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Ch. 2: Oh, Where Has My Super Dog Gone?
Boy. And I thought the flight was boring. Penny was tapping her foot impatiently at the baggage claim, a hand on her hip, holding a strap of her bag with her other hand. Along with the impatience evident in her face, she also had a slightly worried look. The food was bad, the movie sucked. The only entertainment I had was my computer, and…well let's face it, Myspace, Facebook; those get boring after a time. Oh, and if you're wondering why I'm a little worried, well I've just been waiting for a few minutes, but I'm just hoping that my dog and my scooter didn't get put on a different flight; especially my dog.
A barking noise caught her attention. She looked up and saw her dog in a carrier and a red scooter bag next to it. Bolt barked again a couple more times as Penny went to pick him up and almost dropped the cage when she did. She grabbed her scooter bag, set it down next to her, and then went to open the cage of the carrier. Bolt leapt out of the carrier, shook himself, then stretched his legs and his back. He looked at Penny as she hooked a lease on him, gave her a sad look, and whined.
"I know you don't like these things, boy," she said, "but I just don't want you getting lost in a big city like this."
This time he lifted and tilted his head, gave her a quizzical look, and a grunt that almost sounded like Scooby-Doo.
Penny then realized what she said. She picked up her scooter bag, and said "Oh, don't start." With she started walking with Bolt trailing unenthusiastically.
Penny weaved through cars in streets New York streets on her scooter. Bolt was sitting just behind her back foot, trying to hold on as best as he can.
"So where in New York do we have to go?" Bolt asked in a panicked tone.
"Some place in the Upper East Side of Manhattan," Penny replied in a flat tone.
Bolt picked up on the tone instantly. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she answered in the same tone. "You shouldn't be speaking. What if someone hears you?"
Bolt yipped as Penny passed suddenly between cars. A taxi driver honked at her, which made Bolt winch.
"How could anyone hear me in this place?"
"Just let me think," Penny said. "Okay?"
"Alright, but can we stop and get something to eat?" Bolt asked. Penny sighed. Okay, I know I love my dog and everything, but now that he can talk…well I get the feeling he's gonna get on my nerves. Eventually. Penny heard her stomach growling and placed a hand on it.
"Sounds like someone agrees with me," Bolt pointed out smugly then yipped again as Penny swerved into an empty part of the lane.
"What was that about?" he questioned.
"Thought the car ahead of me was making a pass."
Bolt looked around for a few seconds before looking back at Penny. "What car?"
Penny just smirked to herself then pressed a button on the GPS on the handlebar of the scooter.
"Search diners that allow dogs in New York," she commanded.
As she continued through the streets, a cat overlooked them from a balcony. It wasn't an ordinary cat, however. This cat had a mini-camera hanging from its collar.
Parked outside of the Tom and Jerry restaurant was Penny's scooter. Inside, she had ordered a burger with the works, a Mountain Dew and some Beneful for Bolt. Penny hadn't finished her drink, or her food. She was sitting there thinking as her dog finished eating his meal. He sat back on his haunches, licked his lips, and then looked at Penny, seeing she was in deep thought. When he hopped up on to the seat, Penny looked at him and he gave a whine. She smiled and rubbed a hand over his head for a few seconds.
"Just thinking about a lot of stuff, boy," she said as if she knew what he was thinking. She turned and looked out of the window, taking her hand off his head.
Bolt tilted his head then nudged her arm with his snout.
She looked back at him, before saying, "Come on. Let's get going."
Bolt tilted his head again, and then looked at the remainder of her food. She rolled her eyes, and grabbed what was left of her soda.
"Fine you can have it," she said smiling. The dog reached for the burger and snapped up the leftovers. She shook her head and chuckled before finishing the rest of her soda.
It was around late afternoon when Penny came to a stop at the Upper East Side Affinia Hotel. Bolt hopped off the scooter as Penny stepped off, and walked it inside, with Bolt trotting alongside. A tall, burly door attendant greeted Penny and opened the door for her. She was stopped however when he noticed the dog.
"I'm sorry miss, no pets allowed in the hotel," he stated.
Penny looked at Bolt, who looked back at her and tilted his head.
She looked back up at the doorman and said, "You're kidding."
"Sorry miss," he shrugged. "Hotel policies."
"Are you sure I can't just bring him into the lobby with me?"
The doorman shook his head, before he looked at her and offered, "Tell you what; how 'bout I watch your dog for you?"
Penny instantly became suspicious. She gave the doorman a side-glance.
"Why should I?"
Surprised by the question the door attendant said, "I just offered, miss. There's no reason to be rude."
Bolt tugged at the pant leg of Penny's jeans, then sat back on his haunches and barked. Penny looked back at Bolt and then remembered what her dad told her. She sighed before looking back at the doorman.
"Sorry. I just had a run of bad luck lately" she explained then handed the doorman the lease. She turned back to Bolt and knelt down.
"Now, I want you to be a good boy, okay?" she said rubbing the dogs head and gave a quick wink. Bolt wagged his tail and panted. Penny stood up as the door attendant held open the door again, allowing her inside. Penny rested her scooter a nearby wall and looked around.
Boy. I've never seen a place this fancy before. Not because my family's poor or anything. It just that all of the hotels I've been to weren't this fancy.
She went over to the main desk where a nerdy looking woman, wearing braces and stylish glasses, was standing. A little bit old to be wearing braces, don't ya think?
"Good morning, miss," the woman greeted cheerful, her voice sounding normal. "What can I do for you?"
At least she sounds normal. "Yeah, I'm looking for Jennifer Aita."
"Just a sec," the woman said as she turned to a computer on her right. She typed a few key, and clicked a couple times for a few minutes before she turned back to Penny.
"She's in Suite 115," she said. "Are you a relative?"
Nerdy, but trusting. That can't be a good thing. Penny nodded and said, "Yeah."
"Alright. I'll call her and see if she knows you," the woman stated as she picked up the phone.
Shoulda seen that coming. Penny set her elbow on the desk, and rested her jaw on her fist as she waited. Her thoughts began drifting off as she waited. The woman had to call her three times before she snapped out of her trance.
"Miss Aita is expecting you," the woman avowed.
"Thanks," Penny said as she pushed away from the desk.
In a few moments Penny had came to a room that said Suite 115 next to it. She hammered on the door a few times and waited. It wasn't long before an attractive brunette woman in her late twenties opened the door. Penny was shocked and soon freaked out when she saw that she only had a towel covering her body.
"Long time, no see, Pens" she asked with a smirk on her wet face. "I remember you being much littler than you are now." She motioned her hand and said, "Come on in."
Penny skeptically walked in the room and her eyes widened again as she marveled at the surprisingly large Suite.
"Holy crap!" she found herself saying.
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that," she said smugly as she closed the door.
Penny stared a little longer before turning back to her relative. "Okay. A couple questions," she stated. "One: how can you afford a place like this? And two: why are you in nothing but a towel?" She used her fingers to count off the questions.
"Well, one," she using her fingers, as well. "I have a good paying job that I like. And two: I was taking a shower when I got the call." She said the last sentence in mock annoyance.
Penny held up her hands defensively. "My bad."
Her aunt gave dismissive wave. "Aah, don't worry about it. Anyway, you hungry. Got some snacks in the fridge." She nodded her head to the kitchen on her right.
She shook her head. "Nah. I just ate a while ago."
"So why are you here?" she asked as she walked over to the couch. She plopped down on the couch before she asked. "And wears that dog of yours that my bro told me about?"
"Outside," Penny replied in a glum tone while she rolled her eyes. "And he's actually part of the reason why I'm here."
"Wait you left your dog outside?" her aunt asked leaning forward.
Penny raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I left him with the doorman."
"We don't have a doorman," Jennifer stated, shaking her head.
Penny's eyes widened in horror.
"Quick! Get to door 'n see if it's too late," she ordered. "I'll throw some clothes on while you do that."
Penny nodded. She ran to the door, threw it open and, ran down the hall.
When she got outside, she panting slightly, looking from side to side. She didn't see the doorman or her dog anywhere in the crowd.
"BOLT!!!" she cried out.
Okay. What happened? Bolt's eyes fluttered open halfway before closing again. The fluttered open again and he noticed that he wasn't sitting by the hotel door anymore but in a cage. He jumped to his feet and looked around in panic but nearly fell over when the cage jumped. He looked out of the bars and saw that he was in a car, see buildings go by as it drove. Bolt couldn't smell Penny but could smell someone who had a spicy scent. The scent made Bolt sneeze.
"Sounds like someone's awake," someone said. Bolt recognized the voice.
"Don't worry," the doorman said. "You'll be in the bossman's hands before you know it."
"Not if I have anything to say about it," Bolt mumbled as he backed up as far as he could. He lowered his head then charged through the cage door then the right front car door. Bolt fell into the street and rolled a couple of times before he came to a stop at the curb. He shook his head when he heard a screech and looked back at the car to see that it had stopped. Bolt got up on the sidewalk and started to run in the opposite direction as the doorman stepped out of the car.
"HEY!!!" he yelled then started running after the dog.
Bolt weaved through and around the legs of the pedestrians, while the doorman shoved them out of the way. He made a left into an alley and kept running as the doorman stopped at the alley. He looked down it and saw Bolt running off.
"Come back here!!" he demanded as he took off after the dog. Bolt turned down another alley and ran back into the sidewalk causing people to jump as he ran in front of them and into a park. He leapt over a fence and charged through a flock of pigeon, which flew off. He kept running until he slipped and fell down a slope into a bush.
The doorman stopped at the top of the slope, doubled over, and put his hands on his knees as he gasped for air. After a few moments, he stood straight up and looked around.
"Sheesh…That dog…can run," he panted. His breath was heavy and ragged. He reached into a pocket, pulled out an inhaler, shook it, took off the cap, and took a puff. His breathing had smoothed out but it was still heavy.
"I didn't sign up for this," he breathed then turned and trudged away in the opposite direction.
Bolt peered from the bottom of the bush, and then crawled out. He shook himself of the leaves that were stuck to his fur, then sat on his haunches and looked around.
Great. I'm alone in New York, Manhattan, or whatever and I have no way of contacting my human. Bolt sighed.
"Well, better start searching," he said to himself as he stood up. He then started sniffing the ground and went on his way to finding Penny.
Penny lashed out at a hanging punching bag several times in rapid succession. Her face contorted in rage as she thrashed the bag.
Why? Why did I fall for that!? She roared as she swung her leg in a wide-arc roundhouse kick. When she made contact, the chain snapped and the bag fell a few feet to the left.
She breathed heavily as Jennifer walked up to her. She was now wearing a sleeveless, v-neck t-shirt and shorts that stopped just above her knees.
"Jeez, kid. Tone it down a notch," she said. "That's my fourth one so far."
Penny wheeled around and gave her aunt a terrifying glare that didn't seem to affect her at all.
"TONE IT DOWN A NOTCH!!!" she roared. "SOME THUG MAKES OFF WITH MY DOG AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH!?!"
"I know you're upset," Jennifer said, "but yelling isn't gonna help, and it's gonna get me kicked out."
Penny turned away from her with a growling huff. Jennifer walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Look, I've a dog of my own," she began, "and I would be mad, also, if someone took my dog."
Penny glanced up at her. "You have a dog?" she asked in a flat toned voice.
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders. "More like a wolf, but that's beside the point." Penny turned away from her aunt again. "Look we'll find your dog. I promise, alright?"
Penny looked at her aunt again who smiled at her.
"So, what were those reasons why you came down here?" Penny raised an eyebrow. Jennifer shrugged and said, "It would probably help."
Penny sighed and said, "Alright. But it's kind of a long story."
It was nearing dusk as Bolt continued to sniff his way through New York City. Unknown to him however, he was a farther away from where he wanted to be, now. Bolt came out of alley, walked over to a bus stop and sat next to it. What would Penny say in a situation like this? Oh yeah! This sucks. Bolt sighed when he caught a scent he looked up as a teenage girl knelt down next to him. She was tan skinned with black hair and dark-eyes. "Hey, there boy," she said soothingly. "Are you lost?" Bolt was about to nod to the questioned when he remembered that he wasn't an average dog. He just whimpered instead. The girl rubbed a hand on his head. She then looked at his collar. The tag hanging from it was circle with a bolt in it. The girl flipped it over and studied the back.
Okay, you're probably thinking why am I letting her so close after what happened with the last human. You're not? Then it's probably just me. But anyway, let's just say I'm a nice dog. "Is your master's name Penny?" the girl asked. Bolt panted and wagged his tail. It'll probably be the death of me, but I can't go around distrust almost every human again. Then again, I can't let my guard down.
The girl stood up and took out her cell phone. A few years ago, I overheard Penny and her mother talking about putting a number on my collar just incase I got lost. Looks like it actually came in handy. I'll have to remember to tell my human about this.
After the girl dialed the number, she held the phone to her ear, and waited for someone to answer. A woman in her mid-forty peered around the wall of the bus stop. "Shelly. The bus is coming." She noticed the white German Shepard near her. "Oh, dear. What have I told you about stray dogs?"
The younger girl rolled her eyes. "Mom, this one has an owner." She put a hand on her hip. "And don't you know what happens to stray dogs?"
The girl's mom sighed as a bus pulled up. It hissed as the doors opened.
"We'll talk about this later," she said. "Right now, let's go. Before the bus leaves." With that, she turned and got on the bus.
The girl turned to the dog. "Come on, boy. I'll take you to place where you can sleep for the night. Okay?"
Bolt barked a couple of times. Aren't I a lucky son of a bitch? The girl stepped into the bus as Bolt followed. And I don't mean that as an insult. I've heard that version before. The vehicle shut its doors and drove off. Look it up on the, uh…internet I think it's called. Or even books. They'd have it there, I'm sure. A cat hissed as the bus continued down the street. Are you kidding me?
"You've seriously had this dresser custom made," Penny said in amazement. The largest bedroom of the two-bedroom suite Jennifer was living had a dresser that opened to reveal several gadgets and weapons. This looks like something out of a spy movie.
"Looks like something out of a spy movie, don't it, kid?" Jennifer said proudly. Penny looked at her aunt. Coincidence.
"Yeah, it kinda does," Penny replied as she turned back to the dresser. She looked back at her aunt and asked, "Do you have some kinda enhanced dress?"
Her aunt raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Penny shook her head. "Never mind. But I gotta couple of questions."
"Again?" her aunt sighedd with a smirk on her lips. "Shoot."
"One: How can you keep this hidden from your friends?"
Jennifer shrugged. "Half of them are spies also," she replied. "The rest; never let 'em in."
"Okay and two: How'll this help me find Bolt?"
"You see," her aunt began as she reached into the dresser, "the last time you saw your dad; he built a mini-homing device into his collar." She pulled out a hand-held device that looked like a radio with a screen on it.
"What's a hand-held TV gonna do to help me find my dog?" Penny asked getting annoyed.
"Jeez, take a chill pill, Pens," Jennifer said dismissively. "I haven't even turned it on yet." She flipped a switch on the side of the device and the screen came to life. A 3-D holographic model of the Earth came from it. Suddenly Penny's cell phone started ringing. The ringtone was One Step Closer by Linkin Park. Penny took her phone out of her pocket and flipped it open.
"Yeah?" she said.
"Is this Penny Aeeta?" someone asked at the other end.
"Maybe? Who wants to know?"
"This is Shelly Bancroft," the girl replied. Bolt was next to her wagging his tail. "You lost your dog, right?"
"Yeah!" she exclaimed. "You found him?"
"Yeah. He's right here next to me," Shelly replied looking at the dog. Bolt barked a few times.
"Oh my god!" she yelled throwing up her hands.
"Well that was lucky," Jennifer chuckled.
"We're taking him to our house right now," Shelly explained. "It's at-"
"Alright!! Everybody down and nobody scream!!" a man wearing sunglasses demanded holding up a gun. "You," he pointed his gun to the driver. "Keep driving! No stops! Nothing funny!"
"Damn it," Penny swore under her breath hearing the whole thing over the phone.
"What's going on?" Jennifer asked.
"No cell phones," was the last thing Penny heard before the line went dead. She looked at her cell phone. "Son of a-"
"Alright, kid. That's enough," Jennifer said sternly.
"Now what?" Penny said in annoyance.
"Hello?" her aunt sang shaking the device that was still in her hand. She move it in front of her. "Search for Project D10, codename: Bolt," she commanded. Target crosshair appeared on the holograph and moved to several spots before coming to rest on a spot on the east side of North America. The hologram disappeared. Penny was surprised and confused. She walked over next to her aunt and saw that the spot the crosshairs settled on was over the state New York and was zooming in closer. In a few seconds, the crosshairs settled over a particular spot, in particular street in of New York. The crosshairs were on the move.
"That's in Morningside Heights," Jennifer stated.
"So how are we gonna get there?" Penny asked.
"What's the fastest way to get any place in New York, other than a helicopter?" Jennifer replied with a smile. Penny raised an eyebrow.
Again, this sucks. Two more thugs were taking money and anything valuable from the hostages they had on the bus. You never see dog this kind of stuff. Well, we do steal but not like this. Bolt continued to watch the only thug who had a gun who was near the driver. I've got to do something to save these people. Attacking the armed human straight isn't too good of an option, especially since I'm a super dog. Actually, I can probably use that to my advantage. I just got to get him to turn around some-
"Yo boss, I ain't goin' near dis dog," said thug that was a couple a feet away from Bolt. Both the dog and the thug looked at him, although the thug turned fully around whereas the dog glance through the side of his eyes.
"Oh, don't be scared, you big baby," snapped the armed thug.
"Yeh, man. Dat dog ain't gonna do nothin' to ya," said the other thug who was near the back of the bus.
"Yeh, well I read dat these dog's is protective of they owner," explained canine-phobic thug. "And dat these dog's bite hella hard."
This is perfect. Bolt turned to the armed thug and stared intently at his gun. The pistol suddenly exploded right in his hands.
"What the hell?" the lead thug said as he stared at his hand. Suddenly, a husky man right next to him got up and bear hugged the thug.
"Don't just stand there, knuckleheads," he grunted as he tried to break free. "Do something!!"
The other thugs dropped their bags and both took out a knife but Bolt jumped off the seat and glared at them, growling and baring his teeth.
"Oh, damn!" the dog-phobic thug said stumbling back into the other thug.
"Hey, man!" he exclaimed. "Watch were you goin'!"
Another passenger, this one a burly man got up and put the third thug in a chokehold. As the dog-phobic thug turned to help his partner he yelled out in pain and looked down to see Bolt had dug his teeth into his leg. The thug stumbled, trying to get away.
"GET THIS CRAZY DOG AWAY FROM ME!!!" he screamed when an elderly woman stood up and whacked him in the back of the head knocking him out. The third thug fell unconscious from the chokehold he was in and the burly man let him drop to the floor.
"Oh, great," the lead thug, who was still stuck in the bear hug, grumbled.
A reporter was interviewing the three people who had apprehended the three thugs while Bolt was sitting with Shelly, her mother, and her younger brother watching the interview take place. You know being a silent hero isn't as bad as it seems. Alright, technically I'm not the hero but I did help out. Bolt wagged his tail when he notice the cat in a woman's arms was glaring at him. Bolt growled at the cat when Shelly snapped her fingers.
"Stop?" she asked. Bolt immediately turned to her. Wait. Did she just ask me to stop?
Shelly rubbed a hand on his head and, "Good boy. You're above that cat. He's not worth your time."
Bolt smiled and wagged his tail. She does have a point. Cats are just a waste of fur.
Meanwhile, in the crowd that was being kept at bay from the bus, the door attendant stood watching the dog. He ducked his head and walked out of the crowd.
He took out a blue tooth headset from his pocket and put it in his ear. "Boss. You there?"
"/Did you see the dog?/"
"Yeah. He's with another kid this time."
"/You know what to do./"
The man nodded. "Got it." He took the headset out of his ear and put it back in his pocket. He walked over to a dumpster and around to the opposite side where a briefcase was lying. He opened it and inside was a police uniform.
The man peered out of the alley then confidently strolled through the crowd. He strolled up to Ambulance where Shelly, her family, and Bolt were at. When he was near, Bolt picked up on the scent and whirled around as he stopped in front of them.
"'Scuse me, miss. We need to take that dog of yours."
"What? Why?" Shelly asked surprised at the demand.
"Well from what we've gather," he started, "This dog bit someone in the leg, right?"
"Well, yeah. One of the robbers," Shelly explained.
"What does biting have to do with taking the dog, officer?" her mom inquired.
"We need to test the dog and see if he has any rabies."
Rabies! Who is this guy kidding? Bolt started barking and growling threateningly at the officer, drawing unwanted attention his way. Shelly tried holding Bolt back as he continued to snarl at the man.
"Oh, to hell with this," he said to himself and then snatched the dog out of the girls grip. A detective with dark hair wearing a suit caught the man as he began to run off.
"Hey!!" he yelled and gave chase.
Bolt struggled to break the man's grip, but even as he could the man kept getting his hold back. The man looked back and could see the detective was starting to catch up. Bolt tried to press his arm away again. When it was far enough, he clamped down. A cracking sound could be heard from his forearm. The man yelled out in pain and stopped in his tracks, allowing the detective to tackle him to the ground. He let go of the dog, which ran off.
"Next time you try to run, make sure you can outrace a cop," he said as he took out his cuffs. "You're under arrest."
Jennifer and Penny arrived at the scene on Jennifer's own scooter.
"How exactly is this an upgraded model of mine?" Penny asked as she stepped off the scooter and undid her helmet.
"I'll tell you later kiddo," she replied with a smirk. She stepped off next and took off her helmet. "Right now let's get your dog back."
Penny and Jennifer pushed through the crowd, but as soon as they got through and near the scene an officer stopped them.
"Sorry, ma'am. Can't let you or your daughter pass," he said.
"Uh, first of all…" Penny started but was shushed by her aunt.
She reached into the pocket of her jeans and took out a badge.
"Sorry I'm late," she apologized. "Had to pick her up from my ex." Penny gave her a quizzical looked.
"Sorry, detective Leon," he said as he held up the tape for her to walk under. "Didn't recognize you."
Jennifer walked under the tape then turned back to Penny as the tape was lowered.
"I'll be right back," she avowed then turned and head into the crime scene.
Penny crossed her arms and huffed. Why do I get stuck in the crowd, when I should be seeing if my dog's alright? Her expression softened as she sighed. Maybe I'm going a little too overboard with that. I mean, Bolt is a super dog after all. I'm sure he's probably fine.
"So can you fill me in on what happened?" Jennifer asked. She was talking to a detective with brown hair, wearing a suit, as well.
"Well, we had a bus that was being robbed by three men," he explained. "One of them armed and then suddenly his gun explodes. The three are apprehended shortly after."
"Anything else, Detective Taylor?" she asked.
"Yeah," he answered. "One of my guys caught someone who was trying to make off with a teenage girl's dog. The man was caught but the dog got away."
Jennifer sighed and said, "'Thanks detective." She turned the detective called out her name.
"Jennifer!" She turned and looked as if she were shocked. Detective Taylor walked up to her and talked in a low voice "You know, eventually, you are gonna get caught."
Jennifer just smiled and replied, "Tell Hawky I said 'How's it going." Just as she was about to walk off however the detective grabbed her shoulder.
"You didn't answer my question."
She looked at him with a smirk, shrugged, and said, "You never asked."
He was starting to get annoyed. "What are you going to do when you get caught?"
She smirked replied, "When it happens, my bosses'll deal with it. See ya 'round, Mac." With that she walked off. Detective Taylor just shook his head and walked in the opposite direction.
Penny was pacing left and right, waiting for her aunt to return.
"Hey!" Jennifer called out. Penny looked up as her aunt stepped under the tape.
"Come on. Let's go," she said pulling Penny away from the scene.
"Wait! Hold on. What about Bolt?"
"Come on. We need to get back to the hotel," was all that Jennifer said as they both pushed through the crowd.
Bolt trudged through an alley. This is just great. I'm finally gonna get back to my human and I almost get nabbed again. On top of that I'm hungry and tired, too. This truly does, very much, suck. Bolt walked around the side of a trashcan and found an old, beaten up pillow, next to a cardboard box. Well I guess it doesn't suck that back. A boom resonated through out the alley causing Bolt to look up. He grabbed the pillow in his mouth and dragged it into the box which was large enough to fit both. He stepped out and nudged the pillow in the rest of the way with his nose then crawled inside just as the rain began to fall. I just hope this box holds. He settled down looking through the opening of the box. I've seen what water does to this stuff. Hopefully it'll do for the night. Bolt let out a big yawn before he fell asleep as the rain fell steady around him.
