Here, Gun || OffGun

Chapter 11

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Gun gulped as he hid under the exam table.

He knew he was screwed because the doctor was unconscious. There was no way he could hide the body now. The evil guard was going to tear him to pieces as soon as he found Gun.

The beagle and the rabbit sat in their cages, staring wide-eyed at Gun. The bunny looked like he was going to pass out. He kept shaking, but it could be the fact that the boy was not used to his new body.

The door opened, and Gun saw a pair of black boots enter. He began to tremble and hoped he wouldn't hit the table leg and give himself away. Gun wasn't sure why, but he wanted to take a nap.

Ugh.

This was not the time to give in to his feline ways. He had to beat Tul and save the other animals. A cat nap was out of the question right now. But what he wouldn't give for is a glass of milk.

Gun rolled his eyes.

Concentrate!

The boots moved from the doorway and approached where the medic lay face down on the floor. Gun held his breath. He was expecting a loud curse or threat, but none came.

"Which one of you is Gun?"

What...? Gun had no idea who the man was or how the newcomer knew his name. The guy was definitely not his scientist.

Off didn't have that depth in his voice. This only made Gun wonder if reinforcements had appeared.

What if this man was as bad as Tul?

He looked up at the beagle and placed a finger on his lips. The dog ... human looked defiant as he gave him a slight nod. The bunny was still shaking, his eyes flickering up to Gun.

That guy was going to give Gun's position right away if he didn't look elsewhere. Why didn't the damn bunny just go ahead and pass out? That would make things a hell of a lot easier and less dangerous.

"I'm here to help," said the stranger. "I need to know who Gun is."

Yeah, Gun wasn't going to fall for that.

The male cats in the neighborhood had pretended to be his friends but Gun soon found out that they were just pretending so they could take Off from him. There is no way he's going to trust this stranger.

"U-you can torture me," the rabbit started to say, "B- but I never... and - I never..." The bunny covered his eyes with his arm and then screamed as if he was being hit.

"Okay, he's under the table!"

Gun rolled his eyes. He would have to remember not to commit a crime with Sing.

The man doubled up like a cheap table. Moving quickly, Gun climbed out from under the table and looked around, seeing a syringe. He picked it up and pointed it at the stranger.

Good sir. The guy was huge! Maybe he would need two syringes. Placing the laptop bag carefully on the floor, Gun grabbed a scalpel from the counter and waved his hand back and forth in front of him.

"I'm not afraid to use this. I'm a highly trained assassin and I'm going to carve your heart out and feed it to you."