The K9 Sergeant By Dani And Alex

chapter 1

Ha, you probably thought I wouldn't update today but I'm actually just going to repost all of his chapters that he has and then go from there hope you enjoy.

I feel the wind rushing around me as I drive into my old home town on my Ducato Panigale R black. The houses rush by as I speed down the road, my coal black hair whipping around only stopped from going in by my helmet.

I recognize my old home and turn into the large driveway containing 3 cars; a great Jaguar F type, A landrover sports discovery, and a Ford f-150. I dismount from my bike and put the stand down to keep it from falling. I remove my helmet and put it on the handle and reach for my things. I put on my camera hat and adjusted so it fits snuggly on my head. I'm wearing a plank khaki green t-shirt and most camo trousers with black combat boots; standard British training Marine uniform.

I turned towards the house remembering memories as I do.

The house was a regular size with a black drain pipe running down the left side which reminded me of when I climb down at to escape from being grounded so I could go to the park. The oak back garden gate, the large black painted door and front living room window was visible from where I was standing.

Realizing how much I missed the house, I walk up to the door raising my hand to knock when the door swung open to reveal my much love older brother.

My brother tackled me in his signature bear hug and I stumble back from the force before righting myself and hugging him back.

As he pulled away I realized he hadn't changed much. He's still supported and athletic physics, high, sharp cheekbones, tan skin, tussled dark brown hair and piercing emerald eyes. He looked like my father as where I looked like my mother with my black hair, average skin tone and bright blue eyes.

He just use for me to come in so I entered calmly preparing to be tackled by my beloved parents whom I haven't seen for a year and a half. Nothing comes running at me. Nothing. I spin around to face my brother to ask."where is dad Nathan?"

He sighs and then after an infuriating moment or two he finally answers,"at work in London, he'll be home around 9ish."

It was 6 so we had about 3 hours until they arrived. My brother smiles sympatheticly and I went to the living room to watch some TV for an hour before my K9 partner max arrived with his military K9 escort for the journey. I switched on the TV and put on an episode of criminal minds and glanced around the room.

The flower pattern curtains shifted slightly a small gust of wind entered from the open window. The walls were painting a dark beige color, the same as the kitchen I recall.

I was seated on a dark leather sofa with gold beaded pillows and a Persian carpet covered the floor below the mahogany colored oak coffee table.

Suddenly I hear a knock over the television.

I switched the TV off and walked towards the door and undead the lock before pulling it open to reveal 2 male Marines dressed in uniform. The Marine on the right was about 5'11 with golden hair and an athletic physique with a light stubble on his chin.

The mantle left has dark brown hair and contrast to the blonde with lean physique instead though with broad shoulders.

Between them straining at the lead was Max, a long hair to German Shepherd or as some know it as, an Alastian. His coat was mainly black with some tan on his chest, legs and undercoat. Max started straining on the lead at the site of me but the brunette held strong on the lead.

"Ma'am, your dog," said the man with blonde hair, gesturing to max.

Max parked excited Lee as a brunette handed need to lead which I gladly accepted with open arms.

"Privates, dismissed," I say saluteing and they quickly follow my example and left so I shut the door. I spun around and showered the dog sitting by my side with hugs as he wagged his tail and attempted to lick my face which I barely managed to avoid. I uncliped the lead on Max's coler and we walked into the living room. I set back down on the sofa, turning the TV back on with my dog laying down by my feet.

I don't doubt during the program currently on thinking about how the dog by my feet could be so gentle and caring yet be a strong and fearless military working dog.

With that thought I drifted into a dreamless sleep which max had already fallen into.