This chapter is short, but it will have to do.
Chapter 7
Scrambling from table to table, Mervick was in one hell of a crisis. No pants, no gun (since he had to crawl on his hand-feet), and no good place to hide. The floor rumbled under the combined steps of the three behemoths. There wasn’t much Mervick could do but run. So, he ran. He ran like a bat out of Hell. The intense adrenaline and stench of the room made him throw up at least twice. The security team came up next to and behind Mervick, so as to flank him. When he was finally surrounded, he would have to take a stand somehow. It wasn’t going to end that easily. He had come too far to be caught like a Fuzzle in a trap. To his horror, a Big Bro picked him up by the end of his tail and held him, dangling in mid-air. He couldn't think of anything else to do, so he punched the Big Bro in the face tentacles. The giant recoiled, holding his tentacles, and dropping Mervick. Mervick fell to the floor with a thud, and was out like a light.
Mervick awoke to find himself hand-cuffed, and being dragged by his tail. They were headed for the brig. If the Big Bro’s grip wasn’t so strong, then maybe he could get away. Mervick saw the Baton on the BBS’s back, and got an idea.
“Hey, Big Boy! Turn around!”
“Huh? What the-”
W HACK! Mervick hit the BBS with his baton so hard, that he got a concussion. The Big Bro slumped over (his four-legged pants kept him from falling over).
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