Chapter 5: Jailed
Stryker's point of view.
I sat on my cot, reflecting. How could I have been jailed? Everything had gone all right until that cop had sniped me. Normally I'm more alert, but sighting Muggshot exited me. I needed to get out. I searched the bars, but couldn't find anything.
"Fancy seeing you here, Stryker."
I whirled around, already in combat position. Then I saw the person in the cell across.
"Dally!"
"Yep." The cheetah across from me got up from his cot and stood against the bars. "I've been in here a while. About a year."
"Wow."
"Yeah. I didn't mind it at first, but I got tired of lying low."
"Hey big brother!"
"Johnny?" I asked incredulously.
"Yep. Hi Dally."
"Hi, kid. Whatcha doing in Russia?"
"Looking for big brother."
I wasn't really his brother, but I adopted him when I was a little over eighteen and him a little over seven. Instead of calling me dad, he dubbed me big brother, and was one of the only things in the world I cared about.
"I told you to stay in Paris!"
"I know but I came anyway. Here, let me get you out of here. You coming Dally?"
"Sure, kid."
"All right just a minute."
5 minutes later we were outside. Then I saw a shadow. Something was coming. Then, suddenly Johnny disappeared.
"Big brother!"
"Johnny!"
"Big brother!"
"Johnny!"
"Big brother!..."
I ran through the crowd, thinking to myself over and over: How could this happen?
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That's it folks! Next chapter will be Bentley and Ratchet. As always… R&R!