Chapter 5

"How am I even supposed to find this guy?" Balto thought out loud as he stopped at a red light somewhere downtown. He had realized as soon as he had left home that he hadn't know Bolt's whereabouts to begin with and had simply assumed the White Sheppard had come to Nome.

"Maybe…I got lucky and he went straight back home…wherever the hell that is." Balto thought again; However, Balto had no such luck, as soon as he finished his sentence he noticed a car, driver thankfully absent, fly over the top of his jeep and land with a crush behind him

"Son of a Bitch!" Was about all Balto could say in response to what he had just seen "Guess today's not my lucky day after all."

Balto quickly grabbed his sniper rifle from the back seat of his jeep; he'd moved it so it would be within arms reach. He exited the vehicle, leaving it running just in case. Balto first looked in the direction the thrown car had come from, seeing nothing of interest he climbed atop his jeep and looked down the sight of his rifle and that's when he spotted Bolt. Bolt appeared to be yelling at someone but the distance and ambient city noise made it impossible to hear what he was saying, but Bolt's conversation was not on Balto's mind as he kneeled on the hood of the jeep to line up his shot.

'Just one shot and I might be able to end this right here and now.'

Balto finally lined up the shot and pulled the trigger…

Saying Bolt was furious was a gross understatement. He was still in the process of telling his life story to Sasha when a former fan who not only recognized him but must have been upset he stopped acting had walked up to mock him. In an act of blind retaliation Bolt had resisted thrashing his adversary in exchange for throwing a parked car that was near by in hopes of intimidating his enemy…It worked.

"You know what you little shit if another word crawls out of that hole you call a mouth I'll toss you like I did that car!" Bolt snarled through clenched teeth

The fan that Bolt was addressing was a relatively young golden retriever dog.

"H…Hey m…man I sa...said I was s…s…sorry." The dog stuttered out

Before Bolt could reply his super hearing caught the sound of a gunshot. Bolt moved faster than the bullet in order to dodge it. In the distance he could swear he heard someone yell.

"Son of a Bitch!" Balto yelled, as the shot didn't even graze Bolt. A few passerbies had begun to take notice of the wolf-dog especially after the shot had been fired with a loud bang. Balto stood up on the hood of the jeep and took his eye out of the sight to see Bolt, strangely enough, walking toward him.

"Well looks like it's confrontation time." Balto said feigning a nervous smile but as the words left his mouth he noticed Bolt had grabbed yet another car and was preparing to toss it in Balto's direction.

"What the hell!" was about all Balto could say as he jumped down from the hood and ran for cover behind another car. He simply watched helplessly as the white sedan Bolt had thrown crashed into his military issue jeep with far beyond the force of an average car crash. Balto's jeep was thrown at least 500 yards backwards and into a lamppost.

"Alright I'll give you one chance to come out, show yourself, and explain why the hell you just tried to shoot me or I'll tear apart what ever it takes till I reach you and then rip you in half!." Bolt yelled out to Balto still scanning the nearby area for any movement.

Balto was about to show himself, thinking that there was really no use in prolonging fate when he saw Bolt begin to walk forward and then in front of his position behind the parked car.

'Perfect! ' Balto's mind screamed at him to take this perfect shot as Bolt had unknowingly wandered well within point blank range of his rifle and it's strange Styrofoam ammunition.

Balto silently lined up the shot and quickly pulled the trigger for the second time. The only difference was that this time the shot had been taken from so close that Bolt was unable to sense and react to it. Bolt felt a strange sensation in his side, he knew he was hit but by what he was unsure. Instead of the piercing pain he assumed bullets felt like it was a feeling of weakness, first at the spot where he was hit and then moving up and down his body, his legs felt as if they would give out and he began to breathe in ragged gasps. Suddenly he fell to his knees and then face first on the ground. Unfortunately he was not knocked unconscious.

"Hi there," Bolt heard a voice from above and as he looked up he was greeted by Balto's face with a smug smile plastered across it. "My name's Balto, welcome to Nome."