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Chapter 3

He hadn’t even been driving a minute, before Light had his paws on the steering wheel and his face planted into it. With teeth bared and eyes closed, he was hoping he would vanish. If he had wanted to make a great first impression, he had certainly made an epic fail of it. Officer Bill had pulled him over and was now talking with Martin and Keith beside the police motorcycle.
“Great, Light … just … great,” he whispered to himself through clenched teeth. “Why’d you have to try showing your collar tag when he asked for license and registration?” Of course, that was the only license and registration he had. What else could he have shown?
Outside the car, Keith, Martin and Bill were standing beside the motorcycle. “I don’t care if you have permission from the President!, dogs are not allowed to drive cars,” Bill shouted, shoving the military documents back at Keith. Keith folded them and put them back in his pocket, looking at Martin.
“Technically, he’s a wolf,” Keith said, trying not to make it sound disrespectful.
“I don’t care,” Bill continued, pointing a threatening finger at Keith. “Since you didn’t know the rules, I’ll let you off with a warning this time. But I definitely don’t want to see that canine driving in the neighborhood, for the other pets to see. They might start getting funny ideas, and we don’t want any vehicle related deaths around here. Got it?”
“Yes sir,” Keith replied calmly. “I completely agree with you. I wasn’t thinking about that.” Martin nodded.
“Good.” Bill said, putting on his aviators. He got on the motorcycle and started it up. “Have a nice day,” he said with a stern insincere, manner. Then he made a U-turn with his bike and drove down the street. By this time the residents of the houses within eyesight of the incident had gathered on their lawns. As Martin and Keith walked back to the car, Martin raised his one good hand, and waved them off with his usual smile. “It’s ok everyone, there’s nothing more to see.”
Keith opened the driver’s door and smiled at Light. Light looked like he’d been defeated, and Keith wanted to try cheering him up. “Don’t worry about it, buddy. C’mon.” he motioned for him to step out. Light looked at Keith dejectedly. “Now! That’s an order soldier.” Light smiled. “Yessir,” he said and stepped out. Light took Keith’s spot behind the driver and Martin reclaimed his seat. They resumed their trip to the shelter.

Having witnessed the events that had unfolded in the streets, a head popped back in from behind the curtains. “Can you believe the nerve of that guy?” Bino asked the black cat reading in the chair beside him. Maxwell sighed and placed the novel on the table next to him, pages down, ‘The Red Badge of Courage’ written on its cover. “Bino … You can’t see every new dog that comes into this neighborhood as a threat.”
“I’m serious,” Bino said. “This guy’s asking for trouble. Where does he get off, acting all high and mighty? Just because he’s tall enough to drive.”
“Sounds to me like you’re jealous,” Maxwell responded, with a toothy grin.
“What do I have to be jealous of when I have you?” Bino said with a wink. “Rawr.”
Maxwell looked at Bino, dumbfounded. “Shippers…“ he muttered as he picked up his book and continued reading.
“Grrrr. I hate that wolf so much.” Bino said, getting back on topic and shaking his fist.

*Achoo* Light sneezed and rubbed a finger under his nose. They were still driving past houses in The Gardens. Martin was telling Keith about the position he wanted him to fill at the shelter.
“You would be head of security; in charge of the security offices, personnel. Including operations, training, and supervision, what do you think?”
“It sounds doable,” Keith responded. “How about the pay?” Keith had accepted several jobs since retiring from the military, some of them shady. However, there was one rule he always personally followed, ‘Don’t harm innocent animals.’ From those dealings, Keith had become shrewd and to the point when it came to money.
“The pay is more than standard rate for a Special Forces trainer, but you’ll be paid overtime and benefits are included, healthcare, and life insurance.” Martin responded.
“Sounds good,” Keith nodded in agreement “but I hate commuting. It took me nearly an hour to get to Babylon Gardens. If I do end up working for you, I’m going to need to take up residence locally. I’ve lived in an apartment ever since I’d moved out of my parents’ house, God bless their souls, and I’d like a change of scenery. Are there any decent houses on the market around here.”
“I think I have just the place,” Martin said with a sly smile. He hired only the most trustworthy employees, and he paid them well. He had, in fact, already begun preparing the paperwork for a house on the outskirts of Babylon Gardens for the head of security position he had in mind for Keith. But, it wouldn’t be completed for another two weeks, since the local Greenbank Savings & Loan hadn’t received a down payment yet. Martin had made sure that the bank knew that a well payed employee of the shelter would be moving in, to expedite the house purchasing process. “Ah, here it is now,” he said indicating a house on a 2.5 acre lot.
Keith pulled the car over. The house was yellow in color, that’ll be the first thing to go, Keith thought, and it had seen better days. As it was, it didn’t appear bad for a starter home, but it would need a few things done. Keith saw it as a perfect distance to both the shelter and the farthest end of the neighborhood in case of needed response; neither was further than 8 minutes away. (I hope that’s correct.) “The two and a half acres looks good, right, Light?”
Light’s eyes were sparkling in agreement. Despite spending a lot of time in the wilderness on missions, he’d never really had a wide-open yard at his home to play around on.
“What’s the asking price?” Keith asked.
“Just under $170,000; but as an employee of the shelter you would have the good word put in with the bank and shouldn’t have any problems with moving in within two or three weeks, and with what I’m paying, mortgage shouldn’t be a problem either.”
Keith thought about it for a moment before offering his hand to Martin. “You always know just what to say don’t you?”
“It’s a curse,” Martin replied with a smile. He took Keith’s hand and gave it a shake.
“Ok, sounds like a plan,” Keith said putting the car in drive and continuing down the road toward the shelter.
As they pulled away Light smiled, staring at what was soon to be their new home.

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hehe, really funny this one! And ooo, evil shippers, evil! ;)

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Agree with above statement

and Bino, silly there sometimes x3

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There's Bino and Max Shippers?
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lol If there aren't, there might be now. I hope I didn't start something. I only wrote that segment because of the ship talk on the first page of this topic.

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lol If there aren't, there might be now. I hope I didn't start something.

Well what scares me that there are King and Fox shippers... gays...
Like your avatar btw.

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Like your avatar btw.

Thanks. :D I also have an alternate one of Light without the camo paint.

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Like your avatar btw.

Thanks. :D I also have an alternate one of Light without the camo paint.

Cool. Now if only i could have a original avatar...

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Cool. Now if only i could have a original avatar...
I could make one for you ...
if you proclaim my awesomeness across the interwebz ...
Oh, Rick Griffin's and Valerio's too. Let's not forget about their awesomeness.

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I am touched.
And you are awesome.
*awesome hi-five*

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Private Elliot wrote:
Cool. Now if only i could have a original avatar...
I could make one for you ...
if you proclaim my awesomeness across the interwebz ...
Oh, Rick Griffin's and Valerio's too. Let's not forget about their awesomeness.

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Private Elliot wrote:
lightwolf21 wrote:
Private Elliot wrote:
Cool. Now if only i could have a original avatar...
I could make one for you ...
if you proclaim my awesomeness across the interwebz ...
Oh, Rick Griffin's and Valerio's too. Let's not forget about their awesomeness.

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Oh, and you should own the interwebs.

Valerio's making quite a name for himself if his greatness is being proclaimed. :P

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Valerio's making quite a name for himself if his greatness is being proclaimed. :P

thank you thank you my dear subj---FRIENDS!
Now, all that remains to conquer the forum is
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Watch out people (and pets)! :shock: He's just crazy enough to do it.

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Valerio's making quite a name for himself if his greatness is being proclaimed. :P

thank you thank you my dear subj---FRIENDS!
Now, all that remains to conquer the forum is
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Watch out people (and pets)! :shock: He's just crazy enough to do it.

VALERIO IS A BOY?
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/mindsnap

I understand that Valeria is a girl name, but the Valerio shoudl've been a giveaway, though
and thank you for the 'boy' part, since I'm 42 :?

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I say it, "VALERIOOOOOOO"

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I say it, "VALERIOOOOOOO"

I love you Sinder. :D

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I understand that Valeria is a girl name, but the Valerio shoudl've been a giveaway, though
and thank you for the 'boy' part, since I'm 42 :?

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I am now officially afraid to ask what were you thinking about me.... :? :shock:

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I am now officially afraid to ask what were you thinking about me.... :? :shock:

Well, by the way you would always act and such, i always thought you were a girl.

/retarded post by me
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Just do what I do. Still think of him as a girl. I'm sure he doesn't mind.

I'm still thinking of him as a girl after all. ;)

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RUNNN RUUUUN!
Um... Just disregard everything i said above 'kay?

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Cool fic there lightwolf. Val is 42? Well, the age doesn't bother me. Val, you suppose to put those kind of things in spoilers.


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Cool fic there lightwolf. Val is 42? Well, the age doesn't bother me. Val, you suppose to put those kind of things in spoilers.

Thanks Barkeron :D I'm hoping to put up the next chapter soon. It's a long one. -_-;

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Cool fic there lightwolf. Val is 42? Well, the age doesn't bother me. Val, you suppose to put those kind of things in spoilers.

I just learnt I am a freak :(

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Cool fic there lightwolf. Val is 42? Well, the age doesn't bother me. Val, you suppose to put those kind of things in spoilers.

I just learnt I am a freak :(

*Pats Valerio's shoulder* there there. He didn't mean it like that. He's just saying the over-exaggeration of people's reaction to your age is much like that of reactions caused by people's spoilers. I'm sure no one is being serious. :D ...well, except Light when he's on missions; then he's uber serious.

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*Pats Valerio's shoulder* there there. He didn't mean it like that. He's just saying the over-exaggeration of people's reaction to your age is much like that of reactions caused by people's spoilers. I'm sure no one is being serious. :D


Yeah what he said Valerio, like I said the age doesn't bother me. (Thanks for the backup lightwolf).


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OK, I haven't been very fair to everyone. I decided to write a really long chapter and it's not even half done. Rather than making you all wait a whole other week or two for me to finish it, I decided to post it in sections so you're not bored out of your minds. Took me a whole 2 hours to figure out how to get my avatar to do that. Note about the formatting: Spanish dialogue followed by words in < > is an English translation and words in < > is just Spanish dialogue but written in English. Hopefully it isn't too confusing. :? Anyway without further adieu, here's the next chapter. Enjoy :D

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Chapter 4 (part 1)

Soon after they’d left the property, it was silent among the three. Keith couldn’t take it anymore. He had wanted to be polite and wait for Martin to explain what happened to his arm, but it seemed like he wasn’t going to. So he decided to ask. “So …” he whispered. “If you don’t mind, could you tell me what happened to your arm?”
Martin wondered why Keith was whispering, but happened to look over his shoulder, and saw Light sleeping.
“Light gets tired after riding in a vehicle for a while,” Keith quietly answered Martin’s unasked question, while still watching the road.
Martin shook his head, his smile disappeared. He quietly proceeded to tell Keith about the sinister events that transpired during the assassin-pack crisis. (Valerio’s Story Series Season 1 – Episode 10) He didn't leave out any grisly detail, as the ex-marine listened with increasing interest ...
Eventually, Martin came to the climax of the story. "The last of the dogs had come for me, threatening to kill more innocents if I tried to avoid the confrontation.” Martin started to tear up. He had been increasing in volume throughout the explanation. “So, after leaving my beloved ones in the house and sealing it, I met with that...thing. He went for my throat, but in the end, knowing that no other options were left, I went for his." Martin snickered, but turned very pale at that memory. "As the dog lunged, I used his own momentum to stick my left arm down his throat, and crush his windpipe. It worked, but unfortunately, he was able to bite my arm clean off before he died. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, with his one good hand, trying to hide the tears. “I killed him, I didn’t have a choice, but … I still regret it.” After a moment, he seemed to have calmed down, as he was wearing his usual smile. “Amazing. The advances in medicine, we’ve achieved,” Martin said, indicating his bandaged arm.
Keith had listened to the story intently while driving, still staring straight ahead at the road. He could only think of one word to describe this man, admirable. “Yes, they are, amazing,” he responded, smiling.
Light turned over in his sleep, and smacked his lips.

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Columbia 2009

In a small town, a street full of people were shopping, playing, and going about their business. A man sat on the front porch of a bank. He was hunched over, head down, face partially covered by a jacket hood. His hands were in the jacket’s pockets. His eyes looked around nervously from behind the cloth hiding his identity. From deep within the tree line, about half a mile away from the village, Light was staring at him through a pair of prototype Steiner 10x50 Range Finder Binoculars. Keith had used a specially developed spray paint for use on animal fur, his own invention, to camouflage Light for the general area. Light had also added his own touches with some native foliage to enhance the effect. He had been scanning the town for possible obstacles to the reconnaissance that was taking place, when he noticed the suspicious character. Light placed a claw on his earpiece attached to his collar radio, like a Secret Service agent. “Bravo One, we may have a problem.”
Across the street from the bank, Keith, was tucked away in a narrow alley, sitting up against a wall, his head to one side. He was partially dressed in native Colombian clothing, his face covered by a San Francisco Giants baseball cap, a half empty bottle of aguardiente laying beside him. The people in the street passed by, paying him no mind. He was there for a reason. On the other side of the wall, inside the building, there was a discussion taking place, a discussion that would reveal the location of their target, Carlos Diego Morales: drug trade kingpin, ruthless, ex-Colombian Military Officer, commander of a small army, and kicker of puppies. Keith and Light had tracked the cartel to the higher echelons of its organization.
Keith recognized the voice of Carlos’ younger brother, Juan Camilo ‘the Chameleon’ Morales. He was discussing with the group the location of the next pickup. “Mi hermano, el líder supremo, va a ser a cargo de esta. Él quiere dar a los clientes la más fresca, que va a darles la más frescos. Esta vez será recoger la mercancía directamente desde la fuente. <My brother, supreme leader, is going to be overseeing this. He wants to give the clients the freshest; he’ll give them the freshest. This time they’ll be picking up the merchandise straight from the source.>” he said, emphasizing the words by banging on the table with his fist. “Aquí, voy a escribir la ubicación. Asegúrese de llevar la fuerza de seguridad habituales.” <Here, I'll write down the location. Make sure to bring the usual security forces.>"
Suddenly, Keith heard Light over the concealed earpiece. He looked around and saw the man sitting on the steps of the bank. This wasn’t good. Keith knew a first time bank robber when he saw one. The nervousness, the hood covering the face, and he was wearing sunglasses, despite it being overcast. From his line of sight, Keith knew Light couldn’t see him, and there was no way to signal him without giving away his position. He had to buy some time until the conclusion of the meeting. A bank robbery was the last thing he needed right now. It was times like this he wished Light wasn’t a wolf. It would be much easier for him to walk around towns with him. Keith decided to risk it.
Light was still waiting for his response from Keith. He hadn’t seen him come out of the alley so he must have still been there. He concluded the only reason he wasn’t responding was because he couldn’t. Then, suddenly, he heard a reply over the radio, “Myanmar, ‘07.” Light recalled the scenario and responded instantly. He stood up once he was out of view of the village and ran to their camp. Then, after hiding their gear, but not before grabbing a stack of magnetic tracking device, he sprinted through the trees as quickly as possible being careful not to be seen. He came around to the side of the village where he had seen some Mercedes-Benz and BMWs parked. He was still far enough into the forest to not be seen by the villagers, but the forest was only a few yards from the town on this side. Luckily, there didn’t appear to be very many people, but there were a few stray dogs and cats. Light picked up a small rock and threw it in front a skinny, young, naïve looking cat with gray, matted fur and a hungry look in its eyes; drawing its attention. The curious cat walked into the forest to see who had thrown the rock. “Pssst* Light whispered to it, the cat looked in his direction. “Habla Ingles?”
“Si,” the cat replied, “Yes. I learn from American TV.”
Light came out from behind the tree slowly, holding an open can of tuna. The cat’s jaw slackened and his eyes turned to needle points, the dog was bigger than any dog he’d seen and was colored like a monster. He wanted to run, but his stomach was overriding his instinct. Light set the tuna down in front of the cat and sat down. “I need a favor.” he pleaded.
The cat slowly walked forward sniffing the tuna, it was the freshest smelling fish he’d ever had the privilege to experience.
“I will give you 500 dollares Americana if you put these,” Light said, showing him the tracking devices, “on those.” He pointed to the cars. “But you can’t be seen. Got it? No vista.”
“Money.” The cat said, after having polished off the tuna.
Light showed him the $500 but pulled it away when the cat grabbed at it. “Ah-ah-ah, not until after the job. I think I’ve proven my trustworthiness with the fish.”
The cat thought about it for a brief moment, then nodded. He took the tracking devices given to him by Light and casually walked towards the cars. Light got out his binoculars and watched the cat go to work. “The kid’s a natural,” he said to no one in particular. The back door opened to what appeared to be a restaurant. Light turned the binoculars to the doorway and a man walked out carrying a trash bag. Light turned the binoculars back to where he last saw the cat and cursed. He didn’t see the cat anywhere, at first he though the cat had ditched the job, but after the man went back inside he saw movement in one of the wheel wells. “Hoo-boy, nice one, cat.”
When the last tracking device was placed, the cat walked back to where he first met Light. But when he got there, he didn’t see anyone. “Chucho estúpido!” he yelled. Then he spotted it. The cat’s eyes widened. “Dios, mio.”
There was $1000, on the ground with a note attached with a rubber band. Buen trabajo. No lo gaste en un solo lugar. Recuerde, usted nunca me vio. –Anon <Good job. Don’t spend it all in one place. Remember, you never saw me.> – Anon
The cat smiled, turned and left.

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Keith had gotten up after ‘telling’ Light what to do. He had hoped to save some money on the mission but he had to call an audible. He sighed. He picked up the bottle and took a swig, swaying a bit and hamming it up. When no one was watching, he spit it out. He ‘staggered’ walking across the street to the bank. He kept his head down and used the baseball cap to cover his face. Oye, ¿tienesh un shigarrijo? <Hey, do yoush havsh a shigrette.> with the best slurred Spanish he could manage he asked the nervous looking man sitting on the steps. The man looked up and then fumbling with his jacket pockets brought out the cigarettes, but a knife came out with them and fell to the ground. As the man reached for the knife, Keith placed it boot over it and put his finger to his lips looking at the man. The man looked very scared. “Shhh, que esta bien.” <Shhh, it’s ok.> Keith reassured him.
From the position he was in to grab the knife, the man sat back down. He placed his face in his hands. A foreigner?
“Habla Ingles?” Keith quietly asked. The man just shook his head. Keith offered the bottle of aguardiente to the man, without removing his boot from the knife. "<You don’t look like a bank robber.>” The man looked a little surprised, but the stranger didn’t seem like a normal person. He took the bottle and gulped a mouthful, coughing afterwards.
“<Let’s talk over there>” Keith said, indicating the alley he was in before. “<you’re attracting too much attention>” Keith stealthily slipped the knife into his boot and they both walked across the street. “<My name is Juan Do,>” Keith said, offering his hand. “<What’s your name?>”
The man switched the bottle to his other hand and shook Keith’s, he was almost beginning to regret thinking about going through with the robbery. “<My name is Hector Garcia… and you’re right, I’m not a bank robber.>”
They sat in the alley; Keith was against the wall again. “<Then why were you planning on robbing that bank?>”
“<Well, what about you? How’d you know?>”
“<I’m a cop,>” Keith lied, “<I’m here on vacation from California, Edgar Rentería, is my favorite baseball player,>” he continued, pointing to his baseball cap. “<I’ve always wanted to visit this country.>”
“<You speak Spanish very well,>” Hector looked at ‘Juan’ suspiciously.
“<Well, like I said, I’m from California.>”
Hector shrugged. “<I’m at the end of my rope. My pet cat, Alandra, is very ill … she’s my whole life. I don’t have the money to get treatment, and I don’t know how much time she has left…>” as the man was talking, his eyes were tearing up and by the end he was full on sobbing.
Keith was staring at the man and listening to the meeting behind him, on the other side of the wall. Unfortunately he hadn’t heard the location of the next pickup, and it was ending. He heard chairs scooting away from the table. He hoped Light had been able to pull off the assignment he’d given him. “<Did you consider, what would have happened to her if you’d been taken to jail, or worse, killed.>” he said to Hector.
He shook his head, his hands over his eyes.
“<I think the best thing you can do right now, is spend time with her, ok?>”
Hector nodded, and wiped the tears from his eyes, he seemed to have calmed down. “<You’re right, of course.>”
The back door to the building opened and Keith looked down the alley to see some men getting into vehicles. One of them, a large bald man with hairy arms, was waving goodbye to the others and started walking down the alley towards the two of them. He stopped midway, undid his zipper and starting urinating on the wall.
“<Excuse me a moment,>” Keith said to Hector. He walked to where the man was urinating and stood beside him. Keith stared at him and smiled. The man looked at him. “¿Que carajo quieres?” Keith whipped out a taser and tased him. The man slumped down between some garbage bags and a trash bin.
Hector ran over, “<What are you doing? Do you want to die? That man is dangerous, he’s one of the cartel big wigs.>” Keith ignored him and continued searching the man’s pockets. “¡Aí dios mío, aí dios mío…! Hector continued quietly, trying not to attract attention. He was pacing back and forth.
Keith took out a cell phone from the man and began searching the menus for files. He opened one that looked promising and smiled. <Wednesday Drop: 02:30am – Location: 11°22'37"N, 72°08’51”W> Hector watched as he quickly took out his Smartphone and connected it to the man’s cell phone. After downloading everything he replaced the man’s cell phone and stole the money out of his wallet. “<You need to get out of here.>” he said to Hector.
Hector nodded and walked out of the alleyway towards the street and walked down it towards his home, thankful he didn’t try to rob the bank. He remembered something important that he saw. <Wednesday … 2:30am 11°22’37”>
After Hector left towards the street, Keith peered out from behind the trash bin towards the other end of the alleyway where the parking lot was. All the other men that were in the meeting had left. He jogged quietly towards the woods through the parking lot. He spotted a young cat nearby sticking a large sum of money under his arm, trying to hide it, but just continued towards the forest, with a smirk.

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The young gray cat didn’t think much of the man that was running by, only that he might have stolen the money if he’d seen it. He hurried along the edge of town with the new-found money towards the house of the most beautiful cat he’d ever known. With this money he felt he could finally ask Alandra to be his girlfriend.
Several minutes later, Hector arrived at his house. “<Alandra, I’m home>,” he called out entering the living room.
Alandra was lying in her bed, lying against the best pillow they had, and reading a book on how to speak English. She coughed as Hector arrived. “<Hi, dad.>” she replied weakly.
It broke his heart every time he saw her like this, and she was like this every time he had seen her these last two weeks. He knelt down and kissed her on the forehead. “<I can’t take seeing you in pain anymore” he said, his eyes watering over. “I’ve got to do something for you.” he continued, embracing her.
“<You’re here, that is enough for me.>” Alandra replied, returning the hug.
“<Wait here, I’ll make dinner.>” Hector said, while Alandra returned to her book. He went to the kitchen, tears streaming down his face. After he pulled himself together, he grabbed the phone and called his friend that ran a small PC café on the other side of town. After the phone rang a few times, a man picked up on the other line. “¡aló!”
“<Hello. David? It’s me Hector.>” he said quietly, so as not to disturb Alandra.
“<Hello Hector! How can I help you, my friend?>”
“<I need you to look something up on Google Earth for me.>”
“<Of course, of course, just let me open it up here.>” then after several moments, “<Ok, go ahead, ask me anything.>”
“<Where is 11°22’37” located?>” There was a pause from the other end.
“<Those could be coordinates, but I don’t know if they’re North, South, East, or West. Do you have anything else to go with them?>”
Dang it, why can’t I remember the other coordinate number? Hector thought for a moment. “<Yes, it should be nearby … somewhere in Colombia?>” He heard typing from the other end of the line.
“<Ok, it looks like it’s a longitudinal line that runs through Colombia. But it’s not a very exact location.>”
“<Can you see if there is anything near our town on the line? A structure or building, perhaps?>”
There was another pause. “<I think I see something here on the map, around 11°22'37"N, 72°08’51”W>”
“<Ah yes, now I remember,>” Hector replied. “<Thank you so much for your help David.>”
“<But why did you n->” was all Hector heard from the phone before he hung up.
At that moment, in the living room a knock was heard at the window by Alandra’s bedside. Alandra looked at the window and saw a young, lanky, gray cat, waving enthusiastically on the other side. “Toni!” she exclaimed, smiling.
Alandra was the type of cat that treated others based on their character, not their social status. The fact that Antonio didn’t have an owner meant little to her. Antonio opened up the window from his side. “Hola, Ali.” He replied walking towards her. He lay down beside her and they hugged, rubbed their noses together.
Hector was watching from the kitchen. He was happy that Alandra had found a friend. She seemed in good spirits whenever he visited and that helped calm him down. He went back to preparing dinner while planning Wednesday morning’s ‘activity’ in his head.
Alandra unconsciously twirled her claw around one of the ends of a dirty piece of yarn wrapped around her collar tag. Antonio smiled. He’d given her that as a present when they first met, and he’d never seen her without it. “<How are you doing today, Ali?>” he asked.
“<Better, now that you’re here?>” she responded licking his nose.
He smiled, “<That’s great. I need to talk to your dad a moment.>”
He got up from where he was lying beside her and walked into the kitchen. Alandra watched as he walked away, a slightly confused look on her face.
Antonio cleared his throat *ahem* “<Sir, I love your daughter and would like to live with her.>”
Hector looked at him with surprise. After what seemed like minutes, he began laughing, quietly at first but quickly picking up volume. “How could I possibly afford another cat?” He stopped laughing and his face became serious. Then, quietly to Antonio he said, “I can barely afford to keep Ali alive with all these vet visits.”
Antonio took out the $1000 and shoved it at Hector. He was staring into his eyes. “I will do anything he said with quiet intensity.
Hector looked at the cat intently, then at the money he now held in his hand. He seemed to care about Alandra as much as he did, maybe even more so. And he helped raise her spirits when he was around. $1,000 wouldn’t be enough to treat her, but maybe he could afford to keep the grey cat around for a while with this money.
Suddenly, Alandra appeared in the doorway with her paws on her hips. Hector quickly hid the money and looked at Antonio nervously; he looked back at him, also nervous. They both tried to act casual. “<What’s going on here?>” Alandra demanded.
“<Alandra, you should be in bed. The vet said it isn’t good for you to be exerting yourself.>”
She glared at her dad.
“<Um, well, that is to say … Toni here ... is um, well by sheer luck he happened to find some money … apparently … so I said I’d consider letting him stay with us…>” Hector looked at Antonio, “<if he behaves himself, and doesn’t do anything to upset you.>” he added, with a weak attempt at a smile.
“<Um, yeah?>” Antonio said in agreement.

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yummy yummy yummy!
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Did i miss an update or something? Since when then they go to Columbia?

Martin killed a dog.

Now i have new reasons to hate him :?

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Private Elliot wrote:
Did i miss an update or something? Since when then they go to Columbia?

Martin killed a dog.

Now i have new reasons to hate him :?
Lol, no you didn't miss an update. Don't worry about it, all questions will be answered ... eventually. Also, regarding Martin, you need to read Valerio's stories to get that part ... and believe me ... it was much more awesome than I made it sound.

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Private Elliot wrote:
Did i miss an update or something? Since when then they go to Columbia?

Martin killed a dog.

Now i have new reasons to hate him :?

read that episode.
You'll change idea.

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If Google translator could translate grammar better, then maybe. Because half the time it looks like some little kid make it into English, but moved all of the words around so they dont make any sense.

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If Google translator could translate grammar better, then maybe. Because half the time it looks like some little kid make it into English, but moved all of the words around so they dont make any sense.
Yeah, I know. :( But in my opinion Valerio's stories are so good it's worth it. I'm currently trying to translate them using Google Translator, but it's slow going.

P.S. At first, I wasn't too sure about your avatar, Elliot (even though I made it). But it's grown on me; I don't think I would change anything about it. (The word d'awwww, comes to mind.)

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*blushes* thank you 'Wolf!
Elliot, I know the translabot is not the better of instruments, but I guess some knowledge comes with practice. Ask Icekitsune, he's following me from the very start :mrgreen:

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I have a googolplex worth of homework to do before Monday (slight exaggeration), so I won't be working on my fan-fiction for a while. But, in the meantime I'm opening the Q&A panel to ask me any questions you might have about the story or my characters (or Valerio's characters? :| ). For example, what they like to do in their free-time, favorite foods, movies, etc?
I know it's a fairly new story and the characters aren't fully developed, but hopefully they are starting to grow on you. These questions will be used to help me develop the characters a bit.
Note: If you think the answer might be a spoiler for others please send me the question by PM. There are no guarantees I will respond if I consider the answer to be a major spoiler.

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I like that it's different. Keep up the good work.

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I like that it's different. Keep up the good work.

Thanks Zeek. :D I'm hoping to post more soon.

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