NorthPaw: I Got Your Six! (BoyxBoy & Military)

Day: 132 Home Visit

--Chase-

"You ready, new blood?" ...

"Let's get it done, okay?" I say while checking my vest and putting on my lower face skull half balaclava.

"You're a lot bigger than the last time I saw you, new blood. How's the workout regimen?" The white wolf spoke with a raspy voice behind the matching skull balaclava.

"Good. Gained 25 pounds so far."

"In mostly muscle I see." He commented.

"Try to focus, ubity."

He snickered as the elevator door opened and a security guard walked in front of the opening door. He stopped and started staring at us.

Ubity grabbed the guard by the throats and pinned him against the wall.

"You never saw ANYTHING." Ubit growled at the guard and punched him in the muzzle, knocking him out.

"Do you have to do that to everyone who sees us?" I cross my arms while stepping out of the elevator.

"Shut up and help me take care of this. Should be a supply closet somewhere.." Ubity picked up the guard and threw him over his shoulder.

"Down the hall, 5th door on the left." I point.

"How'd you know that?" He asked.

"I used to live in this apartment complex." I informed him.

"Nice.. grab his radio. Need to know if they get a tip or something." Ubity ordered.

I reached into the radio pouch on the guard's duty belt and took his radio, placing it on mine. I also grab his I.D. Card in case we need it.

Ubity opens the supply door and lays the guard down into the room, closing the door.

We walk down to the room we are looking for and knock on the door.

"Just a sec!" The shout from the inside.

"Get ready to suppress 'em." Ubity advises me. I nod.

The fur opens the door a quarter way before slamming it shut.

"Shit!" They exclaim.

"Fuck. Gonna have to bust it done I guess." Ubity sighs.

I push him away and slide the security guards I.D. Card on the card lock. Opening the fur's door. I kick it open and fast walk inside.

"You're just full of surprises, new blood." Ubity chuckles.

I turn the corner into the bed room, the fur jumps at me with a knife. I grab his wrist and twist his arm around, disarming him. He leans forward by force, allowing me to smash my knee into his muzzle two times. He falls to the floor with a busted nose, his knife in my paw.

"Pathetic." I say quietly.

I throw the knife out the window as Ubity makes his appearance.

"You're just doing all the work, aren't you?" Ubity crossed his arms.

"I saved the rest for you." I sit down on the bed and watch.

6 Minutes Later

"Okay, Lance. You decided it was a good idea to borrow $12,000, hire our security and not pay us, not pay us back the $12,000, blow us off for a good 7 months.. we're tired of waiting." Ubity interrogated the target. Him in a chair while I sat on the bed.

"I don't have $12,000.. I only have $4,000. And as soon as that money comes in, I'll give it to you as well as the $3,500 for your security. You need to give me time. I know where I can get it." The fur begged.

"Well, if I gave you time. It wouldn't be a lot. But I will. Tell you what. You get us that $12,000 in 1 month, we'll forget about that additional $3,500. 2 months; $12,000 and $1,200. Got it?" Ubity smirked.

"Got it." The fur sighed in relief.

"Great we can do business. You will be hiring us again?" Ubity asked up close.

"Y-yes of course." The fur stuttered.

"I'm glad." Ubity backed off before punching the fur in the stomach.

"This is just a warning, could've been a lot worse.." I said, getting off his bed.

We walk out of the apartment and continue down the hall. As I pass the doors, I see Kevin and I's old apartment number. I see two male furs walk in holding paws. One fur shorter than the other, they look so happy. Kinda reminds me of-

"Hey you good? We need to go, like now." Ubity snaps his fingers in my face and taps his watch.

I nod and follow him out to our blacked out car and peel off back to our Headquarters.

--Kevin-

I sit and stare at the sand, watching an insect crawl around in the sand. I drag a stick in the sand and draw random shapes. I stop drawing in the sand and realize that i'm drawing chase. I take off my kevlar helmet and put it on my lap and rest on top of it, looking down at the drawing.

I haven't received any mail.. I sent a total of 5 letters with no response yet. I checked with the base and they said all the mail is going through..

Did he.. move on?

I need to do something. My platoon sergeant is gonna kill me for it.

I walk up to my platoon sergeant and stand at parade rest.

"Sergeant, permission to speak freely, Sergeant." I ask in a firm tone.

"You may, and as you were. No need to do that over here. You can talk to me anytime. What's on your mind?"

"Something at home is.. well. I believe something has gone wrong at home, sergeant."

"You believe? Do you know or not?" He asks.

"I.. do know, sergeant."

"Do you have a Red Cross message?"

"..no." I respond quietly.

He look at and down at me with a frown.

"How does your leg feel?.." I points.

"Hurts but I can man-"

"You mean, it hurts and you need con leave to recover?" The platoon sergeant cuts me off.

I'm speechless. What is he trying to say?

"I'll speak to the platoon commander and he'll speak to the company commander. I think I know the problem, Blade. And I want you to take care of it." The platoon sergeant looks at my ring and smirks.

"T-thank you, Sergeant."

"Don't thank me. Thank your recruiter."