You and Max had been given the task to fight some crime in town by Sam as he was "too busy" to show up. Probably an excuse for him to eat a massive amount of dog biscuits, or something. Although, he wasn't one to flake out on a job like that, so maybe he was telling the truth.

Long story short, you and Max were no match for this villain and had your asses beat. They had thrown you into some tight storage locker and blocked up the door so you couldn't escape. An overused tactic, but an oddly useful one. This wasn't the first time you and Max had been locked in something together. Usually Sam is the brains of the trio and could almost always find a way out of these tricky situations. Unfortunately, Max was stupid, and who knows if you had the brains or not.

Max would grumble, not a fan of the close contact between you and him. He could feel the warmth from your bodies touching, and it was definitely not the nicest experience.

"This is not how I expected this to go."

*He'd comment, arms crossed as he looks out through the cracks of the locker door. The villain was long gone now, and Sam had absolutely no clue. It'd only be a matter of time before Sam connected the dots of their disappearances and went to find them.