Brought into the light
An Alex and Will Fan fiction

by Dan 1966.

     Will and Alex's little adventure comes to an end.

Part 12

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 3 am

St. Mary's Emergency Hospital

      Alex awoke with Chancy, His parents and Bob Hood around the bed....

      “Mmmmm....I feel like I got hit by a truck.” Alex groaned. He tried to move but yipped and clench his teeth in a tight grimace....

      “Easy....” Chancy said as he patted Alex's chest. “You broke your left hip. And that truck feeling? I sort of “Mike Tysoned” your choppers...you're out two teeth.”

      Alex huffed....”Ugh.....! How can I keep myself from getting hurt?!” He then looked around the room....”Oh my gawd! Will? Marian?”

     Gordon waved a hand...”They're alright.”

     “I went crazy didn't I?” Alex worried. “I hurt them didn't I?” The young wolf began to sob....

     Bob leaned on the bed....”The risk was taken, it's not your fault. Marian's all right, though you probably left her a reasonably fashionable stomach scar. She's not angry at you Alexander.”

     “I don't know what I did.” Alex said as he slapped his hand to his forehead. “I don't remember shit!”

    “You will remember.” Will said as he entered the room. “You ripped my right arm apart. Two hundred stitches...”

      “I....did....that?” Alex said as he pointed....”Ugh....I can't keep living like this...I black out and go all nut-zoid on everyone.....” Alex sat moaping for a moment till his head shot up....”OH FUCK!” He reached out to grab Gordon's arm....”Dad?! I need an artist! Anyone who can draw! I remember! I know what the snake looks like!”

     Gordon turned to Chancy....”Find someone here if they can draw? I'll call the State Police.”

50 minutes later.....

     A teenage cheetah named Speeder Lucas (Speedy from Kimba the White Lion) sat with a drawing pad and pencil bouncing between throwing lines and shades down and pointing at the work with Alex....

    “Nah?.....The rings are more oval and thinner. The fangs are bigger but the tapers are like really needle thin. Cool cast?” Alex said as he pointed out Speedy's well decorated right leg full of Spiderman drawings...

    “Wasn't cool getting the surface to draw though.” Speedy replied snorting. “My buddy was at the bottom of the step rail I was shreading with my board....”Duh....Hi Speedy! Kimba! FUCK! Crash!...Gee...why's my leg twisted backwards? Ugh.....”

    Gordon was on his phone calling Samaliel and heard a thumping sound like Sam had toppled over.....

    “Gnash......ugh.....I swear I'm gonna......Pent?! Ugh....toys.....yeah.....Sam here Gordon?” Samaliel answered.

     “Sam? I have a description of this Cobra coming I think? We're getting a drawing of him done right now.” Gordon said as he leaned over to watch Speedy work....

      “So how big is this snake?” Speedy asked Alex.

      “Ummmm.....back then I think I stood uh?......Will?” Alex asked his brother.

     “You were shy of four feet.” Will replied.

      “Hmmm....I'd say his head stood.....bout......nine?” Alex said to his dad.

      “Nine feet?” Chancy asked. “That's nine feet just with the raised portion?”

      Alex looked at everyone then gestured Chancy close...”Guess his dick size would be a good determination?”

      “Smack!” “Watch your mouth kid?” Chancy snorted.

     “What?!” Alex yelped. “Damn Uncle? Shouldn't I be honest? I mean this was super clear! Super real....I felt....”

      Chancy clamped a hand over Alex's maw....”Do you mind sparing everyone the rich details? Stick to the drawing?”

      Alex pointed out some more details to Speedy....”And.....that's it.”

      Speedy passed the pad to Gordon who snapped a few pictures and sent them on to Samaliel's phone....”You got em now?” Gordon asked.

      “Gonna put em on zip and send them to the records division for a search.” Samaliel replied. “See you guys in my office soon. Now I would get back to bed but first I have to drag my little brother out of his so I can appease my offended tail bone.”

      Gordon clicked off his phone. “I also sent a picture to Bloatsome so Ralph will have that to bounce when he finds an employee record.”

      “Question is?” Chancy asked. “Are we dealing with an employee or an enforcer?”

      “Doesn't matter to me.” Gordon snorted. “Right now he's the fucken sex offender who raped my little cub. I'll get words out of him or his fangs as my fucken key chain jingle-ees.”

       “You are sooooo Clint Eastwood when you're pissed?” Chancy snickered.

       “I'm tired is what I am.” Gordon said with a sigh...”Good thing I got blankets in the car. Grace?” Gordon asked his wife.

       “I'll stay here with the boys...you get some sleep while you can.” Grace said as she rubbed her Husband's head. Gordon kissed Will and Alex before he left with Chancy...

      “Where the heck do you think you're going?” Gordon snorted.

      “Gonna sleep in the front seat unless you feel snuggly?” Chancy snickered.

      “No.....I don't.” Gordon huffed as they walked out the door.

     Will looked at the drawings with born teeth...”Why the hell didn't I see this bastard? Why couldn't any of us do anything? He couldn't have all gotten to us if Dad's theory about him hypothesizing us is right? I don't remember ever seeing this ass hole.”

    Alex laid back on his pillow and looked up at the ceiling. “Well....he did it...obviously....so don't kill yourself with guilt big bro.” Alex looked at his mom. “Sheesh the vet bills are gonna suck.”

    “And you're telling everyone not to kill themselves with guilt?” Grace said as she gave her son a kiss. “Regardless, I am very proud to have such brave boys as my sons.”

    Alex snickered. “Should we tell her how we tried to burn down that wood lot, Will?”

    “Nah.” Will replied. “How about when we scammed that whole pizza? That story is much more entertaining.”

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 8am
Ocean Pass

Regional Office of the FBI
The Fur-deral Investigation Bureau

    Samaliel passed document folders to Gordon, Fred, Chancy, Fritz Katz and Denise Brisbey...”This is the first results of the review from the first two piles of evidence. I forwarded the sketches of that snake to investigations records division and we received our own sample of the venom that killed Jenner Nimh along with the initial necropsy report from Sheriff Bloatsome.”

    Samaliel pulled himself up to sit on his work bench...”According to the necrospy? We're dealing with an Indian King Cobra, the daddy of the Cobra family. This guy is either an enforcer for a group of cub-o-philic rapists with a mob style organization or he's a player number one...yet to be determined. What we really need is a “group player” with loose lips which is probably why mister Cobra “did” Jenner Nimh. Both as insurance and as a warning for others to “shut up and lay low.”

     “However, we did gather some information regarding Walton Chambers, the father of the late Alex Binx. When he wasn't assaulting cubs? Chambers was an accountant who handled clients, including Coal brook Campgrounds. Among some of them with very questionable and frequent transactions was a high roller named Scar Fasa (Fay-Zah) who is the owner of a chain of “Gay Bars” called “Enchanted Scents” who was also a frequent visitor to Coal Brook during the time Gordon and family frequented the park... curiously at the same time a certain 37 furs and cubs now dead also visted. Scar Fasa also hung around with a trio of Hyena's.....Edward Puck ,Shenzi Mutoba and Banzai Franks who worked for Scar at some of his clubs. Now Scar had been suspected of being involved in flesh peddling though it couldn't be proven. Guess what happened to Edward, Shenzi and Banzai? Take a wild guess?”

    Fred snorted. “Pushing daises.”

    “Boing!” Samaliel replied as he pulled out three files from behind him....

“Edward Puck.....dead in a dumpster three years ago....toxicology report? snake venom.”

“Shenzi Mutoba....raped, robbed and found in a drainage ditch last year. Toxicology report? snake venom.”

“Banzai Franks....well...they found....an ear at least seven months ago...after he became bear shit by falling into the enclosure in a zoo....at midnight. Toxicology? Snake venom.”

     Chancy snorted....”Mister King Cobra's been busy.”

     Samaliel nodded back....”We know that Chambers went chameleon. Paid big bucks, got a complete “boob body” job and went “black hole”. Even with all the stuff you got from Binx Gordon? none of it helps us to find Chambers, the guy is wise....or should I say “she” is wise because it looks like Chambers got a sex change. But I can almost tell you that “he” or “she” did not leave the business. Mister Snake, Scar and Chambers. All we need is a key stone player...if we can find them before Mister Cobra comes calling.”

      Gordon pointed to the box next to Samaliel...”What's that?”

      “That's stuff from the first two piles that needs to go into the Grand Jury pile and stiff that's been identified with green sticky tags as cleared evidence which was investigated with nothing found.” Samaliel replied.

      “So is this it so far?” Gordon asked.

       “Yes....but we'll keep looking on our end. Especially for Chambers.” Samaliel replied.

      Gordon turned to Chancy...”Grab the box and take it to the car?”

      Chancy grabbed the box and turned to walk out only to put his foot down on something that stung him like crazy and sent him into a wild tumbling fall that scattered the box contents all over the place!

     “You alright?!” Samaliel yelped as he looked down....”Oh.....damn it! I'm sorry Chancy?”

     “What the hell did I step on?” Chancy asked.

     Samaliel snickered. “Sometimes I bring my problems at home to work as in I pick up my little brother's toys and they end up on the floor of my office.....ugh....”

     As the group gathered the scattered articles however...Denise Bixbey, who's been standing on top of Samaliel's workbench, was walking with a business card in her small hands where she stopped cold....

    “Huh?” She turned around, walked under a lamp and came back....”What is this?” She said as she pointed to the card.

    Fred turned to the small female mouse. “What is it Mrs. Bixbey?” He asked.

    “Watch this card.” The mouse said as she walked under the lamp and a series of three characters appeared. Then she walked away and they vanished.

     Gordon cocked his head. “Do that again Denise?”

     Denise repeated what she had done and Gordon walked up to take the card from her. He passed it in and out of the lamp light and looked at Chancy...”Chance? Look at this?”

    Chancy watched and snarled....”I knew it....I fucken told you I was right!”

     Samaliel butted in...”What?”

    Chancy showed him the business card...”n...A.... mother fucking nine...invisible fucking ink!”

    Samaliel took the card. “Nope....not ink....oil. Flourescent pentration oil you can only see under a purple shielded black light like you have in a night club!”

    Chancy turned to Gordon. “You better call Bloatsome and tell him to get his ass to the park and arrest fucken Kaa and that kid of his like right now?” Chancy snarled as he ran for the door. “Hello? Did anyone get the email? We need to go like right now before these guys get whacked?”

    Samaliel snatched his phone. “I'll call Bloatsome and send a pair of agents when I find out if they're living at the Park or close by! Get going!”

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 9:25am
Ocean Pass

Gordon and group racing for Mechanicsville

    “That's the whole story Sheriff. Chancy's original hunch was right about Kaa and that kid of his. Agent Samaliel is sending two agents to assist us but we have to grab Kaa and that kid now, we have proof one or both of them are involved with a cub molestation and exploitation ring and the Cobra is the enforcer or a higher up.” Gordon said as he drove. “Has Ralph found anything about a King Cobra working the park in the past 15 years?”

     Bloatsome replied. “Not a thing. I just called him to get the home address of those two because they don't live in the park.”

     Chancy whipped out his own smart phone...”I'm calling Rich...we'll need a specialist in dealing with this Cobra if he shows himself.”

     “Just make sure you tell him....no dead snakes.” Gordon yelped. “I know those Mongooses. Once they get on a blood lust with a snake, they don't usually take prisoners. We need Kaa alive, he's priority. The Cobra if possible.”

     “Bad thing is...” Fred snorted. “We have no body armor.”

     “Let's find the nearest museum and steel some mid evil knight suits.” Chancy snorted. “Like body armor's going to protect us against those fangs? Anywhere he strikes it's going to be nasty.”

    “Don't they make venom pens for snake bites?” Gordon asked.

    “No.” Chancy replied. “Who exactly around her is going to have “2 pam 2 See” pens for King Cobra venom? Like it or not? I don't think we're going to take this ass hole alive unless you get a lucky opening to knock his silly ass out.”

ten minutes later.....

     Gordon's phone chimed....”Sheriff?” Gordon answered.

     “Andover Place....Brent Street number 44....meet us at the corner of Brent and Akerman. Ralph's already there going behind the houses to clear them out.” Bloatsome said. “I called Agent Samaliel and the two FBI agents are five minutes out.”

 Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 10:35am
Mechanicsville

Andover Place Estates
Corner of Akerman and Brent

    Gordon, Chancy and Fred got out of their car with Gordon going to the trunk to pull out his shotgun while Chancy slapped a magazine into his Colt 45 and followed Fred to meet Sheriff Bloatsome and the two Rotties dressed in FBI tactical gear...

     “This is Chancy....Fred MCGruff....Gordon Gray...”Sheriff Bloatsome pointed out to the agents. “Gents? Agents Clay Bertrand and Dennis Donagan.”

     Agent Bertrand flashed a copy of the Cobra drawing. “We just got some more information on this one. Name's Nag Pram but with no priors. Probably no priors meaning no one could tie him to anything because....no one lived long enough to flap lips.”

    Chancy turned to Gordon...”There's your nickname....”Noggie”

     “These Cobra are extremely dangerous.” Donagan snorted. “They can trance you faster than you can think and if you give them even a second of eye contact? They'll nail you before you can move. And don't even think you can negotiate because they don't talk...they just kill. Knock em out is a pipe dream. As for this Kaa guy? Pythons are not poisonous of course but he might try to bolt or fight. Python bites can suck but their main weapon is constriction and intimidation. Him? One good blow to the lower jaw and he's lights out. The human kid? Bare teeth and threaten to maul him and he'll probably piss himself silly and give up.”

     Chancy's phone chimed....”Rich? Where are you?”

     “About 30 minutes out. Where are you?” Rich Tavi replied.

     “Andover Place Estates...house is number 44 on Brent Street. This cobra is really big.” Chancy yelped.

    “Who cares.” Rich replied. “If he's wild? Do I get to take him home? My daughter's never had Cobra and she'd enjoy it.”

    Chancy smirked in reply. “No he is not wild and we would like him alive if you could afford us the pleasure. And there's a python in the mix too? Please if you get here in time? Don't kill the python?”

    Agent Bertrand waved an arm....”Myself, Agent Donagan, Sheriff Boatsome will breach the front door and secure the boy and the Python. The rest of you will cover the back and sides in case we get runners or this Cobra decides to make a move.”

    The group split in two and worked up the street going left and right of the target house as they passed furs rushing to get out of the line of fire. “We're rushing in now, everyone lock and load!” Bloatsome snorted as he pumped his shot gun and followed the two FBI agents up to the front door where they used a bashing ram to break the door lock and run into the house!

    “FBI GET ON THE DAMNED FLOOR!” Agent Bertrand screamed and barked as he and Donagan let out a fusillade of deep barks and snarls as they made their way through the house....quickly realizing that the place had been ransacked...

     '”Son of a bitch! That mother fucker's already been here!” Bloatsome shouted to the group at the back of the house.

     “You're kidding me...?” Gordon snapped. “Gawd damn it!”

     Gordon, Chancy and Fred entered the small house to find it trashed. “Must have hit them early in the morning.” Fred snorted. “Obviously they put up a fight and knew the bastard was coming for them...” Fred pointed to soda cans hanging by strings from the windows. When he grabbed one it rattled from the change dropped inside it. “Cheep alarm system.”

     Bloatsome came out from the bedroom...”He got Kaa. Nailed him just under the gullet behind the jaw.”

     “Fight between the snakes couldn't have caused all this mess.” Chancy snorted. “Obviously the kid fought like hell. Where's the kid?”

     Chancy looked around the kitchen then poked his head outside...”Foot prints in the mud outside...boy's not wearing shoes and he got out of the house. Looks like our Cobra's right on his ass.”

     Bloatsome caught Ralph as he ran up to the back door...”Ralph? Get out an APB on a human boy....black hair down to the shoulders, light brown skin, skinny build, round 11 or 12 years old. Boy goes by the name Mowgli but his full name is Mowgli Namin Shreh”

    Gordon growled...”Indian...at least the kid knows what he's dealing with. But on two legs he could be anywhere by now, how the hell we going to find him?”

       Chancy snatched Gordon by the arm and dragged him through the house. “What the hell did they teach you in the Navy?”

       “How to swim.” Gordon snorted as they entered the laundry room and chancy started pawing through a basket of clothes. Picking out a pair of boy's underwear, Chancy started to sniff them deeply...

     “Oh.....kay....?” Gordon said as he smirked and backed up. “You're snorting race tracks? Really strange.....now how about you put those dirty things down?”

     Chancy snapped. “How bout you shut up and go get a collar and leash for me?” His nose started to drip snot. “Right now Gordy? Chop, chop?”

      Gordon walked out of the laundry room as Fred walked up. “What's going on?”

     “My brother in law is getting high off dirty kid's underwear? You're a blood hound Fred, why don't you join him?” Gordon asked.

      “What am I to you a fricken wierdo?” Fred replied. Then he thought....”On second thought? I am a blood hound.” fred looked into the Laundry. “Chance? Find another pair for me to sniff too?”

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 11:16am
Mechanicsville

     Gordon held the leash tight as his brother in law on all fours and lightly feral, sniffed and tugged in the direction he wanted to go. Next to him was Fred in the same condition being held by Agent Bertrand...

     “This is degrading.” Fred snorted.

      “You have the better smell senses.” Chancy said as he shook the snot and droll from his face....”Ugh! Human child stink is rancid. Right up there with those dirty night shirt wearing Taliban cave bunny hoppers, I tell you.”

      Gordon looked ahead and licked his maw...”You're pulling us to some kind of factory.”

         “That's no factory.” Bloatsome replied. “That's the old McClendon's department store, you know...sort of your old Proto-Mall of the 1950's? No one's used that building in decades.”

           “The kid must know it by heart if he intended to hide from that Cobra.” Gordon snorted. “Anyone want to propose another way?”

          Chancy snarled...”The scent trail is pointing that way” He stood up and pulled off the collar around his neck...”I am glad to get that oppressive piece of shit off my neck.” He then turned to Fred McGruff. “Fred? You should suffer for just a while longer in case the kid chose otherwise? Though I'm pretty certain he's in there.”

         Suddenly...something climbed up Chancy's back and took a seat on his shoulder. “I get to the house and you guys haul ass.” Rich Tavi snorted as he crossed his arms. “So? As far as the python back there? Is that free lunch? He's still pretty fresh and my wife...”

       “Rich? He's evidence?” Chancy snickered.

       “Aw hell...” Rich snorted. “What about our Cobra? How big is this ugly bastard?”

       Chancy replied....”Oh? He can stand a good nine feet at least.”

       “Hmph!” Rich snorted. “Bigger they are the better in my freezer. I hope we have some kind of organization going here? Or are we going to play loose and just hope for a King Cobra cluster fuck?”

       “Sheriff Bloatsome's the local in charge. We got five of us armed and two FBI armed.” Chancy said as he looked at Rich. “And then we have you with your doll house K'bar knife and silly little dart gun?”

       Rich kicked Chancy in the head....”Shut your mangy snoot? I'll have you know these darts contain a nice cocktail of juice that will blow that fucker's heart up and kill him dead in a second....not that I intend too use them because I don't want to destroy the meat. And how quick you forget my pearly white mouth daggers.”

       Chancy snickered to Gordon. “Rich considers himself an apex predator.”

       “Well? Sometimes I consider you an apex ass hole.” Rich snorted.

        Bloatsome stopped the group short of the barrier fence surrounding the seven story building. “Here's what we'll do. Ralph? Pass those small radios and ear buds in your back pack out. Mister McGruff, Agents Bertrand and Donagan, you take the front doors and sweep to your left working upwards each floor from outwards to the center. Myself and Deputy Ralph will come in from the back. We will sweep to our left, working upwards each floor from outwards to the center. Mister Gray and Chancy, you take the fire escape to the fourth floor and sweep across, work up and sweep those floors. I've called for additional support but it won't be here for another ten minutes at the least...”

       Gordon groaned...”You know this is sounding like a bad rated B horror film?”

        “I'll scale to the roof and work the venting system from top down.” Rich said as he tapped Chancy in the head...

        “I don't like that idea bro.” Chancy replied. “You might get yourself shot by accident if we think the noise you make is our target.”

        “It's about the best place for me to take on this guy Chance.” Rich replied. “He won't be able to coil up or move around in there which will make my job much easier. I didn't do tunnels in Afghanistan because I liked them.”

         Bloatsome raised his hand. “If you find the boy, you need to move him out quick. Our priority is Mowgli Namin Shreh. And keep your voices and the noise as low as possible. Sorry to say...only myself and Deputy Ralph are equipped with some sort of pepper spray and against this bastard? Don't know if it will be of any use. Do not confront the Cobra, retreat is always the better option.”

        Rich snickered as he stood on Chancy's shoulder. “My best option is Johny's seasoning and Cajun snake sauce.”

        Chancy fist bumped the mongoose...”Boom baby.”

         The group breached the fence and split apart. As Chancy rounded the fire escape and began to climb it towards the fourth floor, Rich Tavi hopped off his shoulder and bounded the escapes' steel frame to the roof...

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 11:26am
Mechanicsville

Old McClendon Department Store
3rd floor

   Mowgli Namin Shreh lay still atop the lockers of the empty employee room with the butcher knife clenched in his hand and a wrist rocket slung around his neck.. He'd at least gotten a good slice on the cobra before Kaa swatted him away and screamed at him to run. Was he still alive? The thought fading with the obvious when the big black monster gave chase.

   “Scar....”Mowgli thought with rage. “Protecting his assets of which did not include a boy prostitute but if the dirty lion believed Mowgli was going to make things easy by laying down and being store meat....guess again. He'd screwed with the wrong man cub. After all...living on the dirty streets of New Deli by day and returning to live with the wolf family who'd raised you made one a tough target. The last big cat who tried to have Mowgli for lunch as a skinny 8 year old got a good lesson in gasoline and a coke bottle; which Mowgli wished he had now. Plastic bottles didn't make good cocktail bombs.

    The Cobra sounded confident enough that he didn't bother being sneaky...at least with his bragging mouth he was being generous in letting Mowgli know where he was...

    “Sssssssssssssss....come forth man cub?” The monster said as he made his way around the floor. “Make a swift end to this? You know you can not run fast enough to escape me...I will track you down.” 

    The sound of a sudden swift strike told Mowgli that the beast had found another one of his socks. The boy was down to just his underwear, which he began ripping small pieces off and pouring piss on them to throw the Cobra's senses off.

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 11:26am
Mechanicsville

Old McClendon Department Store
1st floor, front doors

Mister McGruff, Agents Bertrand and Donagan came through the broken front doors and into the wide open expanse of the old presentation foyer with two sets of escalators going up to the second floor level. Fred had his 45 hand gun. Agent Bertrand packed a 223 AR-15 Colt Commando and Agent Donogan packed an MP-5 sub-machine gun...

“Fred?” Bertrand said as he directed Fred with a hand on his shoulder. “You cover the back. Donny? You sweep right and left, I'll sweep front.”

“We can't call to the kid so how are we going to find him?” Fred asked.

“Oh I think the first time someone lights something up, kids' going to definitely know we are here don't you think?” Donogan replied.

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 11:26am
Mechanicsville

Old McClendon Department Store
3rd floor

     Chancy popped through the emergency escape door with Gordon behind him...”Uh? Gordy? Give me the shotgun please?”

     “Why?” Gordon asked.

      “What the hell did they teach you swabies? Don't you squids get any force protection training at all?” Chancy snorted.

      “Chance?” Gordon said. “I'm retired ok? Retired.”

       Chancy took the shotgun. “I'm point ok? The point man does not need 12 gauge stuck up his tail hole. Common sense here.”

        “Well you need something up your tail hole to loosen your sphincter before you get PTSD again at the wrong damn time.” Gordon snapped as he followed Chancy close. 

        “Gordy?” Chancy asked. “I realize who this bastard is...I just need to be assured that you can keep a level head and that you won't do anything crazy if we confront this fucker...let me handle your revenge for you....understand? No crazy one man shows here.”

       Gordon rubbed Chancy's shoulder...”Ditto? No stupid heroics.”

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 11:26am
Mechanicsville

Old McClendon Department Store
1 st floor

     Sheriff Bloatsome and Ralph worked their weapons around corners and poked them at ventilation grates as they worked their way into the building...

     “Hey Sheriff?” Ralph said as he whipped his pistol around and pointed it into a room. “Did I tell you I have “Esco-encizo-prick-toe-phobia”?”

     Bloatsome snorted back....”Esco-what-the-fuck”?”

     “Fear of giant tooth snakes that are complete ass holes.” Ralph said snickering.

      “I thought you always were a complete giant ass hole....deputy.” Bloatsome replied smiling. He key'd his radio and spoke quick....”Everyone in and moving? Click back.”

     A series of rapid clicks came back through the radio as Bloatsome rolled around a door jam and Ralph trained his shotgun down a hallway....

    “Shouldn't we try telling this human kid where we are?” Ralph asked quietly.

    “Sure....if you want to bring that Cobra down on our asses?” Bloatsome replied.

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 11:26am
Mechanicsville

Old McClendon Department Store
Roof

     Rich un-slung his gauntlets from his back, ripped open a grate and slipped down to the seventh floor where he popped through a wall vent and quickly scurried around from room to room and over the trash filled floor to the staircase...

      “Nothing on the seventh. Moving down to the sixth.” Rich said into his small radio.

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 11:29am
Mechanicsville

Old McClendon Department Store
3rd floor

    Mowgli slipped from the top of the lockers and moved to the door jam of the old employee locker room, pulling the small wrist rocket that dangled from around his neck.

    He'd picked up a few steel nuts and small bolts while running through the building, now he stretched one in his wrist rocket and let it fly across the open space of the floor where it struck a piece of tin at the far end and forced the Cobra to charge at it while the man cub bolted for the opposite end of the floor and slid to a stop behind a trashed washing machine!

    “Do you think you can keep up your little game much longer man cub? There is no escape out that way and I cover the one's behind me. Make your agony quick and end this foolishness.”

Tuesday Morning
June 22, 2018 11:29am
Mechanicsville

Old McClendon Department Store
4 th floor

    Chancy turned his head and craned his ear as the dull “clink” and what sounded close to a crash caught his ear...

    “Did you hear that?” He asked Gordon.

    “Below us I think.” Gordon replied.

    Chancy clicked his radio...”Where is everyone? One person answer only.”

    “Bloatsome sweeping towards the second floor.” The Sheriff answered.

    “Fred on second floor now.” Fred McGruff answered.

     “Rich on six now.” Rich Tavi answered.

     Chancy pulled Gordon behind him....”We're moving down to the third floor, we just heard something like a crash. Everyone else hold on the second floor. Rich? If you're in the vents? Get down to the 3rd floor and see if you can spot that Cobra or the boy.”

      Chancy and Gordon made their way off the 4th floor and slowly came down the stairs at one end of the building down to the 3rd floor entry door. Chancy poked his head slowly past the door jam and gave Gordon a thumbs up...

    “The boy or the Cobra?” Gordon whispered.

     Chancy flashed a peace sign.....Meaning the Cobra, which caused Gordon to wince.

     “Great...got any ideas?” Gordon whispered.

     “We have to get that ass hole off this floor.” Chancy took a quick peak again and frowned...”Remember when we talked about stupid heroics?”

      Gordon looked towards the door. “I knew you were going to suggest something crazy.”

     “If that Cobra's in there then the kid is also in there which means there's only one way out of this floor.” Chancy said as he morphed into four legs yet not fully feral. “I'm the more athletic so I'll play with mister “hiss-fits” and you go for the kid.”

      Gordon craned his head. “Where the hell is the damn backup?”

       “Need I remind you how stupid traffic around here is?” Chancy snickered. “The city planners need to be shot now are you in or out?”

      Gordon morphed himself and brandished his claws...”Leave enough for me to tear apart when you're done.”

      Chancy snapped into his radio. “We're moving on the Cobra! Everyone stand fast!”

      “Do....what the hell?!” Bloatsome replied as Gordon and Chancy tore through the doorway!

End of part 12