Small Town Sheriff, Big Problems: Chapter 3: "Now It's War."
Chapter Three!
I know i have been posting only this series lately, but I am stuck on What Universe Am I In, I don't know where to take it next. If you guys have any ideas, PM me, I'd appreciate the help.
There are some allusions to yiff, but none full yet, but there will be.
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"Zack! What are you doing here?!" Dan said as he sat up off the bed, wincing a bit since his side wasn't fully healed yet.
"Your sister gave me a call. Told me what happened and i got here as soon as i could." The stallion said.
"How'd she get a hold of you? You kept moving and we lost contact two years ago when i moved here." Dan said. curious, but still happy.
"She used her government contacts with the DoD. My current employer. I talked to my boss and convinced him i could be the head DoD rep in this case, since i know you guys well." He said, still standing.
"Take a seat by the way, no reason to stand." Dan said, noticing Zack shifting nervously. "So DoD now huh? YOu bring a small army here like Johnson did?" Dan said with a chuckle.
"Nope." Zack said laughing a bit. "Just my government suburban, my guns, and a duffle bag of clothes. Speaking of which, i need to find a hotel."
"Stay here. This old mansion has so many spare rooms the department hardly uses, there is a furnished one next door."
"Thanks i'll so that. Looks like you've gotten yourself into yet another mess." Zack said, motioning to Dan's arm in a sling.
"Nothing big. Just a stabbing and dislocated shoulder. Same one that got messed up in Afghanistan."
"Bro, you could say that about your entire body. Something on on you got messed up every freaking day it seemed." Zack said, as they laughed at the banter.
"I could say that about you too, but I do believe we are pretty even on the life saving part though, last i checked."
"Yeah." Zack said, looking down at the ground. Memories flooded both the furs in a couple of seconds.
_It was hot and sunny that day in Kabul. Dan and his platoon were mobile, driving back from a mission where they cleaned out a Taliban nest. They found a whole lot of nothing, just some booby traps that the bomb team was now taking care of. _
_"Ell tee." A female tabby cat, the platoon's medic, addressed Dan. "When is our next mission? Besides this one, which was kinda quiet, there hasn't been much. I kinda don't like it. Too quiet." _
_Dan pulled his gaze off the traffic in the capital, as it hustled out of the way for the half dozen armored Humvees. Dan looked back at the medic from where he was sitting in the passenger seat. _
_"I don't like it either Fernandez. But be careful what you wish for." He said. _
_"I hate this traffic, makes me nervous as hell. I'm just waiting for one of these cars to blow up." The grey wolf, a corporal who was just 19, said from the drivers seat, as he followed the lead humvee. _
"Be careful what ya wish for Smith." The tiger behind him said, quoting his CO. The four furs chuckled lightly.
The convoy continued to move back toward their base when the radio spoke up. Command was ordering O'Bern's platoon to reinforce a roadblock in the city, about ten blocks away, that was being swarmed by dozens of militants.
_O'Bern ordered his convoy to double time it to the roadblock. THe humvees lurched forward, weaving in and out of cars, receiving glares and horn honking from annoyed locals. One car pulled out on front of O'Bern's humvee, and the Corporal slammed on the break, and the convoy slid to a halt. _
The tiger, who was now manning the 50 caliber machine gun on the roof, yelled at the driver to get out of the way. THe driver didn't respond, and just ignored them. The sergeant gave one last warning, and the driver looked out the window and flipped him the bird.
"Fuck this. Corporal, run the damn car over if you have to. We can't jerk around here right now." Dan said.
"Yes sir." The corporal said, driving the humvee into the old mercedes in front of them. The two vehicles collided, the humvee barely felt it as it pushed the car out into the intersection, now blocked off by the lead humvee. The driver of the car tried to apply the break, but all it caused was burning rubber and screeching. The driver leaned out and yelled again, but after a few seconds there was enough room for the humvees to move around the now smashed car.
_Soon the convoy was moving again and arrived at the scene of the battle. The roadblock was hit hard, one of the cars in line had detonated, thankfully to far from the checkpoint to cause them any harm, but it created chaos. Gunfire and smoke was everywhere, and it was a mess. _
The turrets on the humveed barked back at the gunmen in the windows, and Dan's team climbed out of their humvees, which now created new cover for the beleaguered check point. The battle continued. A white stallion, another young LT, darted over to Dan. They spoke a bit, and continued to fight. Fernandez helped the checkpoint's medic tend to the wounded.
_The stallion darted from cover to retrieve the Checkpoints radio, which had been dropped by the wounded operator. THe stallion grabbed the radio as bullets spattered up dust on the ground. He was about to duck under cover when he took a hit in his chest armor, going down a few yards from cover. _
_"Shit." Dan said, firing his assault rifle. "Cover me!" He yelled, darting out from cover. He grabbed the wounded stallion and brought him back to cover where his wounds were attended too. _
_Another memory. _
About a year later, on his second tour, Dan, now a captain, was walking through the streets of a small town in the middle of nowhere. He was charged with clearing out the small town of insurgents, and he had just accomplished that, and was now on patrol with one of his platoons, waiting for another group to take over the town so he could go on the next mission. He spotted something suspicious a 20 yards away. A small Hyundai sat alone on the curb, it's suspension visibly sagging a great deal, its tire almost touching the housing. Alarms went off in Dan's head, he turned around and signaled to his men.
_"Everyone get back, this car looks loaded! Get back!" Dan said, as he and his men began to run away from the vehicle. It would take a TON of explosives to make a car sag that much. When Dan, flacked by two of his marines, were about 30 yards away, it detonated. _
Dan heard the deafening roar, than silence as his body was hit with a wave of intense heat, and he was flung from his feet, he collided heavily with a wall, his helmeted head smacking into the brick. He felt extreme pain, he put a paw to his back which stung, and it came back red. He looked around, unable to feel his legs. Two of his men lie next to him, both conscious, but suffering similar wound as Captain O'Bern.
_Gunfire rang out, as his me were ambushed and ran for cover. Fernandez ran over, ignoring the bullets peppering the ground around her boots. She slid to a crouch next to dan, and pulled off her medic pack. He shook his head and waived her off. He wanted his men taken care of first. She looked annoyed, but nodded, moving to the soldier next to him. Dan and Fernandez heard a yell, and a jackal waiving an AK-47 charged them. Dan pulled his sidearm and put five shots into him, dropping him. A second later, five more ran at them, followed by a van. Trying to kidnap them most likely. Fernandez pulled her pistol and dropped two, and injured one before it was emptied. The other two, and one who jumped out of the van, came over, weapons ready. _
Then more shots rang out, the three men dropped in a spray of blood, the van's windshield was sprayed with blood as the driver was neutralized. Reinforcements ran over, and grabbed the wounded marines. Dan felt arms loop under his armpits, lifting him up and dragging him into a house. The arms were white and covered on dense, but short fur. He blacked out from blood loss.
Dan was evaced to the army hospital in Kabul, and was there for two weeks. He had suffered major trauma from shrapnel and minor burns from the explosion. He soon found out who his savior was, ironically the stallion he had saved the year before. They were assigned to the same base a month or so later, and even funnier, the same quarters. Despite both being decorated, young captains, room was tight, and only Majors on up got personal quarters. It was there, after serving together for three months that they had an intimate moment. Somehting they never spoke of.
The two veterans and friends snapped out of their memories a few silent moments later.
"Its 10:00am. Want to go grab some breakfast. I know a great diner a friend of mine owns a few minutes away, and I'm ready for something that isn't hospital food." Dan said, breaking the silence.
"Sure! I'm starving." Zack said getting up.
Dan dressed in a new uniform from his locker, and put on the shirts with the help of Zack, since his arm was messed up. Both could practically smell the tension. But soon, Dan, Zack, Kristen and Ian were all ready to head out and grab breakfast. They all piled into Zack's armored DoD suburban, once again followed by Kristen's body guards in the town cars. Dan sat in the passenger seat, giving directions to the small, and popular-with-the-locals diner. They soon pulled into the small lot and parked, laughing at the number of jet black SUVs and sedans with government plates that filled the lot. Only two out of the ten cars, including their's, were civilian.
They entered the diner, and the four took am empty booth, their guards the booth next to them. Furred, and a few human, agents filled nearly every booth, some suited, some not, all armed. This place might have well been smack in the center of D.C.
An elderly human woman walked over. She wore a floral summer dress, had thick, grey hair, and rosy cheeks. She was the towns favorite cook, since she and her husband, and two nieces, operated the small diner. She smiled at the group. But spoke in a mock serious and nagging tone.
"Sheriff! I swear." She said in her southern accent. "These feddies, however polite, are ruining my business. I can't have all these outsiders here!"
Dan smiled. All the townsfolk knew how Phyllis and Eugene protected their diner. The food was heavenly, and Zagat tried to rate it and feature it in its magazine, but Phillis ran them out the door with her shotgun as the patrons laughed. A few months later, Phantom Gourmet tried to feature it on their TV show. This time Phyllis and several towns folk ran them out of town, while Dan and Allison looked out, their sides splitting with laughter. Even though both Zagat and P.G. gave her bad ratings, and called her looney, she didn't mind. Her diner was for the townsfolk only, and she didn't want a bunch of tourists and travellers marring the comfortable, familiar atmosphere, where you always ran into a friendly face.
"I'm trying Phyllis. This mess is giving me a headache." Dan responded, smiling at the short little old lady. Despite him sitting, and she standing, they were eye to eye.
Phyllis and her family were the only humans in the town. This town was a rare kind, all furs. Most towns had a mix, where the majority could be either humans or furs. But there many more dominantly human towns than dominantly fur towns. The previous sheriff had to deal with many humans trying to mess with the furs here, and even spray painted Phyllis' truck with the words "Fur lover". They were run out of town, and never messed with it again.
The four ate their meals, chatting and catching up. For once there was something to talk about besides the situation.
As they paid the bill, they heard tires screeching and yelling. A rock came through the window and landed on Zack's plate.
"Fur lovers go die." Zack read the note out loud so everyone there could hear him. Then shots rand out. Everyone hit the ground and ducked behind the counter as the windows shattered, and the diner was sprayed with machine gun fire. Pots and pans fell from the bullets, coffee pots and pitchers of juice broke, spilling their contents. The fire stopped, and everyone looked up the see a bright red van, with a the flag of the supposedly dead Human League on the side, drive away, as it was shot at by locals and law enforcement officers, the side door open as a human with an Uzi ducked back in.
No one was injured, and everyone who was armed, including Phyllis and Eugene, and their nieces Alice and Randy, ran out side with guns drawn. Dan with his Glock in his good paw.
"Their back. And most likely gunning with the vampire people." Phyllis said, standing next to the sheriff.
"Now its war, and they're the ones starting it."
"We'll finish it." Said Judy, as she climbed out of a suburban, since she had just pulled up, her Beretta still in her paws.
"Great. Now the DoD is going to be swarming this place, along with the FBI." Dan said.
"I was under orders to call in backup if something like this happened." Zack said, putting a hand, since only his feet were hooved, on Dan's shoulder. "Sorry man."
"We need all the help we can get." Dan said. Sirens piercing the air, as suburbans and county and state cruisers screamed up.
TBC
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