The Life and Times of Agent Sot; Chapter 7: Puppy Problems

By: Zachary Rosen '16

         Codename Sot hears a terrible growling noise coming from the stairwell. Slowly, she opens the door and looks in. The light flickers and the growling intensifies. Steadily, she takes a step in, looking up. A figure is hunched over, tearing at a trash can. Sotiropoulos takes out her pen and clicks it; the buzzing noise of a taser pierces the room.

        “Get away from the trash can!” The creature raises its head, catching the light. Black fur shines in the fluorescence, outlining a toothy maw. Drool drips from canines sharper than knives. “You have got to be kidding me?” The beast lunges at her and she ducks, lashing out her fist and catching it on the shoulder. She plunges the taser into the center of his chest and the creature makes a whimpering noise before clawing at her shoulder. They crash into the wall and collapse, rolling around on the ground. Sot throws it off and it takes a protective stance on the stairs.

       “This is why I told my wife we can’t get a dog...,” Sot whispers under her breath. It slowly starts to creep forward and Sot backs up. She pulls at the door handle but the frame broke in the struggle; she needs to find a new way out. “I can’t outrun this thing...” she thinks to herself. 

       An earsplitting whistle pierces the air. Sot covers her ears and the furry mongrel goes running down the stairwell. She stands up, applying pressure to her bleeding arm. She hears someone stepping down the stairwell and looks up. Mr. Klein is standing up there holding a giant whistle.                “What the hell was that?!” Sot asks.

       Klein shakes his head. “Victor Martinez.”