“DO NOT TOUCH MY DOG!” GANGSTERS BIKER BULLIED A QUIET MAN AND HIS GERMAN SHEPHERD IN A BUS, BUT UNAWARE THAT THEY WAS…

“Where exactly the hell are we going to walk to Grandpa?”

Ricky smiled a highly crooked and drug rotted smile. He began cleaning his dirty fingernails with the absolute tip of the deadly blade.

“This bus is completely full,” Tank lied aggressively. He cracked his massive knuckles loudly. “I strongly think the dirty dog needs to go inside the dark luggage compartment underneath.”

“Or maybe we just playfully toss him right out the window,” Vince laughed wildly. “How incredibly fast are we going right now? Sixty miles per hour? Seventy? The stupid mutt might bounce a few fun times on the pavement.”

The low rumble vibrating inside Max escalated quickly into a very sharp and vibrating growl. The massive dog shifted his heavy weight. His thick muscles tensed intensely under his dark coat. He was preparing to violently launch.

“Stay perfectly still Max,” I commanded him very sharply.

The highly trained dog instantly froze in place. Though his sharp teeth remained completely bared in a terrifying display of pure white ivory.

“Oh look at that boys he trained the stupid mutt to listen,” Vince laughed loudly. Vince kicked his steel toed boot very hard against the metal frame of my seat.

“Listen to me very closely old man,” Vince threatened leaning his face close to mine. “You are going to take this dirty mutt and you are going to tie him up inside the tiny bathroom. Then you are going to completely empty your deep pockets. And then we are going to violently collect a nice little toll from every single other person riding on this bus. How exactly does that sound to you?”

“It sounds exactly like a fatal mistake,” I said very softly.

I finally lifted my tired head. I locked my eyes completely with Vince.

For a tiny fraction of a single second Vince felt a very cold terrifying chill run directly down his spine. The eyes looking back at him were absolutely not the fearful or panicked eyes of the weak victims he was highly used to terrorizing. My eyes were dead calm and terrifyingly cold. They were the exact eyes of an apex predator patiently calculating the exact amount of physical force required to violently snap the neck of a man.

But the massive ego of Vince completely overrode his basic survival instincts. His arrogance was heavily fueled by the illegal drugs running through his system and the aggressive presence of his two violent crew members.

“A fatal mistake?” Vince spat angrily.

He violently pulled a snub nosed thirty eight caliber revolver directly from his waistband. He pointed the deadly gun directly at my chest.

“The only absolute mistake here is you running your stupid mouth at me,” Vince growled fiercely.

“Now move the dirty dog right now or I shoot him right here on the floor and make you clean up the bloody mess.”

The sudden introduction of the loaded firearm changed the complex mathematics of the entire situation instantly.

In my highly trained mind the entire world slowed down to an absolute crawl. I heard the panicked desperate gasp of the young mother sitting just a few rows up. I heard the steady loud hum of the bus tires gripping the wet asphalt. I perfectly calculated the exact distance between the dark barrel of the revolver and my chest. It was exactly thirty six inches.

The trigger finger of Vince was resting dangerously on the trigger but his grip was incredibly sloppy. His elbow flared out widely in a complete amateur stance.

Ricky was standing exactly two feet to my left. He was holding the sharp switchblade tightly in a reverse grip but his physical weight was shifted entirely onto his back foot.

Tank was aggressively crowding the narrow aisle to my right. He was heavily relying on his sheer massive size rather than any actual tactical balance.

Three deadly hostiles. A highly confined physical space. Multiple innocent civilian casualties completely in the line of fire.

I completely knew that if I moved aggressively right now there was a forty percent chance Vince would pull the heavy trigger out of pure terrified reflex before I could successfully control the weapon system. The stray bullet could easily pass right through me and strike the innocent mother or her crying child sleeping just a few rows away.

I absolutely needed them physically isolated. I desperately needed to immediately change the tight battleground.

“All right,” I said my voice intentionally trembling slightly.

I deliberately injected deep fake fear directly into my tone. I played the pathetic part of the terrified civilian absolutely perfectly. I raised my empty hands slowly with my palms entirely open at shoulder height.

“All right man please just take it incredibly easy,” I begged softly acting terrified. “Please just take absolutely whatever you want. I absolutely do not want any violent trouble tonight.”

Vince smirked widely. His fragile ego instantly inflated as he falsely believed he saw the older man completely break under the pressure.

“That is exactly what I thought you pathetic Grandpa,” Vince laughed mockingly. “Hand over the leather wallet right now.”

Vince turned his attention away from me for one second to bark orders at his friends.

“Ricky go start aggressively collecting the cash from the rest of the weak sheep on this bus,” Vince ordered.

“Tank go up to the front and explicitly tell the old driver to take the very next exit off the main highway. We are going for a very fun little joyride deep into the dark industrial park.”

The massive bus violently swerved sideways. Bob the driver was absolutely terrified with a heavy gun pressed directly to the back of his old head by Tank. Bob forcefully steered the heavy vehicle off the interstate and directly onto a pitch black and unpaved service road.

The bus bounced and shuddered violently over deep dark potholes. It threw absolutely everyone completely off balance.

Ricky moved quickly up the narrow aisle. He aggressively held his sharp switchblade directly to the throat of the young college kid. He violently snatched his wallet and his heavy backpack. Ricky then moved maliciously to the elderly couple sitting near the front. He violently ripped a beautiful gold chain right off the neck of the crying older woman.

I slowly reached carefully into my back pocket. I pulled out my very worn leather wallet and handed it meekly to Vince.

Vince aggressively snatched it from my hand. He flipped it open quickly. He angrily pocketed the forty dollars inside and threw my empty wallet onto the dirty floor in pure disgust.

“Forty stupid bucks?” Vince sneered in my face. “That is absolutely it? You are completely pathetic.”

“Please,” Emily begged loudly from the middle of the bus as Ricky rapidly approached her. “Please I only have twenty dollars to my name. Just please take it all. Do not hurt my precious baby.”

“Shut your mouth lady!” Ricky snapped violently. He aggressively grabbed her purse and dumped all the contents violently onto the floor.

Lily the little girl started screaming immediately. It was a piercing and absolutely terrified sound that completely cut through the loud noise of the roaring engine.

That specific sound of the innocent child crying triggered something incredibly deep inside Max.

The highly trained canine had been beautifully taught to forcefully protect the innocent. He could easily distinguish between friendly and incredibly hostile. He could distinctly smell the massive adrenaline. He could smell the intense fear of the innocent passengers. And he could smell the highly aggressive pheromones of the violent attackers.

Max let out a completely thunderous and concussive bark. He violently lunged forward hitting the very end of his short leather leash.

Vince jumped backward completely startled. He dropped his gun hand slightly in panic.

Enraged by the sudden surprise Vince lashed out violently. He swung his heavy steel toed boot backward and delivered a viciously sickening kick directly to the ribs of Max.

A very sharp terrible yelp escaped the throat of my dog as the heavy boot connected with a wet brutal thud. Max was violently thrown against the metal base of the seats. He scrambled desperately on the rubber floor to regain his footing.

The entire bus seemed to completely hold its collective breath. The loud crying of the child instantly stopped. The howling of the violent wind outside completely faded away.

For me the entire world went completely and terrifyingly silent.

The invisible mental chain that I had tightly wrapped around my own soul completely snapped in half. It was the strict chain that kept the violent operator safely locked away. It was the chain that allowed me to just be a quiet peaceful civilian.

I absolutely did not see three simple street thugs anymore.

I clearly saw enemy combatants who had just completely initiated a deadly force engagement and violently assaulted a veteran canine operator. The normal rules of engagement had officially changed. Peaceful de escalation was completely over. Extreme violence of action was now fully authorized.

“You absolutely should not have done that,” I whispered.

It was absolutely not a threat. It was a simple statement of tragic unavoidable fact.

“Yeah?” Vince laughed wildly aggressively raising the deadly revolver again. “What exactly are you going to do about it you stupid old man?”

But I was absolutely no longer sitting down.

In a physical movement so incredibly fast and completely fluid it looked exactly like a dark blur I exploded violently from the seat.

I absolutely did not reach directly for the gun itself. I strategically attacked the weapon system itself.

My left hand shot forward with explosive speed. The web of my thumb violently struck the metal cylinder of the revolver. I locked it completely in place so the mechanical hammer absolutely could not strike the firing pin.

Simultaneously I stepped deeply inside the physical guard of Vince. I aggressively drove my right forearm exactly like a steel battering ram directly into his throat.

The sickening loud crunch of his cartilage completely echoed over the loud engine noise. The eyes of Vince bulged violently from his skull. His mouth dropped wide open in a completely silent scream as his airway completely collapsed.

Before his brain could even begin to register the catastrophic physical trauma to his neck I violently twisted the locked revolver completely out of his weakened grip. I had successfully disarmed him entirely in less than a single second.

With Vince gagging violently and collapsing heavily to his knees I fluidly spun on my heel to completely face Ricky.

Ricky was rushing aggressively down the narrow aisle with his sharp switchblade raised high.

“Hey!” Ricky screamed wildly aggressively thrusting the deadly blade directly toward my chest.

I absolutely did not step back. I stepped aggressively in.

I rapidly parried the knife hand away safely with my left arm. I tightly trapped the wrist of Ricky and flawlessly executed a brutal joint lock. With a very sharp and highly violent twist I completely snapped his wrist. The loud crack of his bone sounded exactly like a thick dry branch breaking violently in a quiet forest.

As the switchblade clattered uselessly to the floor I aggressively drove a devastating knee strike squarely into the sternum of Ricky. I cracked three of his ribs and launched the wiry thug violently backward over a row of seats. He landed heavily in a completely crumpled and loudly groaning heap.

Two highly dangerous threats completely down. Exactly four seconds had passed.

At the very front of the massive bus the giant Tank finally realized something had gone horribly wrong. He dropped the terrified driver and turned around quickly. His eyes widened incredibly as he saw Vince choking violently on the floor and Ricky folded entirely over a passenger seat.

With a massive roar of pure rage the three hundred pound enforcer began charging aggressively down the narrow aisle. He violently shook the floorboards with every single heavy footstep. He was fully intent on tearing me entirely apart bare handed.

I stood perfectly in the absolute center of the aisle. I was perfectly balanced. My face was a complete mask of cold and terrifying focus. I quickly clicked the safety completely off the captured revolver. I let the heavy weapon hang very loosely by my thigh.

But before I could even raise the weapon Max gave a very low and highly rumbling growl.

My brave German Shepherd had fully recovered from the vicious kick. He looked up intensely at me. His amber eyes were desperately begging for the official command.

I looked at the massive thug charging violently toward us. Then I looked down happily at my faithful partner. A very tiny grim smile deeply touched the corners of my mouth.

“Max!” I commanded my voice loudly ringing out with absolute military authority. “Bite!”

The attack command left my lips exactly like a cracked leather whip.

At the specific word Max completely transformed from a resting pet into a ninety pound guided biological missile. The massive German Shepherd launched himself violently off the rubber floorboards. His highly powerful hind legs propelled him entirely forward with explosive terrifying force.

He absolutely did not jump low at the legs of Tank. He aimed incredibly high exactly as he had been beautifully trained to do when aggressively subduing hostile insurgents in active combat zones.

Max struck the three hundred pound enforcer perfectly square in the broad chest. His powerful jaws snapped violently shut in a textbook full mouth bite entirely around the thick right forearm of Tank.

The sheer kinetic physical impact of the massive dog hitting him at a full aggressive sprint halted the charge of Tank instantly.

Tank let out a very high pitched and completely panicked scream that sounded entirely unnatural coming from a man of his incredible massive size.

“Get him off me!” Tank bellowed thrashing wildly. “Get this crazy mutt entirely off me!”

He frantically tried to swing his left fist to brutally bludgeon the dog but the massive momentum of Max had already thrown the giant completely off balance.

I absolutely did not stand back and casually watch.

I moved aggressively with the dog utilizing the amazing canine attack as the absolute ultimate distraction. As Tank stumbled backward heavily flailing wildly under the massive weight of Max I closed the distance quickly in two precise perfect strides.

I easily bypassed his wildly swinging left arm. I stepped deeply into his wide stance and aggressively delivered a absolutely devastating palm heel strike directly to the side of his left knee.

The highly sickening loud pop of his knee tearing completely was incredibly audible even over his terrible screaming.

The massive leg of Tank buckled entirely. As the giant violently began to fall I aggressively secured his heavy collar. I beautifully used his own massive body weight to forcefully direct his violent fall. I slammed him entirely face first directly into the unforgiving metal edge of a sturdy passenger seat.

Tank hit the dirty floor exactly like a massive felled oak tree and absolutely did not move another inch.

“Release Max!” I commanded very sharply.

The highly obedient German Shepherd immediately released his iron intense grip on the bleeding arm of Tank. He proudly returned completely to my side. The dog sat nicely. His massive chest was heaving. His sharp amber eyes were aggressively scanning the narrow aisle for the very next possible threat. A low protective rumble of warning was still vibrating deeply in his throat.

The entire violent engagement from the exact moment Vince brutally kicked Max to the specific moment Tank hit the floor had taken exactly twelve total seconds.

Up at the front of the cabin Bob the completely terrified bus driver slammed both of his feet aggressively onto the heavy brake pedal.

The massive bus locked its huge tires completely. It skidded very violently directly on the dirt shoulder of the desolate dark service road. A massive cloud of dirty dust billowed heavily up entirely around the windows as the bus violently shuddered to a complete halt.

Inside the cabin the absolute silence that followed was incredibly deafening. It was broken only by the ragged wheezing desperate gasps of Vince terribly trying to pull fresh air through his crushed windpipe. And the low shocked sobs of the innocent passengers who completely could not comprehend the absolute brutal destruction they had just actively witnessed.

I kept the captured revolver pointed safely at the floor. My fingers were strictly completely off the sensitive trigger. My resting heart rate was already actively beginning to quickly decelerate completely back to its calm baseline.

I scanned my immediate surroundings carefully. My trained eyes moved highly methodically. All threats completely neutralized. All hostages incredibly secure. All physical exit points fully clear.

“Is everyone completely okay?” my voice was incredibly calm. It was a stark shocking contrast to the extreme violence that had just massively erupted. “Did anyone accidentally get cut? Is anyone currently bleeding?”

Emily peered bravely over the absolute top of her seat. She was clutching her small daughter incredibly tightly to her chest. She looked directly at me. Her eyes were incredibly wide with a massive mixture of profound deep terror and absolute pure awe.

“We are completely okay,” Emily stammered softly.

“You absolutely saved us all.”

The college kid still trembling violently peeked out carefully from the aisle. The elderly man was lovingly comforting his crying wife. Everyone was incredibly shaken but remarkably completely physically unharmed.

“Bob,” I called out loudly to the driver.

“Please call emergency services immediately. Tell them we proudly have an armed hijacking attempt successfully foiled on a transit bus. Tell them to send the Chicago Police Department and multiple paramedics immediately. We have multiple incredibly severe injuries.”

Bob fumbled frantically for the radio. His hands were shaking so incredibly violently he could barely successfully press the transmit button.

“Dispatch,” Bob yelled. “This is bus four four zero two. We desperately need police right now. We need an ambulance fast. We are parked on the dark dirt road right off the main industrial exit.”

I completely turned my full attention entirely back to the three groaning men on the floor. I absolutely needed them securely restrained.

I quickly reached deeply into my heavy jacket and pulled out a handful of heavy duty industrial plastic ties I absolutely always carried faithfully in my kit.

I knelt quickly beside the gargantuan Tank first. I swiftly completely bound his thumbs tightly behind his massive back. I then moved aggressively to Vince who was rapidly turning a very pale terrible shade of blue while desperately clutching his damaged throat.

I rolled him roughly over and securely tied his wrists firmly. Then I carefully positioned him exactly in the safe recovery posture so he absolutely would not accidentally choke on his own bloody saliva.

Finally I moved forcefully to Ricky. The wiry thug was still folded heavily in the seating area completely groaning loudly. His broken right wrist was mangled and actively swelling very rapidly.

But as I leaned deeply in with the plastic ties a very sudden and incredibly sharp twist of tactical intuition violently flared inside my mind. It was the specific sixth sense highly developed over a dozen extremely dangerous deployments.

The left hand of Ricky was completely out of my sight. It was safely tucked directly beneath his bleeding body.

He is entirely too quiet.

I violently threw myself rapidly backward exactly as Ricky wildly rolled over.

A small deadly silver pistol was grasped tightly in his sweaty left hand.

“Die you crazy old man!” Ricky screamed wildly aggressively pulling the trigger rapidly.

The loud crack of the small pistol was incredibly deafening inside the highly confined space of the bus. The bullet completely shattered the window just a few tiny inches directly from my head. It rained shiny tempered safety glass heavily down onto the nearby empty seats.

Complete muscle memory magically took entirely over. I absolutely did not flinch.

From a deeply crouched tactical position I rapidly raised the heavy revolver. I perfectly aligned the iron sights directly on the left shoulder of Ricky and I squeezed the trigger smoothly.

Bang.

The heavy round violently tore entirely through the collarbone of Ricky. It completely shattered the bone and spun him completely entirely around. The small pistol flew wildly from his hand skittering completely uselessly down the long aisle.

Ricky collapsed entirely screaming in absolute sheer agony. His very brief moment of stupid defiance was instantly permanently extinguished.

The innocent passengers shrieked loudly completely ducking rapidly back down.

“Clear!” I yelled strongly my calm voice cutting cleanly through the deep panic. “The final threat is completely down. Stay perfectly safely inside your seats.”

I quickly moved aggressively forward. I forcefully kicked the small pistol entirely out of reach. I securely and tightly tied the remaining functional limbs of Ricky completely. I quickly checked his bleeding shoulder wound. It was a very clean through and through shot. It was incredibly painful but entirely missing the major critical arteries. He absolutely would not bleed out before the trained paramedics finally arrived.

I stood up incredibly slowly. The massive adrenaline was finally actively beginning to slowly ebb leaving a very deep familiar dull ache directly in my old bones.

I walked calmly back to my seat entirely in the rear. I carefully placed the heavy revolver gently on the empty seat safely next to me. I sat down very heavily. I leaned my tired head back gently against the cold window glass.

Max trotted happily over completely ignoring the violently groaning men on the floor. He sat perfectly squarely completely in front of me. The sweet dog nudged his wet nose lovingly against my calloused hand.

I let out a very long slow deep breath. I began to gently stroke the soft ears of my dog.

“Incredibly good boy Max,” I whispered proudly. “You perfectly held the line today buddy. Very good boy.”

It took exactly twenty long minutes for the complete silence to be aggressively broken entirely by the loud wailing of multiple approaching sirens.

The flashing red and blue bright strobes of the Chicago Police Department painted the dark area outside completely in chaotic bright neon colors.

Four heavily armed tactical officers aggressively led by Sergeant Harris rapidly approached the bus. They explicitly had their service weapons entirely drawn completely unsure of the exact bloody chaos they were blindly walking into. The original dispatcher report had been incredibly frantic. Armed violent hijacking, multiple shots actively fired, multiple heavy casualties.

“Chicago Police Department nobody move an inch!”

Sergeant Harris barked loudly as he aggressively stepped onto the bus. His bright tactical flashlight cleanly cut entirely through the dim smoky interior.

“Keep your hands perfectly exactly where we can clearly see them!”

What Sergeant Harris explicitly saw made him pause entirely in complete shock.

The innocent passengers were seated completely calmly with their hands raised. But they were absolutely not looking at the arriving cops with any fear. They were looking highly respectfully directly toward the very back of the bus.

Littering the narrow aisle were three completely destroyed men. Sergeant Harris aggressively recognized them instantly. They were a violent trio of dangerous criminals who had been actively plaguing the local area for many terrible months.

Vince was completely in the safe recovery position wheezing incredibly terribly through a totally crushed trachea. The massive leg of Tank was violently bent at a completely horrifying ugly angle. And Ricky was bleeding profusely over a completely shattered collarbone. They explicitly looked exactly as though they had been violently put completely through a massive industrial meat grinder.

And directly in the very back perfectly sitting incredibly quietly with his steady hands resting calmly perfectly on the seat exactly in front of him was a simple tired man wearing a faded work jacket.

Exactly at his feet sat a massive beautiful German Shepherd. A heavy revolver and a small silver pistol were placed completely neatly securely on the empty seat directly across the aisle completely entirely out of reach.

“Officers,” I said incredibly clearly my voice remaining level and entirely completely devoid of any violent threat. “All deadly weapons are completely secured perfectly on the seat to my left. I am entirely completely unarmed. The violent hostiles are fully secured with ties and actively require immediate medical evacuation.”

Sergeant Harris aggressively kept his service weapon firmly trained directly on me though his highly experienced instincts were already screaming loudly that this quiet man was absolutely not the terrible bad guy tonight.

“Do not move a muscle,” Sergeant Harris commanded. “Who exactly are you?”

“My name is David,” I answered calmly. “I was an innocent passenger tonight. These three men violently attempted an armed robbery and aggressively threatened the innocent lives of the good people riding on this bus. I simply intervened.”

A younger officer moved incredibly cautiously completely down the aisle. He aggressively kicked the weapons much further away before systematically thoroughly checking the groaning gang members.

“Sergeant he is telling the absolute total truth,” the young officer called out in total awe. “These are the exact violent guys directly from the active local warrants list and they are completely violently dismantled.”

Sergeant Harris incredibly slowly lowered his heavy weapon completely though he carefully kept his strong hand resting on the grip. Fast paramedics swarmed eagerly onto the bus entirely behind them immediately actively getting to hard work on the groaning thugs.

“I am absolutely going to strictly need your formal ID David,” Sergeant Harris said actively stepping much closer. He eyed the massive German Shepherd incredibly warily.

“He is incredibly highly friendly to all law enforcement,” I assured the sergeant quietly.

I incredibly slowly reached cleanly into my breast pocket utilizing exactly only my thumb and index finger perfectly. I pulled out a small black leather wallet. I happily handed over my Illinois driver license completely along with a very heavy reinforced official identification card.

Sergeant Harris brightly shined his tactical flashlight directly on the IDs. The very first was a standard license. The second was a highly secure Department of Defense retired military ID. Right underneath the official photo the bold pay grade proudly read E9 Master Chief Petty Officer. Exactly in the bottom corner a very specific and highly restricted tactical insignia caught the eye of the sergeant.

Sergeant Harris looked completely from the special card directly to the battered quiet man and then entirely back to the absolute complete carnage heavily on the floor of the bus.

The complicated math suddenly computed completely perfectly for him.

“Officer,” Sergeant Harris proudly called out to his partner. His official tone shifting instantly from incredibly authoritative to intensely deeply respectful. “Carefully run the license of this gentleman but absolutely do not be entirely surprised when the dispatcher explicitly tells you the file is incredibly highly restricted.”

Sergeant Harris respectfully handed the important cards cleanly back to me.

“Master Chief I absolutely do not know exactly what you are doing quietly riding a transit bus completely through Chicago at two in the morning,” Sergeant Harris smiled warmly. “But I actively think I proudly speak for everyone entirely in this city when I strongly say thank you. We have been actively desperately trying to proudly nail this crew for a long year. You completely did it in exactly what? A single minute?”

The brave college kid piped up loudly from a few rows directly ahead. His eyes were still incredibly wide with total awe.

“I was actively perfectly counting in my head exactly,” the kid yelled proudly. “It was exactly twelve short seconds.”

I just offered a very tired incredibly polite nod.

“They violently kicked my good dog Sergeant,” I said simply. “And they terribly threatened a sweet innocent child. I really just desperately wanted a perfectly quiet ride home tonight.”

Over the next two extremely long hours the bus was entirely perfectly processed as an active crime scene. The crying gang members were loaded aggressively onto stretchers and hauled completely off to the nearest trauma center destined completely to wake up heavily handcuffed to hospital beds facing many terrible decades entirely in federal prison.

The incredibly grateful passengers were heavily interviewed fully by the deputies. Every single enthusiastic statement completely totally corroborated my heroic actions. They brightly painted a perfect picture of absolute unprovoked brutal aggression completely from the gang and surgical heroic absolute restraint entirely from the quiet old man in the very back.

As the bright sun began to beautifully peek perfectly over the jagged edge of the massive city skyline proudly painting the beautiful sky in bruised sweet shades of bright purple and deep orange a massive replacement bus happily arrived to safely take the passengers the remaining rest of the way to their final destinations.

Right before eagerly boarding Emily walked happily directly up to me. She was holding the tiny hand of Lily. She absolutely did not say a single word exactly at first. She simply wrapped her warm arms completely around my broad shoulders and hugged me incredibly tight.

“Thank you so incredibly much,” Emily whispered beautifully her sweet voice trembling heavily with pure raw emotion. “You beautifully heroically gave us our lives completely back tonight.”

I stiffened completely for a tiny moment entirely unaccustomed to the sudden warm beautiful affection. But incredibly slowly I brought a heavy hand proudly up and patted her back slightly awkwardly.

“Just always carefully watch out entirely for yourselves maam,” I smiled genuinely.

“You are completely beautifully safe now.”

Lily reached bravely down and happily patted Max entirely on his thick beautiful neck. Max leaned happily into the sweet touch of the child. His happy tail wagging fully in a very slow rhythmic joyful thump entirely against the dirt. The ferocious terrifying deadly predator from exactly an hour ago was entirely completely gone. He was replaced entirely by a beautiful gentle completely protective sweet companion.

Max and I boarded the bright new bus walking proudly past the intensely respectful deep nods of the proud deputies and the incredibly grateful warm smiles of the innocent passengers.

We took our quiet seats completely in the very back row again.

As the loud air brakes hissed happily and the massive bus pulled cleanly safely back onto the busy interstate heading beautifully directly toward our quiet peaceful cabin I proudly reached down and cleanly unclipped the leash of Max.

I rested my heavy hand perfectly completely on the wonderful head of my dog happily watching the beautiful city proudly fly safely by entirely in the early bright morning light.

The violent operator was securely safely locked entirely away once completely more.

For now we were absolutely just a beautifully quiet tired man and his incredibly amazing perfect dog finally happily heading peacefully safely completely home.