I apologize for the extra long wait, everyone. -_-' To make up for it, here's an extra long chapter. I know how much you all
love my stories, well here's the thrilling conclusion of this "Keith and Light arc."
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Chapter 12
The next week proceeded with Keith and Light meeting the remaining residents of Babylon Gardens, except for the Sandwiches, including the several that have been trapped by the security on the Foster mansion for a number of hours. Keith had also used the time to gather several potential candidates for positions on the Lucky Charm Grove Security Detail and arranged for a time they could come in and meet with Martin. He’d texted back and forth with Martin to coordinate a schedule. (…being careful not to disturb him when he was busy.) He and Light were exploring one of the top floors of the central building…twenty stories tall, it completely overlooked the surrounding area. It had been a week and a half and Martin would be returning soon. Keith and Light had gone over the neighborhood several times now, and knew the shelter like the back of their hand/paw. They entered onto the roof, normally inaccessible to residents, and sat down at a small two-person table. Major construction had been completed and the bubble they had been using for muffling the noises had been removed. The view of the surrounding forests in the afternoon sun was beautiful…at 260 feet above the ground.
Having paradropped behind enemy lines several times, Light had gotten used to heights, despite not knowing what an airplane or helicopter was, before meeting Keith. He got up from the table and walked to the edge…despite the door to the roof being locked…the roof had standard safety fences around the perimeter. He was conflicted by the simultaneous caged feeling of the fence and the feeling of freedom and serenity that came with the view. Keith followed behind him. Light caught a glimpse of a small pinpoint of bright light out of the corner of his eye from the forest below. Instinctively, he jumped on Keith and brought him to the ground…not a moment too soon. His ears clearly heard the bullet cutting through the air as it flew past.
Keith didn’t hear much, other than his head hitting the ground. *Oomf!* he exclaimed…”Light! What’s going on? You want to play, huh?”
Light didn’t exactly know how to respond, at first. The bullet had passed right through one of the rings of the chain link fence, a precision shot. “Keith, a sniper almost hit you!” Light quickly said, staying low to the ground.
Keith suddenly became serious. “Oh, no warning, huh?! What a cheating I love you…” He began crawling until he was closer to the center of the building. The sniper was aiming for him while he was on the roof…not an easy shot…and not much line of sight, either. When he was a few yards from the edge he stood up and ran to the stairway, with Light on his heels.
They headed for the nearest security intercom. Keith pressed a button so he could be heard on all of the speakers throughout the complex. “This is Keith Greyfield, from security…please proceed indoors and stay low to the ground and away from windows until further notice. Thank you.” The phone on the wall beside the console rang. Keith picked it up.
“
Keith, a man called requesting to speak to you.” Miss Sunman said, from the other end of the line.
“Now is not a good time…as you might have heard.” Keith said in response.
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He said his name is Juan Morales.” Keith and Light’s hair stood up on the backs of their necks. “I…I see…” Keith stuttered. “Put him through.”
A few seconds later, the call was connected and Keith remembered the mission a year ago in Colombia. He hadn’t killed the man known as “The Chameleon”, the brother of the notorious drug lord he
had killed, for the mission. He was now regretting that decision.
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Hello, Juan Do… or should I say Keith Greyfield.” The voice on the other end of the line was smug…and unmistakable. Even though it was in English, Keith recognized it as the one that had conducted the meeting from which he had gotten the information on the whereabouts of his target. He’d used Juan Do as an alias while in Colombia…not a very good one, but Morales shouldn’t have found out his real name…he was very careful. He suddenly worried about the man and his cat, Hector and Alandra, which they had helped. They were the only ones he’d told his real name. “
I tried searching for that man that should have died at my brother’s hands…I thought he might have been working with you…but he disappeared.” Keith breathed a sigh of relief…
so Hector is okay.
“
Anyway, it wasn’t too hard to track down non-Colombians that leave the country when you belong to a network like mine…or should I say used to.” Keith stayed silent on the other end of the line…he knew how people like Morales thought…they always liked to talk…
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So, I tracked you down and eventually found you …My name is Juan Camillo “The Chameleon” Morales, you killed my brother…prepare to die.
“Someone’s fond of memes.” Keith finally spoke.
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Oh ho, so you were listening. That’s good, I don’t like repeating myself.” Keith hung up the phone. As long as the workers and everyone else at the shelter listened, and stayed indoors there wouldn’t be a problem. However, Martin would return in 3 days…he would have to solve the problem in about 68 hours. He was deep in thought…in planning.
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Light was worried…he knew they didn’t have as much time to formulate a plan as they normally did, Keith was being targeted by a rival sniper…and a good one at that. And the shelter was in danger…not a good position to be in for an employee that hasn’t officially been hired yet. He started sprinting down the hallway, and then he remembered their gear was in the security building. He rubbed his temples trying to figure out what to do. They were practically pinned down in this building… the only thing he knew was ‘The Chameleon’ had shot…at Keith on the…eastern edge …. The white wolf suddenly realized what to do. He hoped the sniper hadn’t relocated, because he was about to do something very dangerous. He exited the building on the west side sprinting towards his goal, the security building was within site and the large 20-story living-accommodations building was behind him. Light figured the sniper wouldn’t see him…he just hoped he had time to get back to the building with their stuff before the sniper could get into a position where he would be seen.
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Meanwhile, Keith had called Miss Sunman on his Smartphone. “Miss Sunman, could you please confirm that everyone here at the shelter is staying inside. I don’t want to incite panic but there’s a sniper outside and he’s come here to kill me. I kind of, uh…killed his brother. Anyway please do that for me. He might try to start targeting others if I don’t give myself up…which I have no intention of doing… I’d rather the police not get involved; since they’re most likely not equipped to handle this… I’ve got it. Thanks…and be safe.” As soon as Keith hung up his phone it rang again. He answered it.
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You hung up on me… Don’t do that again.” Juan’s voice sounded colder than it was earlier. “
As you might have already guessed I’ve been a sniper for a while and I am not to be messed with.”
“Why don’t you get to the point, Juan, or do you prefer Chameleon?” Keith finally spoke. “What do you want, huh? A sniper duel…or just to kill me?” As Keith was talking, he could tell Morales had gotten him worked up a bit.
It’d be a different story if I had you in my crosshairs.
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Relaaaax, Mr. Greyfield… I’m just returning a favor owed to you by my brother. Do you not think I could have killed you where you stood on that roof…or any time you were wandering around the complex? Noooo, I took my time to learn layout of the area and I am unlike you…I give my prey a sporting chance.” This time it was Morales that hung up the phone. The cocky man was starting to get under Keith’s skin. The ‘Chameleon’ was practically
asking Keith to hunt him down, but the ex-marine knew he was at the disadvantage. Morales had a weapon and he didn’t. Things looked bleak.
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Morales lit a cigarette. He was walking from his original shooting position to get a point of view that covered a larger area of the Grove compound. He knew a cigarette was on the list of sniper no-nos, but he had Keith pinned, he knew the ex-Marine couldn’t make it to the security building, where he’d left his weapon and gear. The Colombian chuckled, quite pleased with himself for this plan. He’d watched Keith moments ago, waiting until he had been far from his weapon and in the open. He glanced at the compound and saw a white wolf sprinting from the large central building toward the security building…the same wolf that had knocked his target out of the way, when he’d finally had a chance to get his revenge. Morales cursed and put out his cigarette by tossing it on the ground and stepping on it. He got in a prone position and set the scope on his rifle just as the wolf was entering the security building.
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Light knew the sniper had been where he was because that side of the complex gave a better vantage point of the large building in the center of the Grove. He also knew that the sniper would have to relocate since Keith knew where the shot had come from. He quickly gathered their gear in a duffel bag and grabbed Keith’s rifle case before making his way back to the living quarters building. As he was sprinting back, a bullet ricocheted off the ground at his feet. The wolf unflinchingly continued sprinting toward the central building complex. He calculated the time it would take an average sniper to reload and/or realign the shot and took a short stutter step before sprinting again. Again the bullet missed as it hit the doorway of the building as he ran through the sliding doors. He noticed something strange about it…but he was too concerned with living to give it much thought.
Why do they have to open so slowly? the wolf asked himself regarding the automatic doors as he finally made it to the safety of the building. He didn’t take any chances though, as he continued sprinting until he was at Keith’s side, safe within the interior of the living quarter building.
Keith smiled when Light showed up with their gear, panting. He rubbed him on the head and behind the ears, “Good boy, Light.” Light just rolled his eyes. Still panting he started to get the gear out of the bag. He took out his tactical vest, sniper issue. Keith followed the wolf in stride. Keith heard the phone console beside him ring. He put the Bluetooth on his ear and pressed a button on the phone on his belt. A few seconds later, Miss Sunman answered. “Eveyln, patch him through on this line,” Keith requested.
Light was finishing gearing up and helped Keith put on his ghillie suit. The Bluetooth connected.
”Clever, having your dog do your work for you.” Light ignored the comment he’d overheard. It was basic psychological warfare, trying to get him and Keith to distrust one another....what Morales didn’t know was that Light had risked his life to get their gear of his own accord.
Keith helped Light put on his ghillie suit. It wouldn’t do them any good in an urban environment, but Keith was planning on taking this battle away from the shelter…away from people. “Well, let’s set some ground rules for this encounter…” the ex-marine said, into the Bluetooth. “…I don’t want to make things too easy for me.” Light smiled. Keith was holding the Cheytac and with that, the two’s fear diminished…confidence replacing it. The wolf sheathed his knife and with that, he was ready to go.
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Morales had relocated, again, after shooting at the wolf. He kept his scope shifting between the several entrances of the building, occasionally looking up from the rifle at the compound to expand his view range. He didn’t know how much trouble the wolf would be, but he was prepared. He could hold his own against any beast, even at short range with his knife and 9-milimeter. But as long as he had his rifle, it wouldn’t be a problem; he’d be able to see that wolf coming from a mile away with that fur color. No…he knew his biggest threat was Keith. The ex-marine had killed his brother, was an excellent sniper, and for now… his opponent. He was apparently also very annoying as the gloating comment from him, had struck a nerve with The Chameleon. “Laugh now…die later, American dog,” he hissed into his Bluetooth, sneering. before hanging up.
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The offroad truck peeled out of the garage attached to the security building as it drove at insane speeds for the amount of road it had toward the western gate of the Grove. Keith had selected the sturdiest looking vehicle he could find for this gambit. Unfortunately the gate didn’t raise fast enough…and there was no way Keith was going to slow down to make himself a target, so he just ran through, shattering the fiberglass red and white striped arm gate. Oops, he said to himself, smiling, as he made a sharp right and drove along the side of the forest. He was hoping Morales would take the bait. He didn’t want anyone at the shelter to become a potential target.
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The Chameleon saw the truck barreling out of the complex and had a slightly quizzical look. “Ahora…¿a dónde vas?” he asked himself quietly as he followed the truck in his scope. He lead the target and squeezed off a round, aiming for the tires.
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The truck lurched as Keith struggled to maintain control. He knew he hadn’t run over anything.
He hit the tires? Keith noticed, a bit surprised. He was better than he’d initially thought. The tire was on the driver’s side rear. He kept driving for as long as he felt the rim could take it. Eventually he pulled off the path and went into the forest out of view from where he considered The Chameleon could have been shooting from.
Not as far away as I’d hoped, but it’ll have to do. He quickly got out of the truck and ran into the trees, staying low. “The game begins.” The ex-Marine said quietly to himself.
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“Mweheheh.” The Chameleon laughed to himself.
Dio en el blanco <Got it.> He slowly headed for the direction the truck was going before he’d lost sight of it. He knew he was at a disadvantage. A human
and a wolf versus a human, hardly seemed like fair odds.
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Light was reviewing information over his Smartphone, his own earpiece nestled in his ear, to give Keith status updates concerning weather and other information that he knew he would need for this fight. What Light didn’t know…was why Keith had asked him to stay behind. He said it was to watch over the others in the shelter, but the wolf wasn’t buying it.
Is this another one of Keith’s lessons that he puts together so incomprehensibly…as if he’s expecting me to guess the right answer… Light shook his head and rubbed his temples with his knuckles. He brought up the weather updates, and saw a Summer storm was approaching. “Ohhhh great.” he said to himself uneasily. He pushed the number for speed dialing Keith on his Smartphone and gave the ex-marine the update.
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Several hours later, the sun was setting, but you couldn’t see it. Dark gray clouds blanketed the area, pouring rain down upon Babylon Gardens and its surroundings. The Chameleon was quietly swearing to himself. He’d been trudging through mud for the last 30 minutes and his energy started to fade. He hadn’t spotted his rival since he’d shot the truck’s tire and when he’d got to the truck, he found it abandoned…and locked…he tried breaking the window with the butt of his rifle but it was a no go. He even considered trying to break the window by shooting it with his pistol, but he knew it could give away his position. He couldn’t guess where the drive had gone since the rain had made it near impossible to track anyone. He slipped back into the forest when he determined the truck was useless.
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Keith had spotted Morales through the forest while he was searching the LCG’s truck. He also noticed the weapon…it was the same rifle Keith was carrying. He wouldn’t try an attempt from here…not with the rain. He knew in a battle between snipers, if you didn’t get it the first time, you may as well already be dead. He knew he had to get it in the first try and the rain was the ultimate variable. Not only were the drops of water heavy enough to affect the trajectory of a projectile, but they were randomly placed. No, it would have to wait until the rain stopped. But as long as he knew where Morales was and Morales
didn’t know where he was, he was feeling pretty good about things.
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What happens in the rain doesn’t let up, Keith?” he heard the wolf ask in a worried voice, over his headset.
“Well, I’ll just have to think of something, won’t I?” he whispered back.
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More time passed. Light didn’t like this…Keith had been gone for more than 6 hours and night was falling and he had turned off his phone to save on power. Light couldn’t remember the last time he’d been separated from his best friend for that long…
if he’d ever been separated for that long. He decided if nothing’s happened by now, and Keith had informed him Morales wasn’t near the shelter it would be okay if he left. He’d shuddered at the thought of disobeying a direct order ‘…but it’s to help Keith,’ he convinced himself. He picked up the phone from a console and dialed Miss Sunman at the front desk. “Evelyn,” Light started. “I’ve decided to go help Keith.” “…the employees should be able to leave the shelter if they want.” He listened to her response. “Yeah, Keith led the sniper further away…it’s safe for now.” Light headed out into the heavy rain, walking through one of the checkpoints equipped with his tactical vest and wearing his ghillie suit, he made his way out into the forest in the direction Keith lured ‘The Chameleon’ Light chuckled at the thought of the name…it was so non-sinister sounding, but it was appropriate for a sniper to have as a ‘codename.’ Focusing his attention back on the task at hand, he became serious. He hoped he would be able to find Keith before Morales did…the rain wouldn’t make tracking easy.
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The rain continued through the night. Keith hadn’t slept in over 24 hours and kept a distance of at least 600 yards from Morales. The rain finally let up around sunrise…the clouds still loomed over the landscape, letting little light through. He turned on his Smart phone and tried calling Light. It rang a few times.
C’mon Light, I need some information here. The wolf didn’t pick up and it went to voicemail.
Son of a… He mentally punched a punching bag, trying to get rid of his frustration. The ‘no sleep thing’ was getting to him. It had been a while since he’d gone this long without it, but he forced himself to remain calm. He set up the M200 Intervention and targeted Morales in his crosshairs.
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Morales was thankful for the rain, it was familiar territory for himself. He continually moved in unpredictable patterns in case he was being watched. When the rain stopped, he started to worry…he knew the moment that the sniper rifles could actually be useful had arrived and he was being extra cautious. In the thickly forested area, he figured this ‘sniper’ battle, could easily turn into a short ranged melee if neither of them couldn’t get line of sight on the other. A bullet impacted near his head against the tree he was walking around and he quickly jumped back behind it. Listening for the gunshot, he reached into his backpack and put on his ghillie suit, greatly increasing his ability to hide. He took out a mirror on a stick and used it to look behind the tree.
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He’d missed his first shot. If Light was with him, it would be easier; the wolf was an excellent spotter. Keith was doing everything himself, the process was slightly slower. He lined up the mirror in his crosshairs, but knew better. The Chameleon was trying to find him, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to at that distance, not unless he fired at the mirror; it eventually disappeared back behind the tree. He waited. After another hour, there was no sign of his opponent, and Keith began to wonder if he’d slipped away somewhere behind the tree…he might have gotten lucky and known his point of view, or he could have guessed it from seeing the direction the round he had fired struck the tree at. Either way, he was fairly certain he’d have to track his prey all over again.
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Light heard the bullet impact the tree, but the surrounding woods muffled and echoed the noise so he couldn’t be sure where it had come from. He stayed low, unmoving, in some tall grass that blended with the suit he was wearing. He was listening for anything that could help him, but nothing came. His sense of smell wouldn’t be useful for some time…the entire area was cleared by rain, of any scents that might have been left by someone coming through that area in the past. He stealthily checked his Smartphone and realized it was turned off…
Shoot…it must have turned off when I was crawling earlier. He turned it on and checked his missed calls, one was from Keith. “Great,” Light whispered as he hung his head and sighed. Keith will never let me hear the end of that one.” He attempted to call Keith, but he got voicemail again. He left a message saying he’d have his phone on for now. He didn’t think it would do much good though; the coverage was spotty, at best, out here. He put away the phone and continued on…slowly.
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Night was falling on the second day. Keith had used almost all of the food he was carrying…he hadn’t slept for 48 hours and was exhausted from concentrating for so long and moving at a crawl…and to top it all off, he had no idea where Morales was at that point. It didn’t help that the Colombian had a ghillie suit of his own. Keith was expecting to have finished this battle sooner. He started to worry, but since ‘The Chameleon” hadn’t returned fire recently; he must have lost him as well…at least for now. The two had exchanged shots ever since it had stopped raining, over the last 24 hours. The ex-Marine was down to two rounds.
Better make ‘em count, he reminded himself. He’d been taking as good as he’d been giving, so he wondered how much ammo his opponent had left. Leaning up against a tree he starting dozing off, when he snapped back up to alertness.
That was close, he thought rubbing the bridge of his nose. He silently yawned and pinched his cheek, to feel a bit of pain…to try to stay awake. He didn’t have as much riding on this fight as the Colombian did. He imagined the determination of ‘The Chameleon’ was unwavering. He turned on his Smartphone to call Light. He was going to request his help out here…he didn’t know how much longer this battle would last. His Smartphone vibrated; he checked the screen and saw the call was from Light. He pushed the button to answer it and turned on his Bluetooth. “What’s up, Light?”
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“Sorry, Keith, I screwed up.” Light spoke into the receiver that was being held in front of his muzzle. His head still ached from where he’d been hit by the butt of Morales’ rifle. The wolf’s hands were tied behind his back. The man took the phone away from Light’s head and brought it up to his ear, keeping his 9 millimeter aimed at the wolf. “I am getting tired of this game, Mr. Greyfield. I admit defeat as you are the better sniper…however,” he added, grinning. “…I now have the upper hand.”
“What do you want, Morales?...You want me to just walk into the middle of an open field and let you shoot me...then shoot my wolf? Cause I don’t think that’s going to fly…”
“I could always shoot your wolf first. I think I’ll start with the leg.” He pulled the hammer back on his pistol.
Light cowered back against the tree. He didn’t like being shot…he’d had enough of that to last a lifetime.
“Okay!” Keith was heard shouting into the phone.
”J-just…just let me say goodbye to my wolf first.” Morales shrugged as he held the phone up to Light’s ear.
By now Light was really scared…not for himself, but for Keith.
Is he really going to sacrifice himself…for my sake? He spoke into the Smartphone. “Keith?”
“Whisky Oscar Lima Foxtrot Zero Two Activate… Command Priority One” Light’s eyes glazed over as he relaxed.
"Time Delay…Zero Nine…Escape-Stealth…Command Priority One…Time Delay…One Zero…Attack Target…Juan Morales…End Command” The wolf started counting in his mind.
”Goodbye, Light.”
“I understand… Goodbye Keith” Light replied, in a monotone voice.
Morales brought the phone back up to his ear. “Here are the coordinates...” He sent a text to Keith with the coordinates to the center of the field. “...where I want you to stand…and don’t bring your rifle…or else…”
”I got it, Morales…just don’t hurt him.”
Morales looked at the wolf and smiled. He knew if he hurt the wolf, Keith wouldn’t show up and would probably make sure he would regret it. But after Keith was dead, what was to stop him from killing the wolf. “Mweheheh.” He started to mock the wolf. “Your owner is an idiot, you know that?” He slapped the wolf with the back of his hand, the force causing Light to fall over onto his side. The wolf looked back at Morales without anger or hate…it was almost pity and it disturbed Morales for some reason. He quickly turned away, unable to look at the wolf, and he set up his rifle aimed at the center of the field…now it was just a matter of time.
Keith didn’t have much time, he was pretty far from the coordinates and he knew Morales would act if he didn’t get there soon. He had to move slowly enough so as not to be seen easily, but still move quickly enough to get there as soon as possible.
Eight minutes had passed, and Keith was finally near the edge of the field. He looked through his scope at Morales. He was scanning the area for Keith and just as he thought, he was kneeling behind Light. There was no way he could risk that shot…not in this situation. He called Light’s Smartphone. “
I take it you’ve arrived?” Morales asked as soon as he answered. “Yeah, I’ve arrived, but I want insurance that you won’t shoot me until I’m in the center of the field.”
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Please, Mr. Greyfield, I’m a man of honor…besides, what’s more insulting than a sniper gunned down in the center of a wide open field. Mwahehehh, I’m surprised you agreed to it…does this mongrel mean that much to you?...as much as oh, let’s say…a brother?” Keith didn’t like the tone with which Morales said that.
Will he kill Light before me? Suddenly the game had changed and Keith was second guessing the plan…he checked his watch timer. One minute remaining. He had to risk it. He laid down his rifle as he slowly walked toward the center of the field. “Your brother was a bad man, Morales…he paid for his crimes. I was hoping you’d learn a lesson from his fate…to change for-"
"Take off the ghillie suit too, I don’t want you disappearing in the tall grass after I shoot you…you could pretend to get shot, and try to slink away…was that your plan?”
Keith gave a surprised look to Morales…he knew he was watching him through his scope. He reluctantly took off the ghillie suit, sneaking a glance at his watch as he did so. ’10 seconds’ he continued to walk slowly until he was near the center of the field.
“You know that whole argument you made…about you wanting revenge for your brother because I killed him?”
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“What about it?” Morales asked in a carefree attitude, looking at the man suddenly stare straight at him and smile in his scope.
“I have a wolf…
Your argument is invalid.” he heard the ex-Marine say over the Smartphone.
The rifle was suddenly pulled out from under ‘The Chameleon’ and swung into his chin knocking him off the ground and sending him backwards.
“Qué…” Morales asked, dazed. Light continued to strike the man that was holding him hostage not moments ago, with the heavy end of the rifle, until he overheard Keith’s voice over his phone on the ground.
”10-34 Alpha Tango Juan Morales One Zero Mike”
He stumbled a bit but regained his balance as he realized he was holding a Cheytac in his hands and Morales was on the ground...
and in bad shape.
“Good job, Light! You got him,” Keith shouted from the field as he began running toward Light.
“Are you okay, Light?” Keith asked as he quickly checked Light over for injuries, before hugging him. “I thought I told you to stay put,” he looked at the wolf in a scolding manner.
Light wasn’t exactly sure what happened, but he was glad Keith was okay so he hugged him back. “I’m sorry, Keith,” he replied, tears forming in his eyes. “I promise I won’t disobey you again…at least not on purpose.”
Keith laughed and ruffled the fur on the wolf’s head. He took Morales’ weapons off of him and started walking away.
Light picked up his Smartphone and followed Keith but looked back at the man groaning and bleeding, clearly in pain…his legs were broken, so there’s no way he could have walked out of there.
Are we really going to leave him here?...I mean, he’d do that to us, but aren’t we better than that?
Keith took his phone and pushed the button to dial RMMS. After a couple of rings someone picked up. “Hey, this is Keith Greyfield… password: bravo delta echo echo charlie zero two one, yeah, I’d like to request a pickup at these coordinates…” he said as he copied the coordinates from his GPS system on his Smartphone. “…Juan ‘The Chameleon’ Morales…There’s a bounty? Yeah, have it transferred into my account, thanks.” He hung up and put the phone away. “So, Light…” he said turning to the wolf. “How was that for our last unassigned job with RMMS?”
Light looked at Keith with an aside glance, complete with raised eyebrow, that said, ‘
Oh it was fine, except for the being held hostage and the pain, and the fear…’
Keith laughed, heartily. “Yeah, I think it could have been better too.” He pulled the wolf beside him with his arm over his neck and rubbed his head again.
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“I don’t believe this?!” Martin shouted furiously at the wolf and ex-Marine seated in the chairs opposite the desk from him. They hung their heads in shame as they took the full force of the assault from the Lucky Charm Grove’s owner. “I haven’t hired you and already, you get attacked…and
at the shelter no less. …not only that, you didn’t inform the police…” he was pacing back and forth behind the desk, his fury knowing no bounds. “This is not the kind of scandal I want the day before opening!”
“W..Well I th-“ Keith started.
Martin banged his fist on the desk, interrupting Keith…the fury of his drunken father showing in his eyes. “I hope you have a good explanation for this…” he said with an icy cold tone.
“Sir…” Keith said calmly. “No one was hurt, RMMS is discreet at handling these types of things, and since I’m still under their employ, I’m taking full advantage of their resources in making sure nobody knows what happened. I already informed Miss Sunman to explain to those working here that night that it was a mandatory safety drill...” Keith stood and placed a hand on the desk looking Martin in the eyes. “…and I know if the police had gotten involved, so would the media…and you
know they would have
loved to spin this story...it wouldn’t have been pretty.” He turned around and sat back down. Light was looking from Keith to Martin, worried a little that a fight between the two would break out at any moment. He felt it best not to mention the piece of the residency building that was missing from the bullet that hit it.
Martin sat down in his chair. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Keith. “Alright, you get one more shot…but the next time something happens to my shelter, you’re gone…understand? I can’t keep a liability hired as an employee.”
Keith and Light stood at their chairs and stood at attention. “Understood sir!” They replied in Unison.
Martin chuckled. “Okay you two, get out of here. I understand we’ll be getting the rest of the security forces, soon?”
Keith and Light eased up on their stances. “That is correct, sir.” Keith replied.
“Well, I have some trainers I want them to look forward to.” Martin smiled mischievously. “We’ll make the Navy SEALs look like Navy seal pups.”
*snrk* Light held up a paw to his mouth. Keith looked over at him. “What?” Light replied. “…it was kind of funny.”
Keith and Light left the office and drove back to their house. The bank had cleared it surprisingly fast, and tonight they would finally get to live in it. Keith pulled up to the house and Light hopped out of the car and started hopping up and down on the front porch; Keith following behind, a little more slowly.
My first house… He was enjoying the moment. He eventually joined Light on the porch.
“Excited about our new house, Light?” Keith said, smiling as he unlocked and opened the front door.
“Yes, but I also needed to go to the bathroom,” the wolf replied as he rushed past Keith and frantically searched for the bathroom.
Keith laughed and rolled his eyes as he shut the door to their new house.
The End
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Hope you get a lot of use out of your new tablet. w00t, new page first!
Once again, T.H., you and Pvt. Elliot have managed to amuse me. 
