Renegades

Watchdog

Written By Joshua_Penguin4

When I made it back to the Renegade base, I was met with a glare from Wayne.

"Who is dead?" He asked.

"Many," I replied. "Why do you have a dog with you?"

"I am promoting you to Captian. Yes, it is such a large leap from Private, but you proved yourself  many times now and prior to the nuclear disaster that has made the planet what it is. Captians are required to have dogs to help sniff out enemies and friendlies. This is Napoleon." Wayne gave Napoleon a little nudge and he went running at me. I dropped to a knee and started petting him. As I was getting aquanted with the dog, Stewart, our stratigist, walked over with another man.

"Hola, amigos! I am Miguel. And this," he said hefting a chubby cat, "is Miguelito." Miguelito mewed. All of the women Renegades cast looks of desire at Miguel. Or glares at Milguelito, for he was currently scratching at Miguel's legs. "Call me Mike. I love los gatos and las chicas." Mike said smiling at the women polishing wepons. 

Finally, Stewart was able to explain how the chisled Spaniard had arived at the base with his cat. Stewart got rid of Mike by telling him to go and ask the (female) wepon supervisors for his gun as we walked to the counsil room. Wayne and some other important leaders were standing around a table with a map on it. Daphne looked sad when she noticed a complete lack of a certian Spanish spice behind us.   

"All right, Stewart what strategy do you have for us today?" asked Wayne. "and, please, no more tactics from the mind of William T. Riker. I have nothing against Star Trek, but those manuvers are out-dated!"

Suddenly the cayenne pepper of the Renegades sashayed in and asked, "Did some one say dated?"  Daphne swooned and Stewart had to grab her arm and remind her who she was married to. Mike swept back his hair and said something that I'm sure is heart-melting in Spanish. 

Then, there was a loud boom.