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Morgan Bandicoot: Somber ch.13
Jim glared at the angry and sweaty jackal before him as he panted heavily and demanded more air and rest. The two had been throwing fists at each other madly in the alley behind the hospital, and no one else had caught on to their activities. Luke wiped a trickle of blood from his lower lip, watching the bandicoot pant over and over. "You had enough yet, James?"
Jim looked up at his enemy and almost immediately launched out at him, sending both men to the ground in a frenzy.
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"Come on, this way . . . ," Eric demanded, leading the young Morgan throughout the unsafe halls of the research facility. He had to get out of that place, and find that stupid elevator again! Kael was still motionless in his arms as Morgan would often look up to see how she was doing. There wasn't much time, though. The trio had to get out of that facility before someone noticed them or Monroe called his guards. Eric couldn't handle being caught. He had Kael in his arms, so he was unable to shoot his gun. Plus, if he had been captured, both kids would be back in the lab in no time.
Turning the corner sharply, he bumped into a lighter figure, holding his breath for a moment in order to hear the crying words 'intruder' or 'thief'. None of those words came, though. He examined the man before him in shock, and the man seemed to be doing the same. He had light brown fur and sloppy mahogany hair that touched his elbows. His curious green eyes shifted from Morgan to Kael, instantly recognizing them. "Monroe was experimenting on them . . . Where are you taking them?"
"Look, I am a cop . . . I just need to get these kids out of here . . Once they're away from here, you may take me, but you shall never touch them again . ."
The man stared at Eric for a second then realized what he was doing, "You'll need me to get out of here alive . . ."
"How can I trust you?"
"I never liked my job or my boss . . I work for Monroe . . Name's Weasel."
"Okay . . , Weasel . . Now how do I get out of here?"
Weasel turned around towards another hallway in order to lead the lost cop, "This way . ."
It didn't take long to find the elevator after that. Once in it, Weasel pushed the button for ground floor and the doors closed. Silence engulfed them at that time, watching and waiting on the numbers to lower on the elevator screen. Eric's heart raced, feeling like the elevator was taking a little over an hour to decend. With the ding of the bell, the doors finally parted, and they made their way out into the hall and over to the outside doors.
"Weasel? What are you doing?" a woman's voice alarmed them, stopping them in their tracks. Weasel quickly turned with a smug, little smirk, quickly thinking up of something to allow the cop and the kids out. "Why, Miss Brown . . . How's it going?"
"Everything's fine here, Weasel, but what's going on?"
"Oh, Doctor Monroe wanted me to escort this guy back to his vehicle . . . The kids, well, he was tired of experimenting on them, and he already got what he wanted out of them . ."
"Okay, if you say so, Weasel . . . If you're caught in a lie, though . . . It's not me that's going to be in trouble, and I suggest you know the consequences . . ?
"Yes, ma'am, I sure do. I'll be back in in a second once I finish my objective . ."
With a false smile, Weasel quickly opened the doors for Eric and Morgan and went out with them. When Eric had reached his car and gotten both kids inside, he turned back to Weasel, "Thank you for your help . . And sorry if I get you into trouble . ."
"Ahh . . It's okay . . .I'm sure the doctor will make up something else for me to do . . . And no problem. Just get the girl some help . . . She'll be alright."
"Thank you," Eric thanked again, getting into the driver's seat and starting up the car. Weasel let out a heavy sigh after the cop had left, knowing what punishment he had to face when he was caught . . . . .
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Throwing another fist into the bandicoot's face was enough to weaken Jim more than ever. Never before had he taken so many fists to the face, and it had made him numb and exhausted. Luke had the upperhand, sitting on top of him in order to keep him restrained and still. The fight had been a rough one, lasting only around six or seven minutes, but it was brutal. Both men had a few bloody scrapes on them while bruises were definitely clear all over. A blurred vision took over Jim's eyes, making it to where it was harder for him to see. The next thing he knew, he heard a car door slam and a man yelling out his name as Luke up and ran off. The fight was definitely over, but Jim couldn't place the man who was standing over him. He was just an orange and black blur to him.
"Jim? Are you alright? Is Ray still in her hospital room?" the voice questioned. That voice was so familiar, but Jim was already beginning to lose conscious . . . . .
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