The Marksman

Chapter Two-Back Home

I sigh slouching on my couch, flipping through the channels. I feel a warm furry head lay on my lap. I smile and stroke my german shepherd's head.

"How's it going there Yager? You hungry?" I whisper at him in a baby voice.

He begins to thump his tail against the couch, looking at me with big puppy eyes. I run my hand over his head and ears again. I stand up and walk over to the kitchen which was right behind the couch. I smile at Yager and can't contain his excitement for food. I pick up his dish from the floor and place it on the counter. I open the food pantry and scoop out kibble. Yager wags his tail even faster and starts whining.

"I know baby boy. Just hold on." I coo at him dumping the kibble into the dish.

I pick it up and place it on the floor watching him eat happily. I start to laugh by his tail movements. I walk back to the living and plop back on the couch. My eyes felt heavy from the stupid trip I had to take to be explained that I was a target and why I was summoned there. I sigh rolling over and close my eyes listening to Yager gulping down his kibble and to the news.

Something wet keeps appearing on my face. I roll over to ignore it but it keeps coming back to wet my face more. My eyes flutter open and see Yager wagging his tail and lick my face again. I smile warmly and rub his head again.

"Good Morning to you too Yager." I baby him. I slide off the couch groaning not wanting to get up and land on the floor. Yager turns his head to the side standing over me. He whines and then licks my face again.

"Alright alright. I'll get up and feed you. Then take you for a walk. How does that sound?" I ask.

In response he wags his tail and bows down then getting up in my face again. I crack up. My hands push him out of my face and grab the coffee table and pull myself up. Yager barks and runs into the kitchen and I follow. He spins around in circles then sits down wagging his tail. I pick up his bowl and pour kibble into it then setting it on the floor. Yager looks at me and looks at the bowl then back to me.

"Good boy." I chime.

He runs to his food and starts eating. I chuckle grabbing the eggs from the fridge. I turn and walk towards the stove and set the eggs on the stove and grabbing two bowls and the milk. I crack open a couple of eggs in a bowl and pour milk into it. I toss the eggs in the sink and grab a skillet then turn the stove on. A cold wet nose touches my legs causing me to yelp. I turn around and look down at Yager.

"That's not funny. Stop smiling." I tease him setting the skillet on the stove.

I begin to cook my eggs and glance at the TV for the weather. All I hear is politics, Joker, Batman, and Penguin. Nothing about the weather. I sigh and turn the TV off. I glance back at my eggs to see they are cooked. I scramble the eggs and pour them in a clean bowl. I am then followed by Yager in the dinning room. He stares me and my food down hoping to he would get the scraps. I laugh trying not to choke on the eggs. I pat him on the head and take the dishes to the sinks. I head into my bedroom and swing the closets door open grabbing a clean pair of pants. I slip them on and put my combat shoes on and head into the living room/kitchen.

Now time to walk the dog and get ready for work. I grab Yager's leash from the counter clip it to Yager's collar. He begins to wag his tail and whine knowing what is going to happen next.

"Well are you ready for your walk?" I ask, Yager barks happily and pulls me to the door.

I slip my keys into my pocket and head out the door. The winter breeze bites my face and throws snow at me and Yager. I tug his leash lightly and he follows me down the steps and onto the main street. My eyes widen to find a couple of people walking about. But its like 0500(5:00am there's a little military time or world time...whatever you wanna call it.) Why are people up?  I stop in my tracks grabbing out my phone and unlocking it,