Watchdog

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Written by Joshua_Penguin4

Rykes led me into a small room with two boys in it. Rykes shoved me over the threshold and slammed the door shut. The young man looked at me and said, "You are with the Renegades." Not a question or a guess. A statement. "Yes I am. Who are you boys?" The little boy spoke up. "I'm Ferguson! That's Dirk." I looked at Dirk. Dirk looked like the classic UF prisoner. I knew he was probably 15 or so based on his patchy, almost pre-pubescent beard. But he looked like he was in his late 30s and with the age came a lot of stress. Due to poverty, Dirk was only wearing purple swim trunks, socks that probably used to be white and falling apart tennis shoes. Because of his lack of upper-body wear, I could see the proof that he was a prisoner. On his back was a tattoo of stars.   His eyes, so sorrowful, were grey. His short hair was jet black. His younger brother, Ferguson, was much happier. He was the spitting image of Dirk, except with a smile and bright blue eyes. His black hair was as short as his brother's on the sides and in the back, but in the front it was just long enough to be in his eyes. 

Dirk looked at me. "You being a Renegade and an adult, the Unstoppable Force is going to work you harder than anyone else. Now, sense you know so much about us and the way things work here, who are you?"

I fished in my pocket for my dog tags.  I looked at my tags. 

SINGH, J. aka WATCHDOG

DOB: 05-06-2045

342-76-5189  

O+

NO DENOMINATION

It all came flooding back to me. With conviction, I looked Dirk in the eye and said, 

"Sergeant Jack Singh, Fifth Division, U.S. Army. Currently, Private Watchdog of the Renegades."

Suddenly, the door was flung open. A UF soldier grabbed me by the collar and Dirk by the arm. 

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