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“I rush here yesterday, and you never even showed up! You’re the one who suggested the time in the first place.”
“Sorry, I had to finish some business with that police dog, Ralph I think his name was.”
“Business you started in the first place.”
“What makes you think that I started it?”
“Because those police dogs would never start something like that in the first place. Speaking of which, I heard that Joey didn’t come out of his room at all yesterday. Did you have something to do with that?”
“Maybe.”
“How could you!? Joey is the nicest dog in the neighborhood.”
“Not to mention that you fell in love with his brother Bino.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“Alright. If you want to know, Joey asked if he could show me around town yesterday. I let him, but pretty soon he was talking about his friends and how they always end up fighting about everything. He must have thought that I cared or something. It was getting annoying, so I decided to get him to stop. I said ‘Why won’t you stop talking!? I’ve had all that I can take! If you don’t like all of your weird friends then go make some new ones or something. If you can that is. You role-playing weirdo, jeeze.’ Then I walked away before he recovered from his shock.”
“That- that’s horrible! How can you do something like that?”
“It was easy. I looked right at him and said it.”
“I- I’m going. I can’t keep talking to you. I thought you were nice.”
“Well you thought wrong.”
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“What happened last night?”
Bino woke up in his living room. It was an absolute mess.
The coffee table was knocked over, the couch had been slid across to the wrong side of the room, there was a lamp with its shade missing laying on the ground, the curtains had been pulled from the windows, empty cans of soda where everywhere, and after looking around, Bino saw Max lying in a corner with the missing lampshade covering his face.
“What happened?” Bino asked himself again. He tried to remember, but that caused him to realize that he had a massive headache.
“Ow Ow Ow! My head is killing me.”
I think I remember what happened though. Max was still depressed over what had happened when we both met Prowler, and I’ve been depressed over, well, everything that has gone on this week.
We decided that a soda or two might help us relax a little bit.
“
Uhhhh…” Max moaned from across the room.
Bino looked around at all of the empty cans again.
It looks like we had more than just a few. We must have kept going until we passed out. Bino looked at the carnage again.
And judging by the destruction and my headache, we got pretty crazy before that happened.
Despite all of that, my problems still exist. I still have a crush on a cat, I still invited her to the GODC, and I can’t do anything to stop her from coming or Prowler will skin me alive.
“AHHH!” Bino yelled.
Why did that dog have to come and ruin my life!
“
Keep it down.” Bino heard Max mumble. “
Some of us had too much soda last night. Jeez, my head is killing me.” Max was still lying in the corner with the lampshade still covering his face. “
I think I’ll just stay right here for awhile."
Bino continued thinking.
How can I ever go out in public again? I invited a cat to my dog only club. I can’t stop her, but if anyone finds out, I’ll be kicked out of the very club that I started. My life here is doomed.
Maybe I could just run away. Get away from everything and everyone. Leave my collar here, go find a nice shelter somewhere, get adopted by a new family and live in a new town, new pets to make friends with, no Prowler or Kyria anymore. It’s perfect.
Except, I would have to leave all of my friends behind. Fox, Rex… Sasha? Well, she is- …was my girlfriend, so I think she counts.
It’s not a long list, but they are my friends. I can’t just leave them, can I?
Not to mention running away would be harder than it sounds. There would probably be a picture of me at all of the shelters, and Fido would probably pull every string he could to make sure that I was found and brought back. What should I do?
Just then, Bino heard Jeff walking down the stairs toward the living room.
First thing first, I need to come up with a reason for dad not to kill us when he sees what happened in here Bino thought.
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“Come on Stealer, you have to come.”
Fox and Stealer were sitting in Fox’s kitchen, eating breakfast. Fox had been trying to convince Stealer to go to the next GODC meeting, with little success.
“I’m not trying to be rude Fox, but I just don’t want to go.”
It might seem like a good idea for Stealer to go because he could ask around and see of anyone has seen or heard about Jiff, but Jiff had said that his student had ears everywhere. Asking around would be a very bad idea, especially if his student was in the area. Stealer knew that looking for Jiff was something that he had to do alone.
Fox took another bite from his bowl of cereal, then said “Come on. Just come to one meeting, that’s all that I am asking. Almost all of the dogs go.”
That was another one of Stealer’s fears about going. If Jiff’s student was in the area, he could also go to the meeting. And if they met, would he be able to read his eyes just like Jiff could? Stealer wasn’t sure, Jiff never said he could, but he never said he couldn’t either.
Stealer took a bite out of the breakfast bar he was eating and then said “I just don’t want to go Fox.”
I need to make some kind of reason not to go. “I mean, I’m still getting over Sandy dumping me. “
“That’s why you should come.” Fox said before Stealer could continue. “I’m not trying to hook you up with someone; I’m just trying to help you make some new friends. If you don’t go to at least one meeting, everyone is going to think you’re strange.”
Stealer had never considered that.
I guess he’s right. I don’t want to raise suspicion on me because I won’t go a meeting. And it couldn't hurt to make a few friends while I’m here anyway. I don’t want everyone to think I’m unfriendly or something.
“Well…” Stealer had a thoughtful look on his face. “I guess you’re right. It wouldn’t hurt to make some friends, so I’ll go to the next meeting. But I’m going to hold off on joining until I see what it’s like for myself.”
“That’s all I’m asking.” Fox said. He got up and put his bowl in the sink. “I’m sure you’ll want to join anyway. Almost every dog does.”
Stealer finished his breakfast bar, and then said “We’ll see.”
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“What do you mean you don’t have anything?” Fido asked.
“No one’s heard of him before.” Spo said. “I even sent out for mice from all of the local towns, and still nothing. No one knows.”
Fido couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Right up until five seconds ago, he never thought that it was possible for the mice not to have information on someone. They always knew something. But if Spo couldn’t find anything, there was nothing to be found. This could only mean one thing.
“He is trying to hide something. And he has been doing it for a long time. Long enough to become experienced enough to prevent even the mice from learning anything.” Fido said.
“I can’t say for sure, but only someone with a lot of skill could do that.” Spo said.
Fido got out of his bed. He had been stuck there for a few days while his ankle got better. It was now, and he was actually scheduled to go back to work tomorrow.
“Where are you going?” Spo asked.
“I’m going to the police station. Now that I can walk again, I’m going to search for him in the computer. There has to something on him somewhere.” Fido said as he walked toward the door.
“Wait!” Spo yelled. Fido stopped before he went out the door.
“I’m telling you, it won’t do any good. There’s nothing on him. I looked as hard as I could, if there was anything, I would have found it.” Spo said. “You’ll be wasting your time.”
“You’re wrong Spo.” Fido said, “There is nothing local on him. The farthest that your connections can get info is about one-hundred miles on the best of best days. And from that far away, the info is iffy at best. At the police station, I can search across the country. And I know that the information I get will be accurate.”
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Fido walked into the gym at the police station. Someone said that Ralph was here, but Fido was not expecting what he saw.
Ralph was sparring with three guys at the same time.
“COME ON!” Ralph yelled. “DON’T STOP! ATTACK ME AGAIN! AND DON’T GIVE ME ANY MERCY!” The three guys all ran at him at the same time, punching and kicking as fast as they could.
Ralph blocked everything with an intensity that Fido had never seen. Every time an opening occurred, Ralph would throw a punch or kick at one of the guys. He was pushing himself harder than Fido had ever seen.
Fido was getting ready to step in and stop the match before someone got hurt, but one of the trainers beat him to it.
“Ralph, that’s enough. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. Go take a break before you pass out.”
“Fine.” Ralph said with a low voice that almost sounded like a growl. He was not happy about being forced to take a break.
As he was walking to a bench, he saw Fido standing at the door. Ralph decided to go talk to him for a little bit.
Ralph walked up and with a friendly tone said “Hey Fido, looks like your ankle is better.”
“Are- you ok Ralph?” Fido asked with hesitation in his voice.
“I’m just fine. What makes you ask?”
“Well… It’s not like you to act so casual.” Fido looked at the three men that Ralph had been sparring with. They were all gasping for
breath, leaning on whatever was near them. They had probably been training with Ralph all morning. “Especially after doing that.” Fido said motioning to the men. “I came here to check something on the computer, but I think we should have a talk in private. Now.”
They both walked into the locker room so they could have a little privacy while talking.
Before Fido could say anything, Ralph said “Don’t bother looking up that dog. You won’t find anything on him.”
Fido was almost in shock. He thought that Ralph might have already looked up Prowler, but there was still nothing? How could that be?
“There has to be something.” Fido said. “Are you sure that you checked everywhere?”
“I checked everywhere and then some. There was nothing.”
Alright, so there’s no information on Prowler, but we came in here to talk about what happened out there.
Almost like he could read Fido’s mind, Ralph said “I had another encounter with him yesterday. That’s why I’m pushing myself really hard right now.”
Fido sat down on a bench. “What could he possibly do to make you want to train like that? It’s not like he could beat our squad if we need to go after him for something. We’ve seen the way he uses our power against us, so we can easily adjust.”
Ralph looked down at the ground. “No, you can’t beat him. During our encounter yesterday, I saw what he was capable of doing. He could take those three men I was training with as a warm-up.”
Ralph looked back up at Fido. “He even told me that he once tried to kill another dog. I know he wasn’t lying, I could see it in his eyes.” He looked Fido right in the eyes. “I could see it, he tried to kill another dog, and he is going to try and finish the job one day. No matter the cost.”
Ralph broke eye contact. Fido couldn’t believe what Ralph was saying. Not only was he saying that this dog was unbeatable, but he was training so he could try and be able to fight him if he ever needed to. “Ralph, surely you know that fighting three people at once is insane. And if you’re saying what I think you’re saying, you’re going to fight more and more until you no longer stand any kind of chance at all. Why would you do that?”
“Because- Because I’ve always been good at being a cop.”
Fido was surprised and confused by that answer, but Ralph explained before Fido had a chance to ask.
“I’ve always been good at this job. Everything has always come naturally to me, from being a squad leader to the martial arts that I need to know. That’s not saying I didn’t try my best at all times, I did. But I finally found something that I can’t handle.” Ralph clenched his paws into fists. His voice started to show traces of anger. “If that dog Prowler was to try and do anything, or hurt someone, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.” His voice now clearly showed his frustration and anger. “I just can’t live with that. I… I JUST CAN’T!!” He yelled as he punched one of the lockers.
Fido only stared at Ralph. He had never seen him like this before. It was scary to see Ralph, a dog who was always in control of his emotions when it came to his job, lose it. Even if it was only for a second.
Ralph looked back at Fido. “I have to try. I can’t stand by knowing that I can’t do anything. I need to do my best to be ready, even if it is impossible.”
I need to go visit Sabrina and Tarot, Ralph is going to train himself useless otherwise. Fido thought.
END
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And there it is. Things are getting exciting.