Chad ran as fast as he could. He knew Karl could use that tablet to wirelessly control the nanobots in his body to track and monitor his every thought. So he did his best to think of everything he could unrelated to his escape. Sports scores, who else possibly knows he's a a dog, fears about being too well trained by Brad, and losing his nuts. He headed for his home instinctively, trying not to think about it. He dove through the doggy door and headed for the basement door. As usual it was ajar. He nudged the door open and raced down the stairs to the ancient cellar. The house had been remodeled not long ago, but the basement was over a century old lined with granite stones now reinforced with steel, but best of all floor, walls and ceilings were painted with expensive paint designed to circumvent radiowaves. Coach was a stickler about keeping their playbook secret, so when Chad tried to design new plays he did it in the basement on his laptop. The coach's office and the football classroom also had the special paint and wireless screening film on their windows. When he was in the far corner of the back basement room, Chad lay down and panted. He made it.
Dylan raced around the back of the house, but he didn't see Chad disappear into his own house.
Karl seemed slightly upset, but it wasn't until he tried to connect with Chad via his tablet that he became angry.
"Connection to nanobots lost" read the error message.
Neither Bluetooth nor wifi could connect. He switched to wireless 5G.
"Unable to connect..."
Damn, where was Chad.
Karl scrolled through the Mind Chat history until it disconnected.
[SAFE HAVEN. FOOTBALL SCORES. HOME V. WEST HIGH 54-7, EASTBROOK V. US 44-62, must get to safe haven, FILLMORE V. MADISON 33-29, US V. FILLMORE 44-34, US V. MADISON 54-21, US V. LINCOLN 31-7, US V.GRANT 52-0, safe haven, MANN V. LINCOLN 45-0, US V. MANN 22-21...]
Where was Chad's safe haven? Karl ground his teeth. Too bad he hasn't thought to include mental images in his mind chat - well, he had but couldn't figure out how to do it with his stolen program and nanobots. He pounded his fist against his dashboard. Still Chad was still a dog with a chip inside him. So all he had to do was post lost dog posters and sooner or later Chad would be turned in for the reward.