[OLD]In The Dog House

Five Minutes

      Bandog stalked quickly up to the warehouse front door. Picking the boomerang out of the air and fastening it on his waist. He crouched, and attempted to pull up the door, but it was locked, too heavy, even for his increased strength. He sighed, stood, and stepped back. Glancing around, he noticed a few dumpsters, and came up with a plan. Just as he was about to mount it, the miraculous beeped once, with four more times to come. He had only a few minutes until he transformed, and he realized with a start that he didn't have a snack for Luppin, the dog kwami.

     He shook his head at his own air-headedness and jogged towards the back. He leapt on the dumpster, unaware of the nearby motorcycle, and glanced up. A few feet away was a window, which he noticed had a lock. He pulled off the boomerang, and threw it at the window. He cringed at the sound of raining glass, a sign of breaking and entering. An alarm was sure to be going off somewhere. The boomerang flew back out, and he grabbed it in mid-air. He leapt up, smashing in the broken glass, and grabbed the edge. Bandog put his feet on the wall, climbing into the warehouse.

     He jumped to the ground, wincing at another beep. It signalled four more minutes, and he surveyed the area. It was incredibly dark, but his vision was enhanced, and he could notice the back door was ajar.

     Someone had been here.

     He scowled, suddenly nervous. What if they never had left? They could still be here, waiting to strike, believing he was a guard. Surely, it would be terrible to be caught, with minutes to spare. He could see the headlines now. "Disgraced Fashion Heir Charged With Breaking And Entering." He snapped himself out of it, getting back on task. He fumbled around, trying to get a grasp. His Fursight had taken him here, so there was something he needed to grab, something he could cut the heavy dumbbells he stole from the Akuma, Alloy. He walked a few more feet.

     Suddenly, a hand grabbed him, shoving him into a nearby crate. The air was forced out of his lungs, and he focused his eyes. A figure, about his height, stood clad in a leather jacket, with dark jeans. He was colorblind in this form, like a dog, but he guessed they were blue. They held a pair of bolt cutters like a club, and a black biker helmet was obscuring their face.

     Another beep. Three minutes.

     He cleared his throat, trying to sound more assured. "Who are you, and why are you here?" He threatened. They laughed, throwing their head back. They swung the cutters, and he quickly stepped aside. They swung again, breaking the crate, and kicked Bandog to the ground. He landed on his side, switching to his back and crab-crawling backwards, away from the mysterious attacker. He jumped to his feet, and brandished his boomerang, filled to the brim with adrenaline. He leapt forwards, towards the attackers head. They stepped sideways, tripping him, and he panicked, but swiftly bent into a front walkover, and spun on his heels.

     The attacker was gone, and he only had three minutes. He looked around, surely they could not have gone far. He leapt on the broken crate, gazing around the warehouse. There, near the far corner! He saw a dark shape, crouching behind a table. He jumped across crates, throwing the boomerang towards the attacker. They flew back upon impact, and a mechanical roar subsequently sprang to life. They stood, and Bandog gasped. They were wielding an electric saw.

     A deep sense of realization grew inside of him, and it hit him. The item he needed was a saw, so he could saw the dumbbells in half. The dumbbells! He flipped, remembering his mission. He hoped the Akuma wasn't completely ending Ladybug, and at that moment, his boomerang vibrated. The light from the screen illumanated the villain, and they stood, appearing menacing, large saw in hand. He swallowed, and jumped at another beep. Two minutes.

     The boomerang finally flew back into his hands, and he ran forwards. The two clashed, gear against boomerang. After a few moments, he pushed forwards. They flew back a few feet, and he leapt at the chance. He wrestled away the saw, and turned, with another beep warning him to flee. He glanced back, the attacker gone once more. That was a mission for another day. Right now he had to get back.

     He had just made it out, and was a few blocks away, when he transformed. Ducking behind an alley, and looked towards his kwami. "Wow." He remarked. "That was a lot."

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The figure watched Bandog leave. The didn't know who he was at the time, or why he wanted a saw, or why he was beeping, but they didn't care. They quickly found the box, just as the police arrived, and fled away on their cycle. After a half hour of driving, she arrived at the spot. She was greeted by two people, also in biker helmets. They removed their masks. The taller one was a dark-skinned male, with a short afro-mohawk, and green eyes. The shorter was female, with plae skin, an asian complection, and brown eyes. She had medium-curly purple hair.

     "You got it, boss?"

     The figure removed their helmet. She had tan skin, grey eyes, and short curly hair, shaved on the sides. "I got it, Luna."