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Chapter 1:

On the planet Srethilis, two species lived peacefully for some time. The Caninians and the Felinicians always argued with each other and had some primal wars going on between them. They did not agree and always felt superior to each other. The two species had their strengths and weaknesses in terms of technology and military systems.

Often, there would be interracial meetings with the military officials, but things have not turned out so well. The military officials will kill each other in the meeting in the Presidents' presence. Both were escorted safely from the meeting while the officers continued on their brawl. Later on, it would spread out into the streets with the people. Canines with hguns and pistols will fire on sight at the enemy, despite gender and age. The felines, in turn, fired upon their enemy disregarding the circumstances.

Many canine officials were dispatched to neutralize the threat. The two parties were tranquilized and brought down to a moderate level. The two Presidents met and discussed their plans of having another city located far from them. They both agreed to separate themselves from the environment and from the canine family.

So, the whole city gathered together to bid the Felinicians farewell. There was much cursing and rioting at the exodus of these creatures. This proved best for them all and would not cause any trouble between them.

After decades passed, there were occasional break-ins into the city from causing any destruction. The SGs and the STFs wondered about these strange recurring events. The year was 2056 A.D.

Now, the year is 2076 A.D. The night was quiet in Krestol with Caninians walking or riding their hover-cars along the streets. They wore jackets to keep their bodies warm. There was a particular bar that the SG and STF officials went after work. Two SGs sat at the bar with one being an arctic fox and a sapphire werewolf.

The arctic fox smiled, lightly nudging his companion at the bar whose golden eyes stared into his. "Here we are, drinking and using our time well. Nothing like enjoying the evening with a few drinks after a busy day."

"Don't get careless," said the other canine remaining in his seat before taking a swig of his Jack Daniels whiskey. "We are still conducting our missions. I don't want to constantly watch over you."

"Trivol, I know you like to do things alone," he admitted, signaling the German Shepherd bartender to pour him a drink. He was appropriately dressed in a white collared shirt with a black bow-tie through the collar of his shirt. The bartender poured him another glass as the fox spoke calmly. "But would it hurt to have someone with you, just in case something goes awry?"

The two canines wore their uniforms with two letters: SG, the acronym for the Srethilis Guard. They talked amongst themselves at the bar of the local pub. Other caninescarried on with idle banter, filling the bar with lively talk and drowning the silence with their laughter and good stories. The place was lit with circular fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling,

Trivol sighed, taking some time to meditate with his ears folded back against his head. His cyan eyes stared down at the drink he had in front of him before responding to his question. "I have been an SG for twelve years, thus having more experience on the field than you have, Myles. So, I will have no need of assistance during this time."

"All right, you win that argument," replied Myles, taking his drink and resting it on the counter. "I joined the service only a few years after you enlisted," he added in his defense.

Myles was an arctic fox with black fur along his tail and his pointed ears. His uniform was a gentle gray jacket with black center inlays around the wrist collars. His pants fit comfortably around his waist. His leather shoes covered his feet for travel and missions abroad. His build gave an athletic appearance with moderate chest proportions and defined toned arms. His partner, Trivol, was an unusual kind: a sapphire werewolf with matching eyes, but his muscularity was more defined and sculpted than the fox's. His hair was pulled back like a shark's fin with his hair passing the middle back. A monocle was placed over his right eye, correcting his impaired vision. He wore a metal necklace in the shape of a wolf's head, which dangled around his neck and rested proudly between his pectorals.

The two things theyhad in common were their uniforms and weapons. Both had long blades with pistol handles providing small ring openings for their fingers. Their blades were specifically matched with their personality given upon admittance into the SG group. These weapons were carried in leather holsters surrounding their waists for easy accessibility. Their blades folded inside so their weapons would fit into the holsters. The two canines wore leather gloves to complete their uniforms, proudly representing the SG force.

There was awkward silence between the two companions as they finished their drinks. Theyasked the bartender to pour them another round. He obliged and poured the werewolf another glass while Myles got another bottle of Sam Keen Ailson.

"Now, let's analyze today's mission,"

Trivol spoke clearly, retrieving his device containing the recorded data. He opened the server to the main military network to upload their recorded data from a small digital recorder.

Trivol hooked the digital recorder with a USB connector to the computer. He spoke to his companion while the computer recognized the data from the recorder, reading and copying it to the hard drive.

"Myles, did you encounter anything in the northern sector that we should let Director Sandelston know about?"

The fox thought about it for a moment. "Well, those damn felines sure are clever and mischievous. Throughout my patrol, I hadn't seen anything worth reporting."

Trivol uploaded the file to the computer and played the video. It showed the murky environment around him with towering trees reaching the sky and vines hanging from branches towards the ground.

The werewolf touched the screen, zooming in on an unknown object.

"Something was out there while I investigated the west sector of the Lango Forest. It's a Hunter of some sort. It's hard to determine what it is until I have a more accurate observation," Trivol muttered while rubbing his brow.

A square window was drawn on the computer, computing and analyzing the face. It had long ears with beady eyes constructed from glass fiber. Its long face bared large fangs, but it had a short muzzle with two large ivory tusks hanging down from the corners of its maw. The large metal body contained the processor, and its short tail was largely composed of wires.

Trivol typed in the commands to match it with the database.

_No Match Found... _

He grunted as he watched the message flash across the screen. Myles turned around and examined his companion's annoyed expression.

"Something wrong?" he asked somberly.

The werewolf sat upright in his chair and flattened his ears in anger. "These damn Felinicians. This is something we should have seen before, but the database does not recognize what this is at all. This could be trouble for us all."

"Oh, hell. This is not good, especially what those damn felines are doing," replied Myles as he sighed, dropping his gaze to the floor.

"This is all I can figure out. If this is a part of the enemy's plan, then we must inform the director, the STF, and the Council immediately."

After their conversation finished, the German Shepherd quietly spoke to them, leaning in with his left forearm on the counter. "Be careful what you say around here. We don't want any trouble."

Trivol stood up off ofhis stool and motioned Myles to get the laptop from the counter. Before they left, Myles gave his credit card to the German Shepherd to pay for the drinks. He thanked the fox after scanning the card through the reader before taking his leave.

***

Evenings were busy in Krestol with people driving their hover-cars along both sides of the street. The traffic lights shined above them, illuminating the dark streets. The canines walked eastalong the concrete sidewalks towards their destination. Large sky-scrapers stood proud over the city, making the smaller buildings seem less noticeable. The bright lights of the skyline made the city glow and come to life. Above their heads were railways that went from the depot to different locations outside Krestol. One building was the Srethilis Command Center, also known as SCC, home of the Srethilis Guard command unit.

It was the third largest building in the city. Itstood on concrete pillars rising 3,000 feet above the street. Getting to the entrance ofSCC was no easy task. The security guard saw the two SG guards and motioned Trivol to go through the retina scanner. He placed his eyes close to the scanner and red lines ran through the iris and blinked green, opening the door.

The sapphire werewolf stopped at a fingerprint scan and voice recognition.Trivol placed his finger on the finger scan next to the door. Red lines scanned the fingerprint and flashed green. He walked to the other side of the door and spoke his name into the microphone. "Trivol McKenley," he said clearly, with his British accent revealed through his spoken words. Then, he was given entry into the building. Myles followed through the same procedures before given access to the military facility.

Stationed at the checkpoint was a female golden retriever with a "security" jacket over herself with black slacks and shoes. She sat in front of the X-ray machine, and the two canines showed their credentials to her before she allowed them through. They went through behind her. Myles turned around and hugged her from behind, lickingher cheek. She smiled at the affectionate fox.

Her body was well-sculpted and proportionate to her height. Her emerald eyes stared gently into the arctic fox's. Her cleavage showed through her jacket, but Myles ignored that area and wrapped his arms around her stomach instead.

"Hello there, hon," the golden retriever replied,lickingher lover's face. "Enjoying your night out with your partner?"

Myles pulled back, kissing her passionately on the muzzle. "We were, before we analyzed the mission outside the Bubble in Lango Forest."

"What did you find?" she asked.

"A large body," Trivol replied with his back leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. "Seems to be a creature of some sort. We have to show this to the director and explain what needs to be done. Sorry that we can't stay much longer, Pamela."

She nodded and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. "Come to my room at ten thirty after your debriefing."

The fox smiled before pressing his lips against hers. "All right, see you then."

Trivol and Myles took their leave from the security post before entering the hallway. The interior was plain and appeared exclusively designed for military use. The marble floor added elegance to the whole atmosphere. Myles pressed the button in the upward direction and waited patiently for the elevator to come down and pick them up. When it arrived, both stepped through the threshold and Trivol pushed "28" to go upward.

During their ride up, the werewolf noticed that the security cam was placed in the upper right corner. 'That's new,' he thought, feeling the lift ascending upward to their destination. Myles interrupted the silence by tapping Trivol's shoulder. "What do you suppose the Felinicans have up their sleeves?"

Trivol slightly adjusted his monocle as he glanced into his companion's eyes. "My instinct tells me director Sandelston needs to know about this. If it so happens we have to extinguish this enemy, then it has to be done."

"You know he would clearly want to see the creature before making any decisions," commented Myles as the elevator shaft passed the fourteenth floor.

"We are just going to discuss the plan with him. From my natural instincts, " Trivol added, "he would agree that we should exterminate this. The quicker we do it, the better."

Myles remained silent until they reached the twenty-eighth floor. The doors opened and the two SG officers stepped onto the floor. It was an office where the director resided permanently. It was elegantly furnished with leather chairs placed in front of the desk and two plants rested besides the windows. Trivol and Myles walked with their paws behind their backs to pay their respects. The director sat in his chair, glancing out the window with his crimson eyes before turning around to face the two canines.

The director was dressed in a black suit jacket and a white collared shirt. His long black dress pants went down to the ankles and wore a pair of black shoes. The muzzle appeared taut with his stout and powerful jawline. His gray cheek fur covered the lighter gray fur underneath his coat. His gaze now fixed on Trivol's icy blue eyes, being melted by the director's fiery orbs. "I see you arrived. Was there difficulty with the mission?"

Myles cleared his throat before giving his absolute reply with his eyes never leaving his boss'. "No, sir. Our mission was a success, though Trivol and I observed the video feed and we theorized what the possible threat could be. Trivol will provide the video from the laptop." Trivol acted on queue and retrieved the laptop from Myles' hand, opening the lid to reveal the file.

The blue werewolf spoke to his superior while the video feed played through. "Sir, this video could mean bad news to the Caninians who are not aware of what's before us."

Director Sandelston studied the feed despite its hazy environment and distorted image resolution. "Trivol's right about being a Hunter; however," he took his fingers and made the image larger, "this one is advanced, developed from the Felinician engineers. Can't be good news."

"Is there any way to stop this from invading Krestol?" Trivol asked while his eyes glanced at the gray werewolf's blood-stained orbs. "Only one way to find out," Mr. Sandelston replied bluntly before calling his contact through the earpiece. "Patch me to Darren Stratford." The two canines stood side by side looking at each other, exchanging befuddled glances.

"Ah, director Dmitri Sandelston. Hope I am not into much trouble."

Dmitri shook his head. "No no, it's a matter of using that brilliant mind of yours. I would like for you to go with Trivol McKenley and do a thorough analysis regarding an enemy encounter."

"What kind of enemy are we dealing with here? Quadruped or Biped machine?"

"Quadruped Hunter," Dmitri responded clearly, speaking into the receiver.

"Let's see... that doesn't seem much of a threat. Are you sure about this?"

"Positive. Listen, Meet him on the ninth floor. You two will take the train leading into the Lango Forest and exterminate this threat."

"Will do. Give me twenty minutes." The phone line disconnected, and Dmitri turned the earpiece off before glancing intensely at Trivol. "Trivol, I'm sending you with Darren to investigate that area again and destroy the Hunter immediately."

Trivol intervened and spoke confidently towards his superior. "Also, Myles and I suggest you should let the STF know what trouble is out there."

"Your words have been helpful in our situation. I will do what I can." Dmitri added while lighting a cigarette before blowing out a puff of smoke.

"Talk to Emico. I know for sure he'll listen to what you have to say. He's loyal to you a hundred percent," Trivol said while his eyes glanced at the clock on the northern wall. It was 9:00 PM.

"Just follow the orders I gave you. I will inform the STF about the possible threat. You," he said, pointing his finger towards the sapphire werewolf. "will report to me once you have eliminated this threat."

Trivol saluted before Myles queried, taking a step forward. "What should I do, sir?"

"You are on call, so be prepared," the werewolf responded curtly while he went to his desk and sat down in his chair.

Both saluted towards their superior, turning their bodies around and headed towards the elevator.

Trivol pulled out his gun-sword from his holster which immediately unfolded itself into its handle. His right eye glanced over at his companion, expressing his concern for him. "I want you to do your best. I will call you if I need you for anything. There may be tasks that you do for the STF. Who knows, but just be ready when you are."

Myles nodded with his hands placed at his tailbone before the doors opened, each pressing their destination buttons. The fox pressed "17" before the werewolf indicated his destination: "9". They remained silent during their trip downward. Soon, Myles stepped off the lift and exchanged one last glance between them. The vulpine spoke to his companion with a smile drawn on his face. "Don't die out there."

"I'll try not to," Trivol smirked and pressed the "Door Close" button. The sliding doors closed and the elevator continued downward. Based on his knowledge, the Caninians were afraid of the Felinicians. His mind grew so clouded with numerous thoughts about the enemy that his head started aching. He closed his eyes and thought about the past experiences he had had with Myles in the past. All the fun and exciting moments were ingrained in his mind that he remembered. His memory bank had a good deposit of those memories. The werewolf cleared his throat and adjusted his coat, straightening out the wrinkles before arriving at his destination.

Once he stepped onto the floor, numerous military officials stood at their stations. Two guards greeted him at the entrance: a male coyote and a female Shiba Inu, saluting to the SG before returning to their position. Trivol examined the area, studying his environment to notice anything suspicious or obscure. Ten tracks directed the trains to various locations on Srethilis. There were a few residents that needed to be transferred from towns. Keeping his eyes peeled for the fox, he placed his weapon next to him and took a bench not too far from the platform.

After twenty minutes passed, the fox appeared from the elevator. He walked steadily towards his direction. He wore a red T-shirt and a black vest with his abdomen through his clothing. His tan leather boots and cargo pants proved nice additions to his attire. His emerald eyes glanced at the werewolf, waving his hand in the air. He had a sword dangling by his side in its polished, metallic scabbard.

"Are you Trivol McKenley?" the fox asked, extending his brown paw.

"Yes, I am," he shook the vulpine's paw, revealing his cyan fur underneath his sleeve. "I guess you're my partner," he sighed with slight discontent. "We will be boarding station 9 so if you're ready, we can make our way."

"I'm ready, and sorry for not introducing myself earlier. The name's Darren Stratford." He shook the werewolf's paw before Trivol rose from his seat. He motioned Darren to follow him.

The numbers hung above the platform in black behind white background. They reached their number and stepped through the threshold of a two-car train. There were a few number of seats available in the car. Trivol took his seat next to the window and the pole near the exit while Darren sat directly opposite from him. The werewolf had only one thought in his mind: survival.

Chapter 2

Myles headed down the hallway towards his lover's residence. The hallway was elegantly decorated with red lilies blossoming underneath the light. The neatly trimmed carpet was laid across, and fluorescent lights beamed brightly across the hallway. He held the card in his right hand before reaching Pamela's door. He swiped his card, flashing green on the reader.

Lights lit the apartment upon entry. To the right was the kitchen with marble laid cut as counters and two stools stationed around the center island. The cabinets were crafted from pine wood, and a stainless metal refrigerator was placed next to the stove. Her private quarters was hidden in the hallway on the left. Myles took his seat on the couch and reclined against the seat cushion. His sapphire eyes gazed into space, allowing his mind to freely think of thoughts occupying his mind.

The vulpine thought about the circumstances with Trivol and Darren. Their assignment was to eliminate the Hunter and bring suspects into custody. After finishing his thought, Pamela came through the door, which automatically locked behind her. Myles greeted her with a smile. "Hey, how was your shift?"

The golden retriever placed her jacket on the kitchen counter. Her eyes met his and grinned in return. "It was alright," she started before attending her boyfriend, resting her head on the fox's chest. "There is something I need to talk to you about."

His ears were attuned to his girlfriend's attention. "Sure, sweetheart. What is it you want to talk about?"

Pamela placed her hand on his thigh, whispering into his ear. "There is going to be an assassination on Senator McAllister."

Myles' alertness increased, changing his facial expression and his brows drew upward in curiosity. "What did you say? An assassination on the Senator? For what purpose would anybody want to kill her?" Silence lingered momentarily before Myles asked another question. "Where did you get this information?"

Pamela replied, adjusting her seat to sit alongside Myles. "STF Officer Emico Lowen. More importantly, we must inform Mr. Sandelston about this."

"Mr. Sandelston has the Hunter situation to direct. He tends to dismiss other matters that are unimportant," Myles commented, glancing at the golden retriever with his cyan eyes. "He would want solid evidence."

Pamela pulled out a small SD card from her pants' pocket. "I'll play the audio file," she said while motioning Myles to follow her into the bedroom. The female golden retriever sat at her desk while Myles strolled behind her, waiting for the audio file to play. "So, you're certain that this will happen?" he asked quietly.

"I'm positive, Myles. Here, it should load up shortly." She inserted the disk into the slot, and both waited for the file to load. The screen projected its audio program and Pamela turned up the volume. At first, nothing was heard but the conversation increased in tone and the words were articulate to understand each word.

"Hey Chase, will Kensuke be all right? I mean, I do feel concerned for his safety."

"He'll be fine. He's been trained and will not give into our enemies' plan. Are the plans for the Senator's assassination laid out and confirmed?"

"Yes, they have been laid out. All we need to do is just wait until tomorrow morning."

Myles confirmed the situation with his partner. "So, they really are going to assassinate her."

"There's more," she added.

The two voices spoke concerning financial details. "Good good, tell the boss that he's rest assured that Senator McAllister will be dead the next morning."

"Make sure you contact Kensuke in the field and make sure the plan is carried out perfectly."

"Yes, sir. I'll get on it," replied Torque before the audio file became static. Pamela turned off the program and explained the authenticity of the conversation.

"This recording seems accurate. Sirius Corialis, our audio analyst, tagged this phone conversation while attempting to pinpoint their location. Director Sandelston should be convinced."

The white fox holstered the gun-blade in its proper place around his waist. His emerald orbs observed the chip containing the evidence. Myles walked away while his ears perked at the sound of knocks on the front door. The voice projected through the thin sliding door.

"Ms. Cross, this is Emico Lowen. I'm here to inform you regarding your next assignment." Myles strolled to the living room while Pamela pressed the door which revealed a large Doberman pinscher with a bow and quiver strapped to his back. He wore an emerald jacket with four silver stars and two golden stars that signified his rank. He possessed a taut jawline with brown eyes. He stood at 6' 2" with his paws behind his back.

Pamela's auburn eyes stared calmly into his and queried his visitation. "What brings you here, sir?" Emico stepped over the threshold and found the white canine standing behind the couch. The Doberman pinscher turned his attention towards the golden retriever. "I"m sure you two are aware of the imminent threat on the Senator."

Myles had his hands behind his back and legs spread apart as he replied to his superior's statement. "Yes, sir. Pamela played the audio file continuing two conspirators formulating a plan to assassinate the Senator."

The brown canine ordered them to stand at ease while taking his seat on the couch." I will need two to guard the Senator. I will let the director and the guards know that you will be there."

Myles interjected with a question regarding the conspirators' plan. "Excuse me, sir. Sorry to interject but would you know of their intentions regarding their assassination?"

Emico lit a cigarette and blew toxic fumes in the fragrant apartment. "The Senator is thinking of signing the treaty with the two Presidential figures. As well you might know, the Felinicians are not wanting this to happen after what we did to them."

He noticed the time before putting the cigarette in his mouth and strolled his way to the door. "A transport will pick you up just outside the building. You'll be escorted by Lieutenant Curtis Matheson. That's all. You're dismissed." He walked outside with the door closing behind him.

Myles exchanged glances with Pamela with their eyes making contact. The golden retriever went into her room to retrieve her weapon. She opened the closet door to find her weapon tucked away underneath folded towels. It was a whip with a red handle having grooves for each finger. Pamela wrapped the whip in an orderly fashion.

Pamela secured her weapon around her waist. She walked past him and waved her finger to catch Myles' attention. Myles followed her lead, and the female took hold of the canine's arm and pulled him into an intimate kiss. Both closed their eyes and engaged themselves in this interaction. Myles wrapped his hand around Pamela's head while her hand rested on his shoulder.

After time passed, both disengaged and Myles retrieved his coat from the chair. "Let's go. the transport is probably waiting." Myles motioned Pamela to the door. He placed his paw at Pamela's lower back, with her eyes gazing at him.

Myles guided her to the elevator, pushing the "1" button to descend to the lobby level. Pamela's legs quivered like twigs blown by harsh winds. From what the fox knew, this was one of the very few missions she's been assigned.

"It will be okay," Myles reassured her while her eyes gazing at him shyly. Pamela nodded once before trying desperately to calm herself. They reached their destination and noticed two rows of guards with armed weapons held diagonally across their chests.

Between the rows stood a Siberian husky with his glimmering black coat underlaid with his snow white fur. He wore a navy-blue coat with black dress pants accompanying his dress shoes. The eyes were the most captivating feature: crystalline orbs emitting its bright color. His curled-up tail protruded from his pant's tail-hole, giving this canine a distinct characteristic. His hands were behind his lower back and smiled at them. He spoke with dignity and sophistication as his eyes remained fixated on them. "You two must be the ones assigned to protect Senator McAllister. I'm Lieutenant Curtis Matheson. Allow me to brief you on the way to the Senator's quarters."

***

Trivol and Darren landed in the Lango Forest from the train station. They descended the steps and entered the terrain with caution. The sapphire werewolf adjusted his monocle to see the environment surrounding them. His alert remained attentive as the night grew cold and dangerous in the forest. He motioned the fox over, which Darren stayed in close proximity with the werewolf. Trivol sniffed the air to determine their location. He spoke softly while pulling out his gun-blade from the holster, folding itself into a sword. "Follow me."

Darren saw Trivol's legs exerting its strength to carry on long strides. His feet maneuvered through the sluggish terrain with the dew floating on the rugged surface with large palm leaves blocking his way. The fox's emerald eyes focused on what was ahead of him. He also paid close attention to Trivol's footing as they traveled to their destination. Trivol froze in place, kneeling down with one hand on the dirt while the other held his weapon tightly. The fox took a moment to catch breaths before asking the werewolf, "Which way did it go?"

Trivol tried not to release his temper. "I am finding that out now. Give me a few minutes." The fox slowly pulled his weapon from its scabbard to arm himself from unknown dangers. He examined Trivol's scouting skills, becoming impressed with the werewolf's abilities. The werewolf's ears twitched by the sounds of crackling branches in the distance. His finger-pads were adequate tools not only to tell directions, but also tell how far they were. He then rose from his position and took his finger, pointing in the northeast sector. "Come on, it's northeast from here."

Darren braced himself for another rigorous sprint toward the rendezvous point. Trivol led the way for Darren to follow behind. The Hunter's presence was positive for the scent lingered in the air was synthetic oil.

Trivol warned, reducing speed as the creature slowly appeared through the dense fog. "See if you can get an accurate analysis."

Darren acknowledged, while lowering his backpack to retrieve his laptop to conduct a thorough analysis. The Hunter appeared dormant for it laid still with its head on its front forelegs as if asleep. The computer ran through various scans to retrieve accurate information. Meanwhile, Trivol kept his eye on the creature, hoping this one would stay until the scans finished.

He asked Darren quietly while keeping his eyes on the advanced Hunter. "Have you gotten a thorough examination?"

Darren revolved the screen around to show Trivol regarding the analysis. He cleared his throat before explaining the enemy's schematics. "I have. The creature is constructed from lithium alloy, highly deflective against gunshots. The tail consists of aluminum coiled together to form a condensed tail. The weaponry within this one has a primary cannon on its back and dual machine guns equipped with nine hundred bullets. To put it simply, he will kill us if we are not careful."

"Hmm... this will make things more interesting than I though," Trivol remarked with a wicked grin drawn on his face. "Darren, how skillful are you with that sword?"

"Not precisely efficient, but to a certain degree," Darren replied closing his laptop and securing it in his backpack. "What is it you had in mind, Mr. McKenley?" He took out his sword and kept it in his hand.

Trivol snickered, holding onto the blade with his right hand. "We are going to find out anything we can about our enemy's intentions." The werewolf stepped out of hiding while Darren laid aside his backpack and accompanied Trivol.

"Hey, feline!" Trivol exclaimed, awaking the Hunter from his slumber. Both canines were ready with their weapons drawn. The mechanical creature posed in an attack stance, swaying his body to keep him loose.

Without hesitation, the Hunter thrust down its right claw, but both canines dodged with quick reflexes. Trivol's altitude was sufficient to carry out his attacks. The sapphire werewolf dove with both hands gripping his weapon and struck the enemy. The Hunter avoided Trivol's strike before retaliating with his claw. The werewolf landed on both feet while his left leg softened his landing before the fox took his chances with the enemy.

Darren leaped while his right hand holding his weapon with a daring strike, generating enough force to penetrate the lithium carbon. However, the advanced Hunter tossed Darren aside with his left foreleg. The Hunter turned his attention to Trivol. The werewolf snickered before engaging the enemy solo. "Looks like it's just you and me, big shot."

Trivol shot three bullets at the creature. The Hunter stumbled a couple steps back before activating its defense system. He shot bullets of his own but the werewolf twirled his body, and struck the enemy before the Hunter evaded and swooped down with its paws. Trivol performed a backflip while the creature released its fury upon the werewolf, but Trivol dodged the bullets by deflecting them with the flat end of his blade. The canine came forward, trying again with his attack. He caused his right arm to strike upward before slashing laterally across the legs. The creature pulled away from the attack, setting his distance from him. Soon after, Darren appeared out of his injury with a bruise on the upper right of his skull. The vulpine growled towards the Hunter with his hand clenching the sword tightly. "He's going to pay for that!" He exclaimed before Trivol cautioned him of his reactions.

"Don't get cocky! This one's a pain in the ass."

The fox remained focused while his mind ran through crazy maneuvers. Darren leaped and penetrated the lens on the skull, with the sword's tip striking down on the protective glass. Trivol's eyes saw glass shards raining down. However, another set of lens appeared within the large set. The werewolf grew impressed with Darren's move, but the Hunter remained functional and aggressive. The werewolf's right eye functioned as a reader and scanned for any open panels. The radar scanned the underbelly and highlighted red for weak spots. Trivol called out to Darren while running towards the creature. "Distract him while I go inside."

Darren acknowledged, gazing at the enemy and drawing its attention towards him. Meanwhile, Trivol went to the weak panel and cut an opening. He evaded the dropping panel and timed his jump while the Hunter moved along with the fox's movements. The opportune moment came, climbing aboard the Hunter's body and saw the machine's inner mechanics.

He worked his way towards a small ladder leading towards a square panel. He tucked the gun-blade into the holster before gripping the sidebars and climbing the ladder. His monocle scanned the panel and flashed blue. He took the lever and pulled it before pushing the panel upward to find the control room. Trivol took his gun-blade and aimed it towards the pilot. He snarled as the pilot rose from his chair with his eyes gazing through the monitor. Trivol spoke with boldness, keeping his suspect still. "Freeze! Put your hands behind your head and slowly turn towards me. Do not make any sudden gestures."

It was a lion having short-trimmed hair and a pair of bifocals held on the ridge of his nose. His body structure was similar to Trivol's, except the ears, muzzle, and tail. He wore a lion's head necklace around his neck. It rested on his pectoral muscles underneath his fur. Also, a pair of black denim suited him with his abdominal muscles revealed underneath the light golden fur. The werewolf saw Darren remaining in position. "It's all right, I got the pilot in custody."

The lion kept his fingers interlocked behind his head. Trivol shifted his weapon to gun mode while finding a pair of cuffs to secure their suspect. He walked behind the feline and fastened one cuff on the right before securing the other. These attracted each other and pulled his hands behind his lower back. "These are magnetic cuffs," Trivol stated. "You won't break out of them easily. Darren," he spoke loudly. "notify the director that we've secured a Felinician."

Darren carried out his order while the lion spoke with disgust. "You are getting the wrong person, canine. You should be more concerned with the bigger things."

Trivol bellowed out his order. "Shut your mouth and let me search you for your identification card!" He went into the feline's front pocket, finding his wallet containing his ID card with a picture of him smiling towards the viewer. "Kensuke T. Katayama, is it? Chief Engineer... impressive. We will hold you until you tell us what is going on."

He confiscated the wallet and pointed his weapon pointed towards the lion. "Exit the Hunter slowly and no surprises from you." The cuffs restrained the lion's hands from any movement. Kensuke exited the machine with Trivol following behind. The fox snarled towards Kensuke which the lion did not stare at anything but the ground. Darren queried regarding the feline's arrest as he pointed his sword towards his detainee.. "Has he said anything regarding his intentions?"

Trivol shook his head while keeping him secure while his monocle turned toward his direction. "No, but I'm sure we can make him talk. You wait at the station along with the feline while I check the machine for anything else." Darren aimed his weapon towards Kensuke, cooperating with the official while Trivol entered the mechanism to examine the area. He examined the control room, finding an enormous weapon with two blades stationed in the corner. 'This must be his weapon. Better confiscate this.' He took the weapon before exiting the machine.

* * *

"Sir, Myles Jaden and Pamela Cross are en route to the Senator's residence with Lieutenant Matheson," Emico informed as he spoke to Director Sandelston sitting at his desk on the command floor on the upper level. The room was dimly lit with two lamps stationed against the back wall. The glass desk held the touch-screen computer. He conversed with the Doberman pinscher with fingers intertwined and crimson eyes staring into Emico's eyes. "Good. now, the only thing I'm concerned about is the unknown plot. Perhaps now is not the time to be concerned about it."

"Indeed," Emico agreed, relaxing in his seat. "What is the situation with Trivol and his encounter with the Felinician?" He asked with his left leg rested on top of his right.

"Trivol and Darren are bringing in their suspect," Dmitri responded, taking his earpiece and fastened it close to his ear. He placed both palms behind his back and spoke into the microphone while viewing the workers performing their tasks. "Icefang, I want you to prepare an interrogation room for Trivol to question. I want you to be a part of it, so if there are any complications, inform me immediately."

"Of course. How about the surveillance on Myles and Pamela?"

"Assign it to someone else. You're skillful in discerning the suspect's liability. Inform me the result."

"Understood." the voice disconnected.

Emico stood behind the gray werewolf and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure about this? We are dealing with our enemy perhaps for decades, and we are simply going to interrogate him? We make him suffer and pour down acid on his fur to talk."

"That's enough!" Dmitri snapped with his teeth bared, silencing the doberman.

Silence filled the room before the gray canine spoke with sobriety and bowed his head curtly. "I apologize for my behavior. Today has been a hellish day. Been going through a lot of things, supervising the SG and the STF operations." Emico retrieved his weapon and quiver off the couch, holstering the bow to his back and the quiver over his left shoulder. The Doberman pinscher spoke with a dignified tone. "I will inform my partner on this matter. You carry out this interrogation and inform the result to me."

Dmitri nodded, before Emico left the werewolf to his privacy. The only thing worrying him was the interrogation and its result. He stared at the entrance, waiting for the arrival of the two canines with their detainee.

Chapter 3:

Myles and Pamela arrived at the Senator's residence past midnight. Curtis stepped down from the hover vehicle, and Pamela dropped down with Myles following behind. Red tiles laid across the rooftop and pearl pillars held the balcony above the entrance. Six marble pillars stationed across the lawn near the walkway. Bricks laid out the path from the sidewalk to the residence.

Curtis stood between the two SGs and explained the situation as they made their way towards the Senator's residence. "Senator Rochelle McAllister has been adamant about making this peace agreement happen. She wants to present this to the Senate before it goes to the President."

Myles queried the Siberian husky. "I wonder if the Senator will have a sense of humor."

Curtis shrugged while revealing his ID card to the guards before returning it in his pocket. "Who knows, I have been told that she is sarcastic and harsh towards people like me. I will let you be the judge." Pamela noticed the doors opening, revealing a tan werewolf wearing a white blouse and a black overcoat. She had a crispy navy-blue skirt and the hemming reached down to her defined thighs. Her luscious tan fur shimmered while the white fur revealed her beauty with her layered tail swayed idly. Her maroon-tinted orbs gazed and studied the two guests.

From one glance upon them, her eyes glanced towards Curtis and offered her careless opinion. "You could've found more suitable guards, lieutenant."

Curtis adjusted his stance while Myles and Pamela followed him and explained the situation to her. "I am sorry, Senator. It was not my decision. STF Officer Emico Lowen assigned them to protect you."

Rochelle folded her arms, with her fiery eyes observing the two closely. Myles glanced at her while showing his respect, studying her while thoughts circulated his mind. She noticed Myles' gun-blade and a smirk at the sight. The tan canine sighed as she motioned the three inside. "Please, come in." They accepted her invitation while the guards resumed their patrol along the premises. The interior was decorated with a dimly lit chandelier with two wooden staircases leading to the 2nd floor. Velvet carpet was neatly trimmed along the walls and underneath the two sofas and a chair. To the left was the kitchen and to the right was the bar.

The plaster walls gave off a smooth texture. Rochelle took her place in the chair and the three sat down on the couch with their hands kept in their laps. The tan wolf glanced at the two recruits with curtis sitting between them.

"I will get right to the point," Rochelle stated, staring with such graveness that Myles wondered if her gaze was going to kill him. "I am sure you are informed about the importance of this treaty. Therefore, I will not go into further detail. However, I suggest you follow orders from me or Curtis. Mr. Myles Jaden," she turned to the arctic fox.

"Yes, Senator?"

"You have been a Srethilis Guard for ten years, correct?" she asked coldly.

"Yes, I have," Myles replied softly.

"I expect great service from you, just like your brother." Rochelle said with a brief smile. Myles' brother was also a Srethilis Guard and offered his service to protect the city, being loyal to his country. He didn't know much about his brother regarding his service. He had been told that his facial features were similar to his.

The tan wolf glanced at her golden watch. "Well, it is time for sleep. Follow the lieutenant to your quarters," she said, taking her leave upstairs to her room.

This signaled them to rise and enjoy a moment of relaxation. Curtis spoke as he led them to their quarters. "This way, please." They followed through the northern hallway with the ceiling lights activated by motion sensor. Myles whispered softly. "She's a pain in the ass if you ask me."

"I do not blame you for your opinion. Her mind has been on this peace treaty with the Felinicians for some time," Curtis stated, turning left toward the second door. He took a card key from his coat pocket and the reader flashed green, granting entry. "Here is where you will rest." The door closed automatically after they crossed the threshold.

"Have you listened to that audio file?" Myles queried as he grabbed a seat opposite from his lover.

"Yes," the husky opened the blueprint which revealed the schematic of a three-story building. "I am placing you and Pamela on the second floor. I will decide how the procedure will be carried out. I'll go over the details tomorrow. Right now, you will need your rest, so I will take my leave." Curtis took his leave, leaving the two guests in the room.

"Well, suppose we should get our rest?" Myles suggested while going behind Pamela and massaged her shoulders. She let out a pleasurable moan. "Sure, but I get the couch." She winked while walking toward her resting place while Myles took the lounge chair. Pamela set down her whip on the coffee table before placing her head on the armrest. The arctic fox rested his head on the back cushion with his eyes closed and his weapon kept at his side. Myles though about the Senator's personality. He did not like her way of communication and her tonality. However, it was his job to protect her from any attempt on her life.

***

Trivol and Darren arrived after retrieving their suspect. Every person stared at the quiet feline with curiosity and fear. The werewolf stood by Kensuke, whispering in his ear. "You certainly are quiet. Are you going to share anything with us?"

Kensuke exchanged glances with the canine whispered his reply. "Not at the moment. I don't have anything to share with you."

They walked towards the elevator, and Darren pressed "16" before the doors slid closed behind them. While the elevator hummed, Trivol took the weapon apart and twirled the two ends. Kensuke's eyes tracked Trivol's fancy maneuvers like a cat being teased with a toy attached to string. The canine chuckled while holding the blades in his paws. "You won't talk, eh? Well, I suppose that will change once we dispose your weapon properly."

The lion grunted, reluctantly agreeing to the werewolf's terms. "All right, I will talk to you filthy canines."

Trivol got off the elevator. A platinum werewolf wearing a pair of bifocals stationed on the bridge of his nose. His long gray hair extended past his shoulders and knotted down with a hair braid. He wore a blue collared shirt tucked into his navy blue jeans. His tail swayed idly while his icy orbs gazed at the other werewolf's, conversing regarding the suspect. "Anything I should know about this one?"

Trivol shook his head, grinning and patting the smaller werewolf's shoulders. "I don't think he will cause us much problems," he smirked, pulling out the blades Kensuke owned. "He seems to want it back. He will cooperate with us for sure, isn't that right, Kensuke?" he nudged his side, which the feline moved slightly.

Kensuke nodded while Icefang led the way. A border collie came with an iSlate with its stylus. He signed the suspect questioning form and Darren followed suit, before the border collie took his leave.

Once Trivol was present on the command floor, everybody gazed at him with their eyes. He had a mysterious aura surrounding him, captivating anybody near him. They walked through the spacious hallway between cubicles and the glass wall. Icefang focused on what questions he should ask. Darren tapped Trivol's shoulder, pulling back to hear the fox's words. "I am going to my station and see if I missed during the first run through." Trivol agreed before stepping into a small room with two chairs and a table.

Icefang's fingers trembled as Trivol guided Kensuke into the chair, releasing the cuffs around his wrists. The werewolf cautioned his detainee as the lion relieved the tautness of his wrists. "Remember, tell us what we need to know. I'll be watching you." He exited the room with one last glance at him before turning his attention to the interrogator.

"Icefang, just be careful while you're in there." Icefang nodded before closing the door, leaving the two inside. Trivol entered the adjacent room, observing the situation with Icefang and Kensuke.

His eyes were fixed on this interrogation.

Icefang sighed before taking his place on the opposite end and cleared his throat as he questioned him. The feline had only the right to answer them. "Let's begin," he said, lowering the paper down on the table. It was a photo of the Hunter. Icefang queried him about the machine with his fingers intertwined. "Tell us about this."

Kensuke answered nervously which Icefang could tell by the hands twitching. "This Hunter is specifically designed to scan enemy weakness and feed information back to headquarters. Of course, the pilot has to conduct this task. The pilot acts as the brain and sends motion signals to different parts. It's not usually designed for combat, but this one has two machine guns and a laser cannon.

Icefang cleared his throat, getting his papers organized before placing them aside before resuming his questioning. "So, Mr. Katayama, what were you doing out in Lango Forest in the middle of the night?"

"I was waiting on orders from my boss until two canines arrested me and brought me here," Kensuke replied angrily.

"Who's the client?" Icefang queried, catching his interest of his response.

"I don't know, but he wants me to do something for him whether or not you guys keep me locked up here."

"Has there been any mention of a threat or corruption mentioned through your client?"

Kensuke refused to say anything else while he kept his fingers tapping on the desk. He let out a frustrating sigh before hearing Trivol's voice from the speaker. "Icefang, come with me."

The wolf nodded, rising up from his chair and exited the room with Trivol standing a couple feet away form the door. Trivol whispered to the platinum werewolf so the two guards near the door wouldn't eavesdrop on their conversation.

"There's something he's not telling us and we don't have time for Twenty Questions. We have his phone so we can ask him or," he pulled out his gun-blade from his holster and pointed the tip towards the feline hiding behind the door. "we can force him to talk."

Icefang's eyes widened by the shocking news and questioned Trivol with his hands tightly holding the papers. "Now, take it easy. I guess we can always burn his weapon if it means going desperate measures."

"You're right about that. We'll have to assume this weapon means awfully valuable. We will have to work something around that so he'll cooperate. Icefang, come with me and help me discuss matters with him."

Both went inside the interrogation room with Trivol folded his arms across his chest while speaking to the feline.. "Now," he gazed into the feline's eyes. "You're going to tell me what we need to know, or you can say goodbye to your weapon. All you got to do is tell me the name."

After some time, he told them what they asked him. "Chase Ferris."

Icefang glanced at the feline, leaving him no choice but accept the deal. He took his seat with his left forearm laying across the table and the right hand underneath his chin. He studied intently Kensuke's facial features. The werewolf cleared his throat before speaking with him. "This is how we're going to do it. You are going to call Chase to meet with you. However, they will probably know that you are working with us. Tell them things are all right with the Hunter."

"All right," Kensuke replied.

"Icefang, prepare the phone triangulation and be sure to get it right. Sirius may need your assistance in tracking where they are."

"Gotcha," he said, taking his leave.

Trivol released the cuffs around Kensuke's wrists, and the feline was relieved to have those cuffs off. The werewolf whispered angrily. "I will be watching you, feline! You do not want to see me on my bad side."

Kensuke didn't say anything, already having a plan in mind.

***

The German Shepherd walked down the hallway with his Chief of Staff. He conversed with them while the Secret Service agents opened the door to his office. "So, Senator McAllister still adamant about her peace treaty with the Felinicians?" he asked while entering his office.

A red fox, wearing a black suit, replied, carrying a leather folder in his left hand. "Yes, sir. She's demanding to meet with you once she receives approval from the Senate." Two couches faced each other and sandwiched a table in the center. The place was elegantly furnished with a chandelier lighting the room.

The President wore a high-quality charcoal suit jacket with a white dress shirt and red silk tie. His dress pants matched the color of his jacket, and his leather shoes provided comfort.

He took his place in the woolen chair and had his right leg over his left. A border collie took her place on the couch opposite from the fox. Her red dress and matching skirt gave her a fiery appearance. Her autumn-tinted eyes gazed at the President's sparkling golden orbs. "President Crestin, I suggest you go ahead and meet with the Senator regardless of the Senate's approval. The tension between the Caninians and Felinicians has gotten far enough. Innocent people are being targeted by each other."

The red fox maintained his standing and presented his views. "We have to take aggressive action against these felines. Have the SG and the STF prepare for battle with the Felinicians. Rachel does not see the logic behind this statement."

Rachel raised her voice, retaliating against her colleague's view. "That is absurd, Sardius! Do you even have feelings of sympathy?"

A white wolf dressed in a black suit with a blue tie spoke softly to calm the situation. "Perhaps we should let the President decide what is best." President Crestin smiled, thanking his Chief of Staff personnel. "Thank you, Donovan." He took the floor, with everybody lending their ears.

"Now," he rose from his seat and glanced down at the three. "Rachel Sullivan, Sardius Starcrest, and Donovan Stryke. You all bring up very good issues that require consideration." He strolled over to his desk and sat in his chair. "You both present very good reasons for your thoughts. This will be difficult for me to decide what is best. In any case, I will definitely try to accommodate what is just for all."

"Mr. President," said a female voice through the speakerphone which President Crestin immediately gave his attention.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Lieutenant Matheson is on line one. He wishes to brief you on the situation with the Senator."

"Thank you," ordered the President as she acknowledged before the line was transferred. "Lieutenant, you are with me and three of my Chief of Staff."

"Mr. President," Curtis started. "Two SGs have come to protect the Senator."

"How tight is the security around Senator McAllister?" Rachel asked.

"It's tight as we speak. Mainly, the SGs are skilled and can be depended on. All guards are standing by."

"Good. We can't allow terrorists kill her and ruin the peace process," Rachel grinned.

Donovan queried regarding the situation on Curtis' end. "Who are the SGs assigned to protect her?"

"Myles Jaden and Pamela Cross."

The President came on the line. "Keep me posted on the situation, will you?"

"Of course, Mr. President," the phone clicked and Sardius rose up and bowed his head. "Sorry, if you will excuse me. There's an urgent matter I need to take care of."

He exited the room while Rachel and the President remained in the room. Rachel thought about the fox'a plans before she lost her train of thought. The President stood close to the border collie and patted her shoulder. "You all right, Rachel?"

Rachel glanced at the German Shepherd, nodding her head. "Yes, I'm fine. Been under a lot of stress lately."

"Why don't you rest here?" The President suggested as he guided her to the couch and tucked her in with the blanket, covering her. "You can worry about things later."

"Thank you," Rachel said softly before taking a pillow near her and cushioned her light-headed head.

Donovan rose from his seat, excusing himself from the meeting. "If you'll excuse me, Mr. President. I need to make a phone call." He bowed and took his leave as well. The President nodded, before Donovan closed the door behind him. Corvanis stood from his seat and returned to his work station. He noticed the leftover paperwork he ignored throughout the day. "I better get to them, I suppose?" he chuckled before taking up his pen and reading through numerous documents.

***

A white wolf conducted his exercise routine in his quarters. The room was furnished with a bed and desk holding up the touch-screen computer. He had enough floor space to conduct his exercises. The wolf had well-toned arms with a beautiful sculpted chest. His eyes were a mixture of emerald and sapphire, giving a dark forest feel. He wore a barbell earring in his top-right ear.

His abdomen was chiseled with his stomach muscles being revealed underneath his white outer-coat. "56... 57...," he counted, repeating the same action. He felt the burn as blood flowed through his abs and through the body. He did additional repetitions before resting his body. He panted heavily while his paws stroked his chest and nipples, taking in his moment of self-pleasure. He himself was aroused from this moment that a tent formed in his dress pants.

His brief celebration ended when a voice came through the speakers. "Redrick, it's Emico. I need to speak with you."

The white wolf retrieved his coat hung from his coat hanger. It was a black jacket with silver ornaments displayed through his clothes. "I'll be there shortly." He walked down the hallway and opened the sliding door. The Doberman pinscher had a dignified appearance whereas Redrick wore his clothes rather loosely with the zipper remaining open. He gave the doberman a kiss on the muzzle. "Come in, sweetie," he smiled before the door closed behind him. The doberman took his place on the sofa. He placed his bow and quiver down on the cushion and looked at the white canine with his gazing eyes. "I'm concerned what this assassination attempt might bring forth."

Redrick took out two beers from the refrigerator and tossed one to Emico, grabbing hold of the bottle. He placed it on the table for later while the white wolf strolled towards his colleague. "What seems to be the problem, hon?"

He cleared his throat before replying to his question. "There's a bigger problem here than the assassination attempt. We need to find out what it is."

Redrick put the beer down on the table before reiterating what Emico mentioned. "There's a bigger threat? What are the current operations carried out?"

"Trivol and Icefang are handling a suspect while Myles Jaden and Pamela Cross are under Lientenant Matheson's orders protecting Senator McAllister. I am waiting to hear word from the director regarding the result from the interrogation. However," he moved closer to his mate, placing his hand on the white wolf's leg. "We need to find exactly what the Felinicians are planning. I brought over the audio file in case there is something I missed during my first time through. We'll start there and see if there are any leads. Sorry to drag you into this, Redrick."

The white canine hugged the doberman and shook his head before giving a smile. "It's no problem. I expected this sorta thing. I suspect there is a conspiracy within the government."

"What conspiracy?" asked Emico, with his eyes shocked and ears perked with alertness.

"Someone within the government is working with the terrorists," Redrick stated, taking his beer bottle and took a swig before setting it down on the table.

"I knew something like this was going to happen," muttered Emico. "The words sounded obvious to me, though I haven't told the others yet.

"That's probably best," Redrick suggested before taking off his coat, resting it on the chair's backrest. He took out his laptop, opening the lid and requested the disk that Emico brought. The doberman took off his uniform jacket, catching the wolf's attention. He smirked before copying the file onto his computer. He played the file and turned up the volume. As the conversation progressed, Redrick dissected the conversation further to help him process the information.

After some time, Redrick suggested while keeping his ears attentive. "We capture a suspect mentioned: Torque, was it? Can we possibly search through the terrorist database to find more information on him?" His muscular chest and short-trimmed fur attracted the wolf for his mind sent him unseemly thoughts of passion. "Let's see...," he said, ignoring his thoughts while inputting their person's name. An hourglass appeared on the screen. "It's going through so it will take some time." The white wolf explained, patting the Doberman's shoulder and kissed him gently on the cheek. "How about we enjoy some time together, handsome?"

The doberman's thoughts resonated with his, and the sight of his partner's crotch made his sensations go wild. He laid on the bed with his pants taken off along with the underwear. "Come here, baby."

He opened up his arms for Redrick to come in and allow their time be well spent. Emico felt the wolf's smooth pads caress his head in between his ears. His arms snugged around Redrick's lower back, feeling the muscles that he possessed on his body. The doberman interrupted the session with a question. "Will the computer tell us if they found any information regarding Torque?"

"Yes, it will. We should allow the search to continue while we catch up on things," Redrick suggested, taking his drink and took in some of its content before playing with the doberman's chest.

***

Trivol and Icefang finished setting the phone conversation using Kensuke's telephone. A jackal, wearing a plot shirt and dress pants, suiting him perfectly with a pair of tennis shoes. His mind focused solely on the task before the call with the terrorist.

His brown eyes gazed solemnly on the feline, pausing from his work. He glanced at Trivol, monitoring the situation without having concern about the outcome.

"You think this cat will cause problems?" He asked quietly.

Trivol replied with his eyes turning to the jackal while holding onto Kensuke's phone. "I'm sure he won't do anything stupid. Now, could you trace the call through Kensuke's phone?" Sirius smirked and gave a chortle as he typed in commands into the computer. "Yeah, give me a couple minutes."

Icefang called the Director regarding the setup and the questioning. The gray werewolf took a glimpse at the feline, before resuming his task. The canine inputted commands, regulating the triangulation and helping Sirius in the process. Icefang did not trust this feline, neither did Trivol. He directed the satellites, attempting to find the precise location. Sirius whispered softly. "Are you sure he's not going to cause any trouble?"

"I certainly hope not," Icefang mentioned before asking him a question. "Got the serial number?"

"Sure do," Sirius replied. "567b912a328c."

"Got it, getting coordinates now. Reaching maximum communication level."

Trivol peered over the platinum werewolf's shoulder, placing his hand on him. "Everything ready for the triangulation?"

"Yes sir," Icefang affirmed, inputting commands and asked him. "Are you sure we can trust him? All we know is that this could be a trap."

"We have to take this chance, or we will have no idea what the terrorists are scheming against us."

He motioned the lion to come into the room, and a security guard followed behind him. Kensuke approached Trivol, who scowled while handing back his personal defects.

"Remember our plan and don't try anything idiotic."

Kensuke searched for the number on his phone. Director Sandelston came through the glass door and queried Trivol about the situation. "He's calling his contact right now. Sirius is triangulating the call and Icefang's bringing up satellite."

"Good," muttered Director Sandelston, eying the feline from his position. He stroked his chin, studying the feline's body language as he dialed the number. He put the phone to his ear and the phone rang several times before the phone was answered.

"Ah," said the cacophonous voice while Kensuke remained in his place as he talked with the terrorist. "I see that the cat decided to call in. Anything wrong with the Hunter?"

"Nothing wrong. Just some minor glitches," Kensuke replied as his eyes observed the canine officials with their ears tuning to their conversation. Sirius inputted commands into the computer, and Icefang bringing satellite images.

"Positioning the satellites now."

Trivol affirmed and the maps flashed one upon another, trying to locate the caller while the conversation continued on.

"Good. Now, have you run into the Caninian officials?"

Kensuke glanced at the sapphire werewolf before answering his question, "No."

"Good, I want you to meet Torque at 134.93 NE. Continue as planned and I will send him over there. Arrive promptly at 2 AM. We need to keep in line with the schedule. If anything goes wrong, you know what to do."

Kensuke affirmed and hung up the phone. He hung up and Icefang retrieved the map within a short amount of time. It provided aerial views of the surrounding environment. From the city, there was an abandoned warehouse located northeast.

"This is the place," Icefang said while pulling away from the computer. "Director Sandelston, your orders?"

The director cleared his throat and spoke to the group in the situation room. "We go ahead and have Trivol go with Kensuke. I would also like for you to go with them. He will need back-up in case if Torque's men show up. I will inform the STF officers Emico and Redrick to assist you."

Trivol sighed while seeing the feline putting the phone into his pocket. The sapphire werewolf stared at Icefang with a brief smile, putting his hand on his shoulder. "You ready for this, kid? It's not going to be like training."

Icefang smirked, closing the laptop lid and stood up from the chair. "I'm also a SG, in case you've forgotten."

"I'll be looking forward to your help then." Trivol smiled before taking his leave. The werewolf approached the feline with such a fiery edge, making Kensuke uncomfortable. "You will be coming with me and I don't like surprises. If you give me crap, I swear I will kill you with my own hands."

"Of course," Kensuke smiled before Trivol reluctantly took his leave, watching him over his shoulder before leaving with his partner.

***

Emico placed his paw around his mate's head while Redrick's chest touched his in turn. The doberman kissed his forehead and caressed the top of it with his left paw. They enjoyed this moment while having their foreheads touching each other. "Clearly, that was a good time," Redrick said, moaning pleasurably and gave the Doberman pinscher's rump a couple pats.

"It was," Emico agreed, gently pushing him aside and noticed the screen flashing. He brought this to the wolf's attention as he got up from the bed, revealing his muscularity and nudity. "Hey Redrick, looks like it found our guy."

Also in his nude self, Redrick walked over to the computer and sat down in his chair. He hit a button and displayed the information regarding the terrorist. Emico was behind the white wolf rubbing his chest with his finger pads. Redrick moaned mildly before reading the information regarding their suspect. "Torque Siberias. 27 years old. Male. Blue fur and hair. Blue tiger. Joined the Felinician army before being dismissed due to violent behavior toward fellow soldiers. He recently been admitted into The Pack, under Chase Ferris' leadership. Current employment: Warehouse security guard."

"That's interesting," Emico said, studying the information on him and the picture. "Anything else we can find?"

Redrick read the information but shook his head. "Not from here."

"All right," Emico affirmed before his cell phone rang. He strolled quickly and fumbled through the pockets to find it. Once he found it, he pressed a button and spoke clearly. "Lowen."

"It's me, Dmitri. Trivol, Icefang, and the suspect are meeting with the terrorists. The only thing you will need to worry about is backing them up. Be sure you and your men are there with them. I will send the rendezvous point to your phone now. Get going, you're running out of time."

The phone clicked and Emico saw the map on his phone. It was somewhere outside the city. He quickly dressed himself in his uniform. "Looks like we got ourselves a lead. Redrick, get dressed and inform our men to stand by until we arrive."

"Understood," replied Redrick, putting on his pants and jacket while Emico retrieved his bow and quiver and holstered it over his left shoulder. The white wolf revealed numerous throwing knives with long blades and short hilts from his closet. He took a large quantity plus two pairs of daggers, tucking them into the harness around his waist. On their way out, Redrick notified the squadron leader before catching up with the fast-paced doberman.

Chapter 4:

The arctic fox couldn't sleep, but his lover slept comfortably across the sofa. Myles noticed it was three in the morning. He heard chatter outside the door, catching his interest and pressed his ear close to the door. His ears perked as he heard Curtis' voice outside, conversing with someone on the phone.

"Yes, Director Sandelston, I understand," he said before silence lasted a few moments.

"So, you have a lead on the terrorists?"

Pause.

"That's good. I will keep Myles and Pamela under my care and supervision."

A longer pause, lasting a few seconds longer.

"Thank you, director." Curtis hung up the phone before watching the sliding door open from outside. The white fox stepped forward and gazed at the lieutenant, questioning him with his hands placed behind his back. "Director Sandelston called in?"

Curtis tucked the phone into his pocket, reclining against the wall. "Yes. Couldn't sleep, Myles?"

Myles affirmed as he stood next to the Siberian husky, noticing the pistols Curtis carried by his sides. He saw four pistols alongside his left hip. The husky smirked and revealed more weaponry inside his coat.

"Satisfied?" asked Curtis tersely.

Myles nodded nervously, turning away from the lieutenant for a few moments.

"So," Curtis changed the subject, directing his attention. "What's the problem?"

"It's this assignment," he replied. "I get this sick feeling that this is gonna turn out ugly."

Curtis agreed, turning his attention to the white fox. "Ah, I know how that feels."

"My partner Pamela. I'm concerned for her safety as each hour passes by," Myles commented.

The Siberian husky sighed as his eyes glanced at the carpet before gazing at the white fox. "Son, it's a bad idea to have relationships on the battlefield. They will skew your logic, allowing your feelings take over your sense of judgment. The majority of us had our families die and our loved ones perish. I'm not saying that you shouldn't have one, but just be aware of what you're doing."

Myles meditated on Curtis' words of wisdom, remaining idle for some time. The white fox's ears flickered while his tail swayed idly. "Lieutenant, have you lost anybody close to you?"

The husky gazed at the arctic fox, replying solemnly to his question. "I have lost my mother and sister when I was young. Killed by Felinicians. Raised by military officials who adopted and raised me as one of their own. They enlisted me in the STF when I was twenty-three. However, I only spent time with Redrick and Emico. They taught me about life and service in the military."

Silence passed between them. Curtis pushed himself away from the wall and asked his partner. "Want to survey the area?"

"All right," replied Myles, following Curtis outside the residence. The night proved chilling for the fox but the Siberian husky did not flinch at all. Myles walked along with his emerald eyes scanning the area.

Curtis gave full attention to the surrounding environment. Quick movement traveled among the bushes which Myles quickly drew his weapon while Curtis pulled out two pistols from his coat.

"Keep your eyes peeled," warned Curtis as his footsteps stepped on the grass. The fox kept his senses alert as they scanned the environment. Myles noticed the hedges' leaves blowing against the wind, hearing footsteps cracking on twigs.

"Something's there," Myles said softly, approaching the noise subtly. Curtis had firearms in hand, ready to strike the enemy. The vulpine increased speed and observed the peek holes through the hedges, only seeing the wall surrounding the premises.

"There's nothing here," he mutter before his ears twitched rapidly.

Two Felinicians jumped from their hiding spots, but Myles and Curtis escaped before they attacked them. Myles twirled his body, elegantly evading harm while Curtis performed the same maneuver. Once their feet touched ground, they observed their enemy's appearances.

Both were Felinician mercenaries. A panther and a cougar wielded a sword and gun in their hands. Curtis' eyebrows furrowed, keeping his pistols aimed at their enemies. The panther spoke gruffly while holding his weapons. "Heh, foolish canines. You can't stop from what's gonna happen. I do not blame you for trying, but Senator McAllister has been getting on our nerves, so we wish to kill her."

Myles interjected while pointing his gun-blade towards them with his finger lightly resting on the trigger. "Tell us why you're doing this. "

The cougar answered the fox's question while keeping his gun and sword pointed at him. "Awww, that would be too easy. Besides, it would be more fun for you to figure it out. Plus, it helps give suspense. Shall we fight?"

He initiated the fight, with his blade striking the arctic fox. Myles quickly followed through with his strikes, each stroke releasing full energy with his left arm. The fox deflected the cougar's attacks, but some penetrated through his coat. He pulled his left hand and slashed diagonally across the feline's fur. The cougar drew back, evading each strike and parrying against them. He pulled away his sword and fired his pistol with his left, but the arctic fox protected himself with his gun-blade.

Curtis twisted his body, avoiding the panther's sword strikes. The Siberian husky proved more dexterous than the panther thought. The husky's vision remained unaltered with his body being upside down and fired his pistols until depletion. He tossed them aside before retrieving a new pair. Once on the ground, he had his fingers on the triggers, seeing the panther wounded. The panther twirled his sword, striking the enemy but Curtis remained alert and evaded the strikes with quick reflexes.The panther fell on the ground with his knees hitting the grass. This caught the cougar's attention and halted his strikes against the fox.

"Charles!" The cougar ran and held his companion. The panther coughed up blood while speaking to the cougar. "Mark, proceed with the plan and execute it perfectly." Mark took off with his legs hopping over the wall.

Curtis knelt down by the panther's side and held onto his hunter's knife to force him to talk. "What is going to happen tomorrow besides the assassination attempt?"

"Once you see it, you will figure it out," Charles mentioned before catching a glimpse of Myles' gun-blade. He spoke to the arctic fox, blood dripping from his muzzle. "Ah, someone wielding a gun-blade. Surely, something that the Felinicians can't wield. For that, I will tell you one thing."

Curtis took out his phone immediately and requested medical assistance come to his position. While the medical staff were on the way, Myles paid close attention to Charles' clue. "At nine AM, there will be an announcement for all Caninians to hear. All major news channels will air this."

With that, he let out his last breath and the arctic fox checked for pulse and shook his head. Curtis exclaimed loudly, cursing to himself. The medic team arrived too late and checked the body for any belongings. They took his phone, wallet, and ID which Myles requested to see through a pair of latex gloves.

He read the card with the name and occupation. Senator, Pamela, and the Senator's guards arrived at the scene. Rochelle waited while Curtis and Myles approached her with news. "Senator, two assassins were sent to kill you but one of them escaped before we had the chance to neutralize him."

Rochelle sent piercing daggers with her eyes blazing towards them. "Damn it! You two should have done a better job neutralizing this threat." Myles interrupted by taking out the small Nano Recorder. "Senator, it's time we look at the bigger picture. As crucial as the peace treat may be, this recording deserves our immediate attention."

He played the message and turned up the volume, hearing Charles' voice, telling them of the event.

"There will be an announcement at nine in the morning. All the news channels will air this live."

Rochelle remained silent for a few minutes before Curtis agreed with the fox, consulting with the tan wolf. "I agree with Myles. You need to realize that a more serious threat still stands probable."

The tan wolf walked away with the guards surrounding her. However, Pamela walked close to Myles, hugging the fox, before embracing her in return. The golden retriever's ears perked as she noticed her boyfriend's distraught look on his face. "What's the matter, Myles?"

The arctic fox found it hard to find the right answer. However, he had to reply to her question and gave a soft kiss on her forehead. "Nothing, sweetheart. We should be more concerned with today's events. Curtis, should we continue to follow the plan?"

The Siberian husky secured his pistols in their holsters. "Yes, follow through as you were ordered. Don't forget it's your duty to protect the Senator at all costs. I will brief on the rotation later on before the meeting. Thank you for your assistance earlier. Greatly appreciated it." He smiled briefly before returning to his station. Pamela broke away, asking Myles of the incident earlier.

He replied after releasing a sigh. "Something we should be aware of this morning."

***

Trivol spoke with Icefang regarding Kensuke's position with the Hunter, stationed precisely where the lion was told to meet with the terrorists. Icefang continued speaking with an iSlate, revealing the larger map of the area. "I will be at this location." He explained while Trivol studied the map. "I will wait until the conversation is over, then take them out one by one."

Trivol pressed a button near the stairwell on the map, presenting a schematic of the entire area. "I will be here, observing the situation. Also, while the feline is not here, I have something to discuss with you."

"Sure, what is it?" asked Icefang, walking with Trivol to a private area.

"It's Kensuke. I don't trust him," Trivol paused, scanning the area before resuming his conversation. "I need you to keep on eye out on the engineer. He might slipped a line or two by us. Curse that feline to hell!"

Icefang gave a puzzled look, recalling back to the phone conversation. "Really? How so?"

The sapphire werewolf punched the wall and snarled with his eyebrows furrowed. "He wanted us to think he is working with us, but he told them indirectly he was in trouble. However, he led us to one of the terrorists. Just make sure that Kensuke arrives here safely." His phone rang through his pocket. He took it out and noticed the name on the screen. The canine bowed curtly before taking his leave. "Excuse me." He walked off towards a secluded area before talking into the microphone. "McKenley speaking."

"Trivol, it's Redrick. What's your status?"

"Icefang and I are waiting for Kensuke to bring the Hunter, but it has not arrived yet. You and Emico will have to listen to this. This is a trap set by the suspect and the terrorists. We will need back-up.

"Got ya covered. Reinforcements are en route to your position."

Trivol raised a brow. "You know our area? How?"

"We are following a lead. His name is Torque Siberias. He's the warehouse manager. We have the assumption he will be there. Any sign of the Hunter or the terrorists?"

"None," replied Trivol, noticing a pair of headlights coming through the large door. "Hold on..." he whispered softly, his monocle scanning the occupants inside the van. He saw two terrorists riding in the van. He spoke softly as he studied the two intently. "Redrick, I see a blue tiger and a leopard."

"The blue tiger is our target. We will be there in fifteen."

"All right."

He hung up the phone and returned to Icefang with Kensuke in the seat, controlling the large machine. The platinum werewolf readied his sniper rifle and spoke to Trivol. "I'll be in position." He took his leave for his station while the feline was in his seat, glancing at Trivol, his paws gripping the levers.

"Just do it comfortably and you'll live," Trivol remarked as he unfolded his gun-blade and pulled away from view.

Kensuke controlled the Hunter forward, meeting up with his contacts. Trivol hid himself while Icefang spoke through the microphone as Trivol's eyes remained on the situation. "I'm in position and will be your eye from here."

Trivol smiled briefly before listening to the conversation. His earpiece listened to the grinding mechanics through Kensuke's earpiece. Now the conversation started between Kensuke and the terrorists. He shifted his attention and eyes towards the felines. He saw the blue tiger and a cougar wearing heavy clothing to camouflage themselves. The blue feline stepped forward while the lion made his way to ground level from the Hunter.

"You brought the Hunter, I see?" he said while the cougar stepped forward, examining the machinery.

"Yes, I did what Chase asked me to do," replied the feline.

"Good, he wants you to make a triggering device for the bombs so we can detonate them at the following targets." The leopard headed towards the cockpit and called out through his echoing voice. "Bring 'em in and transport them to the Hunter."

Trivol turned his head behind the corner to see the bombs being transferred. The werewolf couldn't make it out from his position. He spoke quietly to his eye above. "Icefang, you have a visual up there?"

"They're opening the hatch right now. Five gas canisters. Holy crap! What are they pulling off here?"

"I'm not sure and I certainly don't want to know," Trivol replied, hoping reinforcements would arrive soon. Torque took off his shirt, revealing his well-built body with his six-pack along with his broad chest. Trivol paid careful attention to the blue feline.

The blue tiger studied the five house-cats who carried a canister. Torque supervised the procedure while the leopard opened the back panel to load the canisters. Each one was placed carefully into the compartment and secured tightly with chains and locks. The final canister was loaded before the leopard closed the hatch.

The sapphire werewolf spoke into his microphone, tensing his grip on the weapon. "Prepare to take a shot."

"I hear ya," Icefang positioned his finger on the trigger.

His eyes viewed the situation, keeping his paws, holding the long weapon with ease.

He felt wind against his fur as Kensuke strode with dexterity, pulling out his weapon from his back with his blade pointed towards him. Trivol's expression remained the same with Kensuke betraying them and informed the terrorists.

The blue tiger snickered, pointing his MXC-32 machine gun towards the canine. Icefang was also surrounded with weapons aimed at him. "Looks like the tables have turned, canine. We can always kill you or have you suffer, which is also as good as killing you."

Trivol shook his head, firing his shot towards the feline with the bullet, but the bullet deflected off Kensuke's swallow. He gave a devilish look towards Trivol with his eyes furrowing in anger. The blue tiger snickered, patting the lion's shoulder and snickered towards Trivol. "Well, you certainly have lots to learn about the feline race."

"Well," Trivol said while his aim remained unaltered, keeping his look and tone under control. "Certainly looks like you have quite the number. We still can take you."

Torque chuckled out loud with his muzzle drawing a devilish grin. "Well, how will you do against thirty mercenaries?" He whistled, and they came in fully armed with guns pointed at the two canines. Trivol glanced around, adjusting his monocle to get a clear vision of his targets.

The sapphire werewolf chuckled, giving a toothy grin. "Well, well. I'm flattered to be the guest of honor at this party. Unfortunately, this isn't my type."

Trivol moved with agility and finesse, striking their weapons and deflecting their bullets using his gun-blade. He twirled his body while bullets were being shot with great speed. Some felines wielded swords along with pistols. The werewolf bowed with his gun-blade positioned diagonally across his chest. "Shall we dance?" Trivol sprinted with great velocity, slicing their weapons before turning his body and slashing their backs through their clothes.

Red arrows flashed on his monocle, directing him towards his enemies. He saw two men firing at him with their machine guns. He performed a triple backflip, flipping in a different direction. After landing on his feet, he blocked the bullets using his blade. However, two more men came from both sides with swords pulled back, ready to strike the werewolf. He jumped with enough altitude, transforming his weapon into the pistol and delivered four bullets to the felines. All fell, and Trivol saw his monocle flashing red with a tiger wielding a sword. Trivol smirked as his eyes glared angrily towards him, his voice having some sarcasm. "My my. You have a strong will to kill me, don't you?"

The tiger struck him with a diagonal slash, but the sapphire canine repelled the attack with his weapon. He reverted back to his sword. Both struck each other with their swords parrying with sparks revealed from their strikes. The feline came from the side and Trivol grunted as he struggled with the attacks. The canine struck down with the blade aimed for his head, but the tiger reclined his body back with gritted teeth.

Trivol noticed a chain attached to a motor above and initiated his plan of action. He jumped onto the chain with his left paw reaching for it and his weapon transformed into his secondary weapon. Trivol turned his body to take his shots upon the tiger. It was not until the third shot that his opponent fell with his sword clanging to the ground.

Trivol landed in an empty space, being surrounded by felines with twin swords in their hands. He whispered as his eyes carefully studied his enemies with precision. "Redrick, Emico. Hope you get here soon." The werewolf sprinted forward, with his right foot tripping the enemy before spinning his gun-blade to slash his enemy. Trivol gave an angry stare before a house-cat came in with his swords. The werewolf evaded the strikes before kicking him away. Therefore, he initiated the strikes, stumbling the feline while trying to defend himself.

A few felines approached the canine behind his back. Trivol quickly finished off the feline he fought with, turning himself around to protect himself from the two attacks. He grunted as their strengths combined equaled to his strength alone. 'Damn, these felines are sure persistent,' he thought. He knelt down with his gun-blade pulled back to commence his attack. He mustered his strength before springing up, twirling his gun-blade and slashing the felines' bodies. Both fell instantaneously, and the canine fired his shots while being airborne. Trivol glanced at his partner, seeing an enemy crouching behind him to slice his throat. "Oh, no you don't,"

The platinum werewolf turned his body, noticing the feline behind him with a hunter's knife. The next moment, the feline's head jerked violently with the bullet penetrating his skull. Blood sprayed onto the handles on the catwalk. Icefang glanced at Trivol with a petrified look, but he took his energy sword, carrying out his attacks. His grip was positioned over-hand on the handle.

The beam-sword glowed and buzzed, and his eyes glared through his glasses. "Let's get this show on the road!" He dashed towards one enemy with his left foot kicking against his right cheek. Icefang stepped forward with a slash, burning through the clothes and flesh. Three enemies approached him from both sides, and Icefang diverted his attention to the ones behind him. Grabbing onto the rail, he twirled his body with his feet simultaneously kicking their faces. Once landing on the catwalk, he switched his energy sword to his left hand and blocked their attacks. They left themselves open to the werewolf's blade, slicing their clothes and bodies fell on the floor.

Icefang gazed upon the situation down below. Trivol suffered a wound across the chest. Reinforcements arrived with Emico and Redrick leading the canine team. The doberman fired his arrows to target three felines near Trivol. He retrieved three more arrows and continued to fire while Redrick cast his knives towards the six on the catwalk. The rest of the reinforcements fired their weapons to kill off the remaining mercenaries. Many were killed upon the first moment, but a few escaped. The house-cats' scattered across the floor, and Trivol touched the wound with his paw, wincing at the pain. Redrick placed his paw on the werewolf's shoulder. "Better not handle it on your own. I'll have the medic team mend you."

Trivol nodded, pulling off his jacket and revealed his muscular form with his six pack shown underneath his light-blue fur. His possessed well-defined arms and a perfect V-line structure. The medic team consisted three people. Two of them were female chihuahuas and a male greyhound. One of the females carried the first-aid kit. The greyhound held a clipboard in hand. Trivol felt the alcohol cleanse the wound.

The male doctor jotted notes down on paper. Icefang followed the soldiers to where Redrick and Emico were, putting the hilt at his side. The silver-furred canine saluted them, before requesting information from the STF officer. "Is there anybody alive?"

Emico shook his head, folding his arms across his chest. "None, all the felines are either dead or have run off. Our men are doing a perimeter check."

"You might have missed two of them. One of them is your suspect and the other the traitor. Torque and Kensuke."

Redrick's ears perked, hearing Torque's name. "They escaped?"

"I'm afraid so," Icefang replied, seeing Trivol being mended by the two females before continuing his reply. "He held Torque at gun-point, but he somehow reversed the situation. During the commotion, they took the Hunter. Sorry that we couldn't stop them in time. We were swarmed with mercenaries, so we were caught off guard."

"Hmm...," Redrick twirled his dagger in his left hand. "Guess that can't be helped. What else did you see regarding the short encounter?" He sheathed his dagger back into its holster.

"I saw them putting five gas canisters in the Hunter. They also talked about destroying targets, though I haven't heard anything regarding them."

Emico and Redrick conversed with each other on the subject matter before talking with Icefang. "We have no leads," Emico initiated with his eyes glancing at the wolf. "We have no idea where Torque might be. Makes me curious of what they're up to today. Does Kensuke have a noteworthy position?"

"He's the chief engineer for the Felinician army." Icefang replied.

"Ah, that makes sense." The doberman replied while pulling out his phone, making an urgent call. "Patch me through to Director Sandelston. This is Emico Lowen, STF." He walked off to a secluded area to have a private word. Icefang noticed the nurses finished bandaging his left shoulder. The greyhound asked Trivol to sign the form. He did so without question before noticing his partner walking towards him, somewhat shocked that he remained alive after that attack.

"It's all right," Trivol reassure him with a smile. "I have been doing this twelve years. It's my job."

"I know," Icefang sighed, his auburn eyes gazing at him solemnly. "However, just seeing anybody injured makes me nervous."

Trivol chuckled, rising from his seat and patted his shoulder. "You don't need to worry. We know what we're getting ourselves into. Anyway," he grabbed his gun-blade and coat before speaking with the platinum furred werewolf. "Where's Kensuke and that blue tiger?"

"They escaped with the Hunter, so there is no lead at the moment. Emico is talking with Director Sandelston about the situation. Redrick is gathering information regarding the site. Ah, speaking of whom, he's coming this way," Icefang cleared the pathway for Redrick. Trivol wore the jacket over his shoulders and saluted the white wolf with his golden orbs staring calmly. "Sir."

Redrick nodded, signaling him to be at ease before taking a step forward. "Trivol McKenley. I always wanted to work with you and this has been the first."

"Thank you, sir," he said calmly before tucking his gun-blade into the holster.

"I see that your combat skills have not diminished," he commented while motioning Trivol to follow him. Icefang spoke from behind. "I will wait for you at headquarters." He took his leave with a soldier escorting him to his transport. Redrick continued speaking while walking to their own. "How decent is your boxing?"

The sapphire canine shrugged, giving an honest answer while riding in their transport. "I'm fairly decent. I did for about five years. The only sport I count as exercise aside form weight lifting and running on tread-mills. Why do you ask?"

Redrick closed the door before the vehicle drove towards the SCC. "Are you interested in a sparring match?" He smirked with his teeth showing off his smile. Trivol had not accepted a sparring invitation from anybody else other than Myles. His eyes stared at his form before noticing the barbell earring on his right ear. The sapphire werewolf noticed his hand extended. Trivol extended his paw, gripping Redrick's.

"Since we don't have a lead, might as well just kill time with some exercise," Redrick said while reclining in his seat. I will meet you on the gym floor as soon as possible. Bring your boxing attire. I'm sure we will have a nice sparring match."

Trivol acknowledged his superior's orders while staring out the sky, hoping there would be a full moon tonight. He sighed before worrying about the trouble ahead.

***

Torque surveyed the area through the Hunter's viewing window. The blue tiger smiled, patting the lion's muscular shoulder. "Good thing you wanted to be with us, Kensuke." The environment appeared close to the Felinician city Larpozo. The lion kept the Hunter moving towards the destination. The worn-down buildings with poor lighting and broken windows. Torque studied the numbers written on each hangar and Kensuke examined them as well. "Here it is, Hangar 15. I'll let Chase know."

He pulled out his phone and quickly called his boss with his earpiece pressed against his skull."Torque, are you outside?" Chase asked.

"Yes. We're outside hangar 15."

The door slid open with five men on each end, pulling the massive door which Kensuke moved the machine forward. Their boss had black stripes down his white body with his blue vest resting on his shoulders. He wore black jeans worn around his waist. He had a bulky appearance with his chest bulging out. The strange thing was his bronze mechanical left arm from the elbow extending down to each finger.

They both went to the ground level and met with Chase in person. The leopard got out of the Hunter before conducting other tasks. The lion's bifocals got a clear look at Chase's whiskers protruding from his snout. He knelt down to match Kensuke's eye-level and spoke rather haunting. "Without you, we would have no chance to get the canisters in the city. You're our mastermind behind the machinery." he said softly with his eyes now turning towards his companion and fellow conspirator. "Has there been any difficulty with the mission?"

Torque shook his head before Kensuke went to his computer to design the schematics of future machinery. "He followed through with our plan though he did not know that the two canines would be with them." Chase turned his head toward the side and shook his head in shame. "Pity. Well, it's only a small fraction of our problem."

"You are to kill them with your weapon. If you fail, your family and yourself will be exposed to the T5 bomb."

Kensuke lowered his head and gritted his teeth lightly before rising slowly to stare at Chase with loyalty and honor. "Yes, Chase. I'll get on it." Chase smiled and dropped the weapon gently and told Torque regarding the lion's service. "Be sure to remind him who his enemies are and have him cooperative with our plans. I'm trusting that you do your job well, You are my right hand man and second-in-command."

"Of course. Anything to honor and serve The Pack."

"Good," Chase said, glancing at his watch. "It's 3:30 AM. I better prepare that speech. Hopefully, that will make the Senator cooperative. Torque, guide Mr. Katayama over to the training room and keep him supervised." The blue tiger acknowledged and motioned Kensuke to follow him. He followed without argument as they walked towards that particular section. Meanwhile, Chase strolled over to the leopard with his left arm placed on the desk, asking him about the status. "How are we doing on the canisters, Lewis?"

"Good, all five canisters are stationed throughout Krestol, having a high density people population. All that needs to be done is to trigger them through the detonator."

"Excellent. Hopefully Senator McAllister negates this peace treaty. If she neglects, she will regret of doing so when she had the chance. Lewis, keeping surveying the situation and let me know if there has been any changes."

"Yes, sir." Lewis replied before Chase went off to a secluded area. He pulled out his phone and dialed a specific number that only he knows. He punched in the number and allow the phone to ring several times.

The phone was answered by a mysterious voice. "Yes, Chase. What is it?"

***

Trivol wore a pair of black boxing trunks with matching gloves and boots. His monocle was taken off prior to this match. He glanced down at the left of his chest. The wound was mended nicely, having quite an effective healing process. He strolled proudly between bench-press machines. He kept his head high and his arms kept calm at his sides. The path led him to a room where a boxing ring was stationed with a few punching bags surrounding the ring. When his arm pushed the door, a voice echoed his name throughout the floor. "Trivol, you look absolutely stunning with that strong back." Redrick complimented as he came in with his red boxing uniform. Trivol quickly turned, snarling towards him with an agitated look. "Do you always hit on muscular males?"

Redrick ventured forward to meet the werewolf, patting his shoulder lightly. "Sorry if I carry that notion. Besides, I'm one who considers others first before getting any ideas. Secondly, I'm currently dating Emico and with his physique, I'd be his bitch." Trivol opened the door with his back pushing it open. Redrick followed behind with his massive height towering him. Both climbed into the ring, with Trivol holding the ropes for the taller canine. He entered the ring with the taut canvas, providing a smooth footing.

Trivol and Redrick got in their fighting stances with their boxing gloves kept at arms' length. The sapphire furred werewolf asked him, guarding his face with his gloves. "Any reason you want to spar with me?"

"I will tell you once we exchange a few punches," Redrick said before motioning his partner to strike first. Trivol did not hesitate, dancing around Redrick while keeping his body agile. He studied his motions, seeing Redrick's gloves guarding his cheeks. His instincts urged him to step forward, thrust his right fist towards his oblique. To his surprise, Redrick possessed a similar body structure to his own.

Redrick followed his strike and jabbed Trivol's abdomen with his right. Trivol aimed punches towards the opponent's stomach as well with Redrick deflecting each strike. The sapphire canine lunged with a punch to the stomach, and Redrick snickered, returning the punch with greater strength. Trivol grew shocked, feeling the heavy blow to his stomach. Redrick leaned in and spoke into his ear. "I think the main problem is that you don't possess enough dexterity."

They broke apart, and the sapphire canine panted, readying himself for another round. Redrick bared his fangs while he figured out his strategy. He lunged once more with his left hand aiming for his head, but his opponent blocked the attack with his right forearm and furiously punched his mid-section. Redrick deflected the attack with his right, giving him opportunity to hit Trivol's head.

The blue werewolf felt his head jerk violently. He snarled while they broke apart with Trivol's ivory teeth soaked with blood. He spat over the rope before Redrick's words rang through his ears. "However, your strength and ability remain strong. You even got me in the stomach and the head." He chuckled, pulling off his glove and held his taped-hand up. Trivol sighed, pulling off his gloves and walked towards Redrick. He took his place, sitting in the center of the ring with his chest fur ,developing sweat from lights and punches. Trivol sat next to him and smiled softly, not compelled to say anything.

"Trivol," Redrick put his paw behind the werewolf's back. "the reason I asked you for the sparring match is to point out your mistakes before we get ourselves into more trouble. Director Sandelston has not told you this, but you have an Inner Core."

Trivol stared blankly with his mind being clueless. "Excuse me, Inner Core? What is it?"

"A system implanted into yours and Myles' brains only. Everybody does not know, even Myles doesn't. It's a system that boosts your body's current abilities and allows you to escape impossible circumstances. Only you two possess it. Also, we need to find information regarding the Felinicans' plan today because we are stranded without a clue to what their agenda is. "

"So, how do I activate this Inner Core inside my body?" Trivol asked.

"We go to Darren Stratford since he's the director of the technology department. He has access to room B-47 and that's where the machine and program can be activated."

The sapphire werewolf spoke not a word but to dwell on this matter. His partner sensed this and apologized for his abrupt request. "I'm sorry, Trivol, to have brought this upon you suddenly."

"No no," Trivol shook his head, staring calmly at the white wolf. "It's all right. Just meditating on the subject, that's all. It does spike an interest though. I'll give it a shot."

"Good. As soon as we change, we'll go ahead and head down there."

Some time passed and Redrick rose up, extending his paw toward Trivol with a smile. "Don't worry about it though. The answers will come to you, I'm sure." He took the white wolf's paw, rising to his feet and both exited the ring. Redrick smacked Trivol's ass playfully, startled from the sudden action. "Don't be alarmed," he said, while resting his arm around his shoulder. "I'm mated. Now, let's change into our uniforms and meet with Darren to activate the Twin Wolves."

***

Director Sandelston called Emico into his office regarding their attack on the terrorists. The director had his earpiece in his ear while talking to Icefang regarding the mission. He paced quickly that Emico grew nervous by his agile movements. The doberman assured the gray wolf while rising from his seat. "Everything will work out, I'm sure."

Dmitri snarled towards the STF officer and splayed his ears down towards his skull. "What the hell are you saying?! Myles is the only one on the field but will be swarmed with mercenaries. We have T5 Bombs out there plus find who the culprit inside the government. You assume that everything will just 'work out'?"

Emico saw the logic behind his statement and refrained from saying anything. The gray werewolf sat down on his desk, reclining in his chair. The doberman crafted his words in order to refrain from saying anything idiotic. Then, and idea hit him and spoke while the director glanced up above towards the ceiling "I told Redrick to tell Trivol about the Inner Core. Once we activate their Inner Cores, we have a standing chance to find anything regarding today's events."

Dmitri moved his seat forward to speak with Emico. "Are you suggesting we use the Twin Wolves to unravel details?"

"Redrick has felt the same way as I do," he started, standing up and leaning closer to speak with Director Sandelston. "this may be the last fight with the Felinicans and they will not hesitate to use any specific means to attack the Caninians. Sir, Trivol and Myles are our only hope to finding out what is really going on."

The director meditated on the suggestion and considered their next plan of action. "Gather information from Curtis while I ask for the President's approval."

Emico acknowledged and called his contact inside the Senator's office while Dmitri picked up the phone, dialing the phone number to the President's office. Simultaneous calls happened with the doberman secluding himself into a private area.

Dmitri spoke to the operator, who immediately connected him to the President. The phone rang numerous times before it was picked up by the President. His voice was clear and articulate as he spoke with the director. "President Crestin speaking."

"Mr. President, I have some news to share with you. We received word of a possible threat that will strike the city, and the threat will not be pleasant."

"What's the plan of action you're carrying out now?"

"We are waiting for some lead that will help us find them. Sir, I have something to run by you that will help us in our investigation."

"What would that be, director?"

"We activate the Inner Cores implanted into two SGs. Trivol McKenely and Myles Jaden. Their senses of scouting and attacking are excellent, but we need more than attacks and scouting skills to defeat our enemies. There are terrorists at large and we need information fast. You will receive an electronic document soon regarding approval. Once we receive your signature, then we can carry things out from here."

"What trouble are we dealing here?"

"Mainly targeting highly populated areas. We are examining the type of bombs they will use on the city."

_"Hmm, I will read and look over your request. I will ask one of my Chief of Staff contact you as soon as possible. Let me know if anything changes." _

Director Sandelston noticed Emico giving a signal, and Dmitri nodded his head before saying good-bye to the President. He lowered the phone and gave the doberman his attention. "Well? What's the news with Curtis?" He said while sending the information over to the President.

"He told me he and Myles encountered a mercenary and leaked information to them. He told them regarding a broadcast that will be aired at nine in the morning. Every news channel will broadcast it."

"Hmm," Dmitri sighed, glancing at the floor and thought of what the best possible alternative. "This isn't going the way we want it. However, this is all we can do." He splayed his ears back and grunted before receiving a phone call. He put the phone on speaker. "Yes?"

_"Sir, I have one of the Chief of Staff on the line. He wishes to speak with you." _

"Who is it?"

"Head of Homeland Security, Donovan Stryke."

"Patch him through." Dmitri commanded, waiting a few moments.

"Director Sandelston, I'm speaking on behalf of the President."

"What was his response, sir?" Dmitri queried.

"The file is sent to your computer. Also, all information you have for the President will come through me. Call this number when you have something for me."

"How did you get this a hold of this number?"

_"Leo Sullivan gave me this number. I dispatched him to you so he will follow orders. Also, he is my colleague's brother. He will be there shortly." _

"Thank you, sir." Dmitri said.

_"One last thing, do realize the risks you're taking while using the Twin Wolves." _

"I will be aware of that, sir." Both lines disconnected and the director noticed the file opened on his desktop. The President's signature was authentic, and the document contained the order. Emico noticed the form and inquired regarding the executive order. "When were you planning on carrying that out?"

The director shrugged while glancing out the window. "As soon as possible. Leo will be here so be sure you greet him properly when he arrives."