Not your typical baby mama

Two hours later.

"Fuck it! I'm going to take a leak! This is taking forever", one goon grumbled.

He didn't wait to hear his teammates' objections and simply removed his earpiece and went on his way. All this for a man who couldn't even handle one officer, the four would be fine during his temporary absence should anything happen. He quickened his steps when he felt like he would almost pee himself. But he still looked around as he walked. Finally, he walked into the bathroom.

"Huh?" He took a step back out.

He saw a man in a black attire dragging his suitcase, he looked back where he was coming from as though checking for something, or someone. He abruptly looked forward and quickened his steps. The man had ashy gray hair under his cap. The goon had knowing grin on his face. And the best part was, the man was walking his way. He quickly out back his earpiece which was bursting with his mates' complaints.

"Guys! Target is walking my way. Get into positions", he whisper shouted. He gave them his exact location and they soon followed.

Dylan was oblivious to his surroundings as he quickly dragged his suitcase on its wheels. Someone suddenly took his suitcase and walked ahead of him. Before he could get a word out, two strong hands each grabbed his elbows. Two of the goons settled beside him, another behind him, and one more joining the one dragging his suitcase.

"Alright Mr. Smith, no need to make another scene", the leader growled beside his ear.

"Mr. Smith?" Dylan asked.

"We know you know we're onto you. My men are already agitated, don't provoke them any further."

"Man, I think you've got the wrong person", Dylan responded while stopping in his tracks.

"I wouldn't do that Mr. Smith. Move!" The goon on his right growled as he pushed him forward but it felt like his feet were glued to the ground. The two men grew annoyed by this and pushed him forward. The push was so strong it sent the young man falling to the ground and his cap in the process.

"..."

"Who's this?" The leader asked in pure annoyance. The man who was groaning in pain while holding his back was not Dylan.

"Who are you people?" He shot back although he winced in pain. The men were frozen, unsure of how to respond. Suddenly, a loud bark was heard. All of them looked behind to the source of the noise. A huge German Shepherd was running in their direction while letting out his strong bark. The men stood frozen on their spot. They did not notice the huge smile on the man on the floor.