A Stitch In Time: Chapter One
The vixen’s eyes shifted as she looked behind her. Doing her best to determine the distance of her pursuant, she noticed that Brutus and Nick were not too far behind.
“This way!” her lab partner screamed. The vixen took a deep breath as she refocused her gaze, taking her turn around the corner.
“Are you sure about this? I don’t know but it looks to me that this path dead ends” she stated.
“Sarah, you worry too much” her partner smiled at the vixen. Sarah could only force a smile, grinning back at the otter. It only took a few more steps to confirm Sarah’s worst fear.
“Damn it Jacob, what did I tell you?”
“Hey, my memory’s a bit rusty”
“That brain of yours can do a thousand calculations in an instant, decode the Einsteen-Rosenbug equation and you tell me that your brain is rusty?” Sarah’s ears were folded back, her eyes glaring. The two just stood there in silence as a brick wall stood in front of them and behind them was certain death.
“Have you ever thought about giving them the It—“Sarah began.
“No! Are you crazy? Do you know what one could potentially accomplish if S.T.I.T.C.H fell into the wrong hands?”
“Yeah, potentially?” Sarah responded as they both heard the sound of footsteps, quickly fading into silence behind them. Sarah and Jacob both turned around. A large wolf and a medium size husky were standing just a few feet away from them. The husky didn’t waste any time as he reached into his coat, pulling out his magnum. Then without hesitation he pointed it directly at the vixen. Sarah was making a feeble attempt at taking a martial arts stance, hoping that they would buy into the bluff. Jacob’s hands went instantly behind his back.
“You and I both know, Sarah, that you’re not fooling anyone” The wolf said.
“Bring it on Brutus, you damn dirt bag! I’ve never been afraid of you” Sarah yelled accompanied by a slight snarl.
“Tough talk for someone who’s about to die” the husky responded.
“You should be Sarah, don't make me do something I don't want to do”
“She's not going to listen to you” A voice yelled from behind the two canines. Sarah and Jacob’s tails both went limp. Emerging was a ferret only four and half feet tall and dressed in a black Armani suit, a stiff fedora hat, and a pair of Gucci shoes.
“Dr. Cowl, took you long enough” Dr. Jacobs yelled, his eyes now met the ferret’s gaze.
“Well Jacob my dear otter you know how I am, always fashionably late, don’t you think?” Dr. Cowl responded, as he curiously glared at Brutus. Responding the wolf reached into his suit and pulled out his forty-five.
“So, what sick and twisted organization is funding you? The mob, terrorists, maybe the government?” Jacob asked. The ferret smiled as he took a few steps closer.
“You think you have all the answers, Dr. Jacob Nine, but you would be surprise to find out how wrong you are. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you what I plan on doing with you’re….” The ferret paused and cleared his throat.
“Correction, my device, seeing that you’re going to die, but this, unfortunately, is not some stupid comic book and I don’t plan on making any mistakes”
The ferret just nodded at the wolf, who then proceeded to ease the gun into position, pointing it directly at the otter. Jacob reacted quickly; pulling out a short electronic device. The ferret’s eyes widened as the husky reacted. Dr Nine activated the device. Sarah could only see a big flash of light as the sound of gunfire echoed in her ears and then it all went black.
Sarah’s eyes blinked open, as a sharp pain overwhelmed her forehead. The vixen moved her head as she tried to focus on the world around her. The crackle of a fire and nice aroma of some sort of meat soup soon greeted her. The fire gave off a comforting warmth, considering that she could feel the cold breeze pressed up against her back. Glancing around her she could see the outline of a plateau and the familiar figure of a cactus.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore” The vixen said to herself.
“Nope, your in Garsden pass, about an hour away from any city. Where it gets so hot the fleas won't feel like much to hang around you and the night are so cold they come running back” A Coyote said appearing out of nowhere in front of the fire. Then with a huge smile he reach down, uncovering the top of a kettle currently sitting over the flames. Sarah's stomach growled.
“Well, glad t’see you alright mam” The coyote responded. Now he didn't have the hat, but he had the tight denim pants, the large leather boots with spurs and an unmistakable cowboy hat! Her heart then felt like it skipped a beat.
“And where’s Doctor Nine?”
“Doctor?” The coyote responded.
“Yes the man that was with me, he’s an otter and –“
“ –Whao, Now hold your horses there mam, but y’ asking too many question.” The coyote then stood up and held his hand out. “Now mam, you were the only one I found, you and uh…” With a turn the coyote reached behind him and grabbed a small burlap bag and then tossed it over to Sarah. “this was lie’n nex to ya”
Sarah winced as he herd the familiar clattering of metal upon metal. The vixen reached down and grabbed the burlap sac. Tearing the bag open, she found the silver rectangle object, slightly damage. Irritated she began to examine the item; the coyote watched her but ultimately continued preparing the soup.
“Excuse me mam?”
“The device isn’t completely hopeless and your tossing it on the ground didn’t do any permanent damage.”
“Well just to let you know, that was the way I found it...” The coyote paused. “May I ask a question Mam?” Sarah just looked up, eye briefly meeting. “Why are you dressed like that out in the middle of the dessert?”
The vixen quickly looked over herself, noticing that she was wearing a sequenced leather jacket, a black t-shirt, white denim jeans, and high heeled shoes. She could only assume that her attire didn't seem to fit the region she was in.
“Well lets just say that where I came from, I was more appropriately dressed” Sarah finished as the realization hit her.
“Eureka! The Einsteen-Rosenburg Bridge! Dr Nine must of activated the device before Cowl and his thugs started shooting us. If that’s true, I’m either in some alternate reality or this is some weird version of heaven. Though if that is the case then where’s Dr. Nine?” Sarah stated loudly. The Coyote could only give her a curious look. The vixen smiled. “Just forget I said that”
Bzzt! A cloud of dust and dirt was now in the air a few feet from them.
“Damn it, they found me!” The coyote yelled as he got up.
“What…Who…found who?” The vixen responded confused. Off in the distance she could see the faint shadow of three dust trails. She then looked over at the coyote who was rummaging around in bigger sac and pulled out what looked to be a small gun, but it had an unusual design and barrel was fatter and bulbous at the end.
“I’m sorry to be ask’n this of ya mam, but your gonna need this” The coyote said as extended out the contraption to her. The vixen looked at it curiously. “It’s a Smith and Wesson, 95 centigrade laser pistol”
“What?!” The Vixen just stared at the canine.
“Heh, well I guess there’s no hiding it now. I’m wanted by the law. But I know a way we can high tail it out a here, if you can help me create a distraction”