Escaping a Madman

If Akaisha focused really hard, she could imagine the device in her hand. Feel its weight and shape of it. Her eyes closed, blocking out the cries of pain. The whirling of machines. The beating of her heart. After a few minutes, a slight weight settled in her palm. She opened her eyes and exhaled in relief. There in her hand was the tracking device. The very one the professor held in his hands just minutes prior. Giving Misty a small smile, she threw it down to the floor and stomped on it. Misty had run to the assistant to help Blue out, and with one swipe of its paw, the man was down on the ground, unconscious. His wrist mangled beyond normal repair. The hand flopped to the side, held together by a few ligaments and skin.

Akaisha hurried towards the two of them. Cuddling Blue into her chest, she wrapped her arms around Misty to teleport them all outside. “You two are ok?”

Blue panted happily, her soft, wet tongue lying outside her mouth. “I fine. Stranger down. Who this? Smell funny