Dougie waited till 6:30 got on his bike to pick up some food for the stake-out.
He gets to the bank roof with pizza at 6:55 Tristen isn't there and he has the walky talkies then he sees Tristen round the corner and Dougie climbs down.
"Dude your here finally," Dougie said "wha... what... who...?" He said confused "you," Dougie replied "NO NOT ME WHO THE FRICK-A-FRACK IS THAT!?!" Dougie turned to see a kid with a knife and a fox mask "dude put on your mask he didn't see us I think that is the guy to hurt that other mean guy," Dougie says "we should call him the fox!" Sargent sloth said energetically "We can come up with names later but we gotta get this guy," Dougie whispered "fine!" He whispered loudly.
Dougie climbed up to the rooftops and sargent sloth followed the fox on the ground.
Than he turned around and saw sargent sloth he quickly pushed sargent sloth to the ground and ran tow the rude kid at the end of the alley and jab his knife at the kid and Dougie jumped in front of the blade and got stabbed in the arm he started to bleed alot but atleast another person is safe he looked at his arm the knife was next to it on the ground this hurt a lot he and sargent sloth are only kids. This hurt Dougie more than the time he broke his arm, he looked up the fox was gone he had saved the other kid but he saw Dougie's face which is bad. Vigilance is illegal and Dougie is now a vigilante and he just blacked out.
He wakes up to see Tristen freaking out Dougie looks over and sees his arm "what... how... are you ok dude!" He yells "NO! IM NOT OK! DEFINITELY NOT OK!" He blacks out again and wakes up with his arm patched up and in his room,
his parents are on a business trip and he is old enough to stay lets just hope his parents don't find out. He finds his old black sling from when he broke his arm and put it on then went the living room and played video games with only a few aches aches and pains in the process.
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Batcat. Book One
ActionThere once was a boy who nobody paid much attention to and he had seen alot of criminal activity, and he was sick of it