May 8, 2017-I stood there frozen. It was a horrible sight. Simba didn’t tear his eyes away from the monitor, and neither did I, we couldn’t.
“How did he…” I stammered, but the words wouldn’t connect.
“He’s out,” Simba whispered. “I can’t believe that they let him out.”
“Neither can I…not after all he’s done,” I said.
“Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that you two are afraid of this guy?” the dog who was manning the controls said with a smirk.
“It’s nothing to smirk at,” Simba said sternly as he looked at him with disdain, “You don’t know about Hugo.”
“Well, why doesn’t someone enlighten me then?” Dog said. I could see that he was becoming annoyed.
“We must deal with the breach first! There is no time to tell you right now, suit up!” “Sebastien put this on!” Simba said as he threw a bullet proof vest at me as well as a taser and helmet.
“Wait for a…”
“There is no time! PUT IT ON!” Simba shouted, and I did as he said, and so did Dog.
“We’ll have to confront him head on, be aware that he is armed and very dangerous,” Simba said.
“You two will go around the backyard, and I will swoop around the front. Hopefully, we can corner him before he knows what hit him!” Simba said as he pushed his taser into it’s older and tightened the chin strap on his helmet.
“It is time,” he said, and we stepped into the elevator.