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the tanks crushing it.  One of the soldiers climbed up its tail and ran up its body toward the back of its head.  Once he reached the back of its head, he fired his machine gun shooting into the back of its skull.  It hissed loudly and ran forward toward the lake.  It jumped into the water causing the soldier to fall off its back.  It continued to swim away from the beach.
    “I think it’s wounded!”  Sergeant Alvarez shouted.
    “Where do you think it’s heading?”  one of the soldiers asked.
    “Chopper One, I need a visual.”
    “We’ve lost visual.”
    “Keep looking.”  Sergeant Alvarez walked over to one of the jeeps and picked up his phone.  “Get me Washington.  I need access to one of the global satellites.”
    “Lucille, it’s escaping,” Benton said.
    They watched the battle from the back of the parking lot.  The reporters broadcasted the whole battle live on television.
    “No, I see it.  It’s heading back toward the steel mill,” Lucille said and ran for Benton’s jeep.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I have to make sure my father’s safe.”
    “Let the military deal with it,” Benton pleaded as he ran after her.
    “Tell Sergeant Alvarez where it’s heading.”  She drove away toward the steel mill.
    Sergeant Alvarez was on the phone talking to Washington when Benton ran up to him.  “The drone will be there in five minutes?  Thank you Mr. President.”
    “It’s heading for the steel mill,” Benton said.
    “We know.  They are evacuating it as we speak.  We are going to blast it with a missile strike using one of our drones.”
    “Lucille is heading there now.  Her father works there.”
    “If she’s there when the missile strikes…”
“Game over,” Benton finished.
    Lucille could see the cat approaching the steel mill.  She drove as fast as she could.  She kept calling her father’s cellphone, but still no response. She turned onto the road leading into the steel mill.  She slammed on her brakes to avoid hitting a semi that was speeding away from the mill.  Several cars followed it.  The cat had stopped in front of the building that contained the hot-dip coating line.  She parked the jeep and ran toward it on foot.  Her father’s cranberry red Colorado truck was still parked on the side of the building.  She ran past it and into the building.  Her father was standing with a couple of his coworkers watching in terror as the cat’s paw was trying to claw at them through the bottom opening of the big steel door.
    “Dad!”  Lucille screamed. 
    “Lucille!”  her father shouted.
    “We have to get out of here.  That thing is on a rampage killing everybody in sight,” Lucille said.
    The cat made a loud screeching noise.  It started to raise the steel door with its paw.  Once the door was raised high enough, it stuck its head through and hissed at them.
    “You are not eating my father!”  Lucille yelled.  She ran over toward it and ran for the panel adjacent to the door.  It tried to grab her with its claw, but she ran around it.  She hit the button that operated the steel door.  It tried to grab her with its claw as the big steel door pinned its head into the ground.  It struggled to free itself.  She walked right up to it.  “Not so scary looking now.”
    Blood trickled down the side of its neck from the wounds it sustained from being shot at close range from the soldier’s machine gun.  It looked at her and hissed one last time.  It stopped struggling and closed its eyes. 
    “Is it dead?”  her father asked.
    “I think so.”
    “You risked your life to save me,” her father said.  “I’m so sorry.”
    “For what?”
    “Ignoring you.  If you weren’t ready to get married, then you weren’t ready.  I should have respected your decision.”
    “Happy birthday Dad,” she said.
    The ground shook violently.
    “What the…” her father began to say, but was grabbed by his daughter and pull backward.  The overhead