Ptff.
Just before Baloo could turn the corner, something bounced off his leg and pricked his lower back.
Without a glance, Baloo already knew what those were. He yanked the tranquilizer dart from his back and sprinted as quickly as possible to the nearest dumpster.
He ripped one of the double-flap lids off and gripped the middlemost ridge tightly, now carrying a makeshift shield. He turned his back to the dumpster once he heard splashes and heavy footsteps approaching.
Ptff-ptff! Ptff!
Another volley of darts flew straight into the plastic shield, piercing it but failing to hit their intended target.
"I'm no slave!" Baloo's gravel-filled voice roared and hissed.
