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Arrow was awakened by the noise.He groaned as his muscles pulled him into a standing position and he raced outside he froze when he saw the men and the other dogs.His loyalty to Hanna battled ith the fact that he was a complete and utter cowared.He took a tenative step forwards with a tiny growl.His head lowered when he saw Bolt "Who did this ?" he growled"whoever it was I'll rip there throats out" he paced forwards and stopped,he eyed the mans crowbar warily "Who did this?" he repeated.

Tobias stood and looked around,he hid a smile when he saw theron who he didnt particulary like and growleD.He stepped towards the man and then sank his teeth in to th mans arm before dodgoing the crowbar which grazed his back.He leapt backwards and panted.

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The man with the crowbar, along with his companions, had managed to crowd into a hall closet nearest Hannah's room. It was dark and dusty inside, so they tried their best not to cough or sneeze. There was also a lot of cleaning supplies they had to lean against, which could move and create a lot of noise and uncover their hidding spot. They watched the narrow space underneath teh door as the dogs were sniffing about, trying to locate a scent to find them, but with the disturbance of so much dust would make it difficult or challenging to find a decent trail.

Blood stained the crowbar from the few dogs it made contact with, and a few drops managed to drip onto the carpet inside the closet. The man who had been bitten twice now clutched his wounder arm with his other hand, muttering under his breath.

"D**n dogs. They should all be shot 'n the head."

The group leader swung his head towards him threateningly with a sneer in his face.

"Shut your bloody mouth, bonehead! Or else you'll give away our position!" He whispered in an angry tone that strained his speech. His voice was deep and very masculine.

The wounded man grunted in response before lifint his hand to see the wound. It was bleeding prety bad, and he suddenly felt nautious just looking at it. He quickly placed his hand over the wound, not without wincing in pain, before making himself more comfortable in his position against the vacum cleaner. The group leader made sure everyone was quiet before reaching inside his jacket pocket for a walky-talky, in which he spoke into in a very low tone.

"The girl's bedroom is locked and the dogs are loose inside and out. Make sure you're quiet breakin' into that window."

There was a crackling noise before another man's voice could be heard.

"Affirmitive."

Back outside, Bolt was still laying motionless upon the earth. He was still breathing, which mean he wasn't in any danger of dying. He'd be disgraced if he died with just a single hit on the head by a crowbar. Although he was fully unconcious, his ears were able to catch the faint voices of the ranch dogs and the sounds of battle. Many yelps and growls had been heard, but it quickly faded when they all ran back inside after the group of men. At first he was alone, but out of the blue there were at least two dogs whom had come to his aid and stayed even after the men had barged into the house. A few dramatic minutes have passed since the men have entered the closet and Bolt was slowly gaining conciousness. His bright blue eyes gradually opened partially to see a young mutt and a tawny female before him.

"Who did this ? Whoever it was I'll rip there throats out. Who did this?"

Unable to respond, and unwilling to, Bolt growled, his head pulsing where the crowbar had struck him. He rose his head steadily to see the damage, but all he could manage to see was a small puddle of blood where his head had been. The wound was still bleeding, but not as bad as it was. Once he figured he'd be okay, as he tried to get up, Bolt found out that his front right leg had been bitten. The white canine growled in frustration as to why anyone would be so foolish to attack someone who is only doing his job. Bolt was completely oblivious to why he had been bitten and to what reason, but it wasn't entirely his fault. He didn't know the ranch dogs' lives would change with his arrival, nor did he feel any sympathy due to his harsh life in the war zone.

Dismissing his wounds, Bolt rose to his feet before looking at the female dog whom looked just as bad as he did. He stared hard at her wounds, and in that moment an image of Felicity stood where Nicole was. His eyes widened and his stare weakened just a bit, before he shook his head to clear his mind. Straitening himself, the white mutt cantered past the female before entering the house through the front doorway, which had been demolished nearly into rubble. He peered through the dark living room before going about the room, sniffing the ground for scents. He managed to find the scent of blood, his own and a few of the other dogs' mixed in, which lead him to the hallway in which Hannah's room was located before the scent was masked with a large quantity of dust. Bolt exhailed roughly, cleaning his nostrils of the dust that had gathered from tracking the group of men.

A few times the war dog had looked to see the other dogs also trying to find a scent. He had no intention of asking for help nor did he even acknowledge if they needed assistance with their wounds. His years in war had hardened his senses and emotions, masking them with a wall of unpredictable and unreadable emneties. Once all of this was over, however, he would most certainly check everyone and make sure they were fit to go about their mundane lives; he was trained to do so. But as he made his way farhter down the hallway, closer to Hannah's bedroom door, he could hear scuffling on the opposite side. He rushed up to the wooden door and placed an ear against it. Bolt could make out muffled female screams, which had to be Hannah, and a few male grunts. There was a struggle on the opposite side of the bedroom door, and since the door was closed shut there was no way the dogs could get in. Bolt began to snarl and bark in frustration, which he used to intimidate terrorists and scare them out of their hiding places. But in this case, all he could do was bark in frustration.

The two men in the bedroom managed to tie Hanna up and tape a piece of cloth around her mouth, which prevented her from screaming before lifting her outside the window and into a black van. The two men muttered something into the walky-talky before closing the back doors of the van, locking them, and then jumping into the front seats of the van. They were waiting for the ment trapped in the closet.

Bolt heard more struggling inside the bedroom, and howled when it suddenly stopped. He was cut short when the men in the closet burst out and ran towards the door. The group leader was swinging the crowbar to and fro, keeping himself safe from the dogs whom were in his way. However, the man with teh wounded arm wasn't as quick as his comrades. Bolt took the advantage of the man's weakness and tackled him to the ground before biting his other arm. The man yowled in pain before shakily rising to his knees and swinging his torso wildly. Bolt snarled menicingly before releasing the man's arm, knowing that with the man's struggle for freedom may have cost him dearly; his arms were now badly torn and were in great need of stitches. The man was making strange noices from his growing fear, shrinking back against a wall in which the war dog had managed to corner him in. Bolt growled, his face wringled as his lips were pulled back as far as they could be, revealing blood-stained fangs. The dog stood there for a few seconds, intimidating his opponent before making another move. The white dog bolted forward and managed to clamp his jawa around the man's neck. Once again the man yelled in pain and terror, fully at the mercy of the war dog.

Meanwhile, the remainder of the men managed to jump into the van before driving off into the night with their prize. They had managed to slip away undetected, at least the men whom were in the van first. Bolt was unaware, his attention was fully on the man whom he held in his clutches. There would be no use to just let him get away, and so without hesitation, the ivory canine added pressure to his bite, cutting off the man's windpipe before violently shaking his head. His fangs tore deep into the man's flesh, which ultimately stunned the human before his life quickly faded away. The man was dead. Bolt dropped the man from his jaws before running out the front door, where he just managed to catch the fading tail lights of hte van on a distant hill before it disappeared. His bright blue eyes stared intently at the hilltop on which the van was just spotted, but all Bolt did was sit down and stare.

Tess was still beside Nikki as they watched over Bolt, but soon it seemed to quiet. With all the danger lurking around, she didnt feel save. Some of the hair on the back of her neck percked up as a soft growl rolled out of her mouth, and she walked away from the two farm dogs to do a little investagating around the house. She walked into there living room, where there was two couch, a tv, and a few other essentials that they had. Nothing there.

Tess padded away from the normally warm living room, but as now so cold, layered with fear. She next padded into a kitchen, where nothing that ad danger evolved in it didnt seem to be lurking in tha area. She than went to a dining room, and looked onto the table, putting her front paws on the chair. She saw a few of the guns the man had brought with them set on the table, but left them there for her and her friends to see as well. She than pranced into a bathroom, seeing it was so small no one would even dream of hiding in there.

Tess than went into a spare bed room, which was used as the dogs bed room. Nothing in there but a few food bowls, some dog toys, and a couples dog beds. She smirked as she decided to prance back to Bolt and Nikki. Though, when she appered there, the two of them weren't there. So she started to look arorund for the two herding dogs- err, and the war dog. She gasped as she saw a dead man laying right in front of her, and backed up slowly, a bit shocked of what she had just seen.

Tess approched the motionless human, sniffing it a bit. It had the smell of blood, and the smell of a dog, Bolt. She than heard scream from fear that echoed threw her man before she actully didnt anything to act. She heard Whisper swing threw the doggie-door, but the border collie just stood there, parilized with fear. What was happening with Hannah? Why were they taking her away? She couldnt stand there any more, she bounded twords the doggie-door.

Tess bounded threw the doogie for fastly, making it clank when they got threw it. She stooped, and started to walk at a slower pace as she saw the van had already left, as she sat down, watching it.

Arrow sttod watching everything going on,He was too cowardly to join in but too loyal to look away.He watched as the ven drove off,his face showed no emotion as he walked up the hill and sat beside Bolt.The hillside looked a lot less like home in the dark, "What do we do now...Boss?" he asked Bolt.New as the dog was Bolt had expierience and Arrow could see that.

He looked backwards at the others and the dead man.He shuddered as he thought what might happen to Hannah.Hannah had always been ther but now...They needed to be there to help her.This thought pulled Arrow together "right" he muttered to himself "What do we know about these men?" he asked himself.He walked down to the dead mans body and sniffed it,He tried not to recoil at the rapidly declining heat in the mans corpse he sniffed the air for a trace of the van.Nohing,\he walked around the farmyard sniffing but couldnt find a trail.He gave up and sat down alone in a corner.

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The war dog continued to stare at the top of the hill on which the van had last been seen. Anger boiled in his gut and his expression hardened, his eyes now blazing with rage. Bolt knew he should have chased after the vehicle, but it was nearly impossible to actually catch up to a speeding van in hopes of freeing Hannah. He began to use this time, waiting for the other dogs to emerge from the house, to figure out a plan of action.

His thoughts were barely inturupted by Nicole as she zoomed past him in persuit of the van. He watched, unmoving, as she helplessly ran down the road before collapsing. The ivory canine stared hard at the tawny female as she lay there sobbing. In the next moment Tess had managed to make her way outside. She sat down in the grass not too far from the house and himself, and only gave her a shoulder glance before looking towards the hill again, lost in his own thoughts. 'What would Joe do?' Bolt quized himself, coming up with a hypothesis fairly quickly. Usually it was the general's job to come up with a course of action, but in this case Bolt was the only candidate to make such decisions. He knew the road would be long and challenging, but someone had to lead the group of ranch dogs to find their owner, whether they died trying or not.

Next to exit the house was Syanne, whom had hidden from all of the comotion. Bolt watched her as she bolted past him towards Nikki, most likely to comfort her. 'Sorrow is weakness in the eyes of peril, as well as...love.' The war dog whispered to himself before closing his eyes, lowering his head. He knew the feeling of losing a loved one, and he couldn't help but see some part of Felicity in Nikki. They seemed so much alike, apart from their breed and fur color, and his heart ached when Nicole just broke down in the middle of the road. He held a straight, emotionless face as he looked on towards the two females a few meters away, his thoughts of his plan flooding back to him.

Luke was third to bound outside. It was like a pattern now, only this time the male border collie ran past Bolt full speed, even passing Nikki and Syanne before halting in the middle of the street. He seemed to contemplate what to do next, and when his mind was made up Luke back-tracked towards the group sitting in the grass. He lowered his head to Bolt, whom was now looking down at his feet with a hard expression, one mixed with emotions.

"Bolt, we can't just sit here, we have to save Hannah."

For a moment the white mutt was silent and still, as if thinking really hard, although he wasn't thinking at all. He finally made up his mind, and when he did his head shot up to stare Luke square in the eyes, his own icy-blue optics glazed with determination and the lust for revenge.

"We are going after her. I won't let those ******** think they've won." Bolt promised, his voice deep and strong with the tremendous amount of determination in his tone. He wasn't about to let those bozos win, he'd make sure of that.

When Luke made his way down to the two girls on the side of the road up ahead, Arrow appeared. The little dog sat beside the large white mutt before muttering something.

"What do we do now...Boss?"

Bolt sturdily rose to all fours, his gaze still locked on the hilltop on which the van had made its escape.

"Now, we go after that vehicle and rescue Hannah." He replied just before parting with the younger male dog, whom had begun to sniff around the ranch house. The war dog made his way halfway from the house and the three dogs clustered together further down the road before he howled for everyone to gather. "Front and center, soldiers!" His voice was loud and his tone was hard and challenging, as it had always been back in his days on the battlefield. He'd teach these farm dogs a thing or two what it means to be a war dog, even if it means begining with the basics.

Just as he stood there waiting for the remainder of the dogs to come to him, he realized that a dog was missing. One dog whom he hadn't seen all night. 'Theron.' He growled to himself. The male border collie hadn't shown his face, at least to Bolt when he was concious, ever since the men had arrived. The ivory canine knew he hadn't been taken with Hannah, and therefor he must have still been in the house. With that in mind, Bolt excused his absence and waited once again for the ranch dogs to gather to hear his plan to save Hannah.

Tess stared off into the distence, feeling sorrow in her heart. Her heart was cut in half, split in half. All ehr love was gone, and it went with Hannah. The female border collie barked loudly, echoing in the deep, evening air, filled with hate and dismay. There was defenitly something wrong. They needed to get Hannah back, and soon... before it was to late. Or have they missed there chance all ready? Only time would tell.

Tess then heard Syanne and Nicole's soft confersation, feeling there sorrow melt over to her, feeling a tingle of pain surrounding her, as the hurtful sorrow hit threw her, stinging her as she was sad. She looked back to the dogs behind her, seeing if they were having the save reaction as she was to Hannah's loss. Though, not a trace of sorrow seemed to wipe over them, but insted having there own troubles.

Tess sighed heavily, but her ears quickly caught the attention of Bolt's voice, saying "Front and Center Soldiers!" Tess smiled and gunted, having no idea what hat was suspost to mean. But she saw other dogs gathering in front of the war dog, so she grunted once more as she got up and padded over to the small group of dogs. Her white paws skitted over th grass, soon approching them.

Tess kept that smile on her, but soon asked him, "Umm... so, what are we suspost to be doing... Bolt?" She asked. That was the first time she had said his name... in a nice tone.

She blushed a bit, but soon had it fade away.

"Front and center soldiers"

Arrow had no Idea what those words meant,He wasn't a soldier,and fornt and center? He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts.He thought for a minute,then it hit him, He'd recognised Bolt as a leader.He never called anyone except Hannah the leader,He wasnt sure what to think anymore though.His whole idea of humans had just collapsed when he was hit by the man with the crowbar.He could feel a tingling where it had grazed his back and growled to himself,He sniffed the man again and tried to find a trail.It was hopeless,those men knew what they were doing,There was no sighn of them.He trudged over to the group of dogs forming and looked at Bolt "Those men knew what they were doing,I can't pick up a trail" he rerported.His head seemed to be doing summer saults did I really just say that? he thought.