Escape Exp#5
His first mistake was the smile. It spread wider across his face with every step, his legs crossing one another in an almost elegant fashion as he glided across the floor. The stick he was wielding passing from hand to hand, he turned his head left, then right, took a step forward and laughed. That did it. All the months of persecution, insecurity, and pain flashed through Canine Unit 316’s mind at once, and he reacted like a rabid dog, instinctive and feral. Quick as a snake strike, he rushed forward and slammed his full body weight into the red coat’s gut. Before the grunt escaped the man’s lungs, the dog was on him again, sinking his canines into the red coat’s ankle and dragging him to the floor. The red coat struggled, twisting, kicking. He clawed at the floor, desperately seeking something to hold on to. Realizing the futility of his efforts, he turned and swung the baton at the dog’s head. 316 merely seized the weapon, an...