Reverie 》Bob Floyd

Chapter 1

If you look closely, you can see a lonely car on the road. This car was full of people and dogs alike. 

The Floyd Family made their way to the condo they would call home for the next few weeks. It had taken some work but they had finally found someone who would allow animals, much less 2 fairly large dogs. But they finally pulled into the driveway, exhausted even if it was only a 3 hour drive. 

The dogs desperately wanted out, but with the longer drive, they had to be in car kennels for the safety of everyone. But as soon as the car stopped, Malina hopped out, stretching her arms. 

"I'm gonna get the dogs," she tells Bob, who has just gotten out himself. He nodded before grabbing a few of their bags. 

The dogs, two purebred German Shepherds, named Risky and Nala, were practically begging to be let out. They had no problem staying in their kennels when needed but a new environment was too exciting to stay still. 

They almost ran right over Malina to investigate the yard. Even without leashes on, they knew to stay by the woman's side. 

You see, these two dogs weren't just family pets. Risky was a Registered Therapy Dog and Nala was a Service Dog, strictly for Malina. (But more on that topic later.) 

Mal let them sniff around for a few minutes before whistling. The dogs come running, following her into the house. 

"The house seems nice. Very open, perfect size for now," Bob tells her, as she comes around and wraps her arms around his torso. His arm comes around her waist, as they watch the dogs sniff around the living room. 

They quickly set up the dog beds and rearrange a bit of the living room, so the dogs don't destroy anything. Once all is settled, Malika takes the bags into the bedroom as Bob goes to get the rest of their stuff from the car. 

Malina is already beginning to unpack when he walks back in. "Let me at least help get the initial stuff away." Malia can be very particular when it comes to packing and unpacking. 

But Mal knows what he's trying to do. "Oh no you don't. You know everyone called back for this super secret mission is going to that bar. What's it called, the Hard Deck?" She looks up at him. "You promised you'd go and at least meet the people who will be your team. And hopefully meet your pilot." 

The last part has Malina shooting Bob a stern look. She was well aware of just how important the level of trust had to be between a Pilot and WSO. The sooner Bob met his pilot for this mission, the faster this trust could be built. 

Bob opens his mouth, ready to argue but quickly shuts it at Mal's look. 

He sighs before saying, "Fine. But at least let me get the dog's food ready as you start unpacking. I can be at least a little helpful." 

Malina laughs, shaking her head as Bob dramatically stomps out of the room, making sure to flash the most unrealistic mad face she had ever seen. 

☽☆☾   ☽☆☾   ☽☆☾

Just on the beach lied a bar, one that was popular with the Navy folk around town. It was called: 

The Hard Deck.

And it was in said Hard Deck that a group of aviators would come together. 

"What do we have here? If it ain't Phoenix!" Hangman says smugly, watching as Phoenix walks up to the pool table with two men flanking her. "And here I thought we were special Coyote. Turns out they give it to anyone." 

Phoenix just stares, annoyed. "Fellas," she begins, "this here is  Bagman." She smirks a little as she finishes, knowing the nickname will piss him off.