feral rage, but…he was out numbered.

The white dog inelegantly backed himself into the west corner of the autopsy room. He had been nicked and stabbed a few times by the soldiers that still stood. They were unaffected by his teeth and claws. Rayne had been busy, buffing up his men, but not his dogs. Why? He lurched forward at the nearest soldier and recoiled into the wall with a force that overpowered his great being. The body slid down the wall and fell onto the floor.

"What in the hell?"

The group turned about. A very streamline soldier drew the great, long barreled gun they held back onto their left shoulder. Their helmet was torn off. An intolerant and screwed up expression was all the men saw of the blonde-headed commander.

"Are you all stupid? I told you to use this for him! You've damaged him in who knows what ways, you jackasses! He just needed to be tranquilized."

She huffed and tossed her gun to the floor, propping it against the wall. "Find the man, he's been hidden. The dog is craftier than Rayne gives him credit for. One hell of a damn fighter. Rayne," the woman placed a black glove to her right ear, "he's secured."

"Finish the ground work and get him out here to me. We have to have them placed before they wake up. They'll be pissed. Both of them."

"Copy that, sir."

"Miss, we've found him!"

The woman soldier sauntered over to Adam's body that lay rather neatly configured on an autopsy sliding drawer."Hm, he stuck him in the freezer. How in the hell did he get him up here?"

"Good question, ma'am."

"He's a sexy one, too. Bring him and make it quick. You've pissed me off tonight for sure." The woman retrieved her gun and hurried back to the fray.

"Yes, Ma'am."