1984
It was a dark and stormy night as Doctor Garl Yevgenievich approached the house, a large heavy case in hand. He desperately knocked on the door, rain pounding on his clothes. The door opened, letting Yevgenievich quickly come in before shutting.
Garl sighed. "Damn Americans, I thought you were supposed to pick me up at the station!" Garl glared at the only person in the room, a trenchcoat wearing African-american male with a long scar across his face. He looked at Garl with a grimace on his face.
"You weren't supposed to come this early." The man took off his trenchcoat, revealing a army uniform. "What happened over there?"
Garl looked saddened. "The project... they shut it down. I managed to get some of the samples but... they killed them all, Marcus. All of the subjects. Even the little ones."
Marcus gritted his teeth in anger. "Bullshit! We were this close to getting them out!" He pounded a fist on the wall, breathing heavily as he let out his anger. Garl looked down at the case.
"But I was able to save one of them." Garl put down the case and opened it. Marcus walked over and looked down into it.
"Holy shit."
It was a sleeping female raccoon, noticeably pregnant. Marcus looked at with shock. "How is this possible?"
Garl looked at it with tears in his eyes. "The gene meant to enhance the intelligence was supposed to suppress the possibility of pregnancy but... it was immune. The child will be the first of its kind."
Marcus leaned back against the wall, mostly to keep himself calm. It was possible. The American project could finally work. And the children...
"Will it also have the gene?"
Garl sighed. "We don't know. The samples I managed to grab were from similar tests. Canis latrans, Lutra lutra, over 20 different samples that you can use to give the gene to your project."
Marcus looked everything over. "I'll call command. We'll get this to our people."
Garl looked at Marcus. "Thank you. What you have done has saved an entire generation."
Marcus extended his hand. "It's not me you should be thanking. It's yourself. You got them out."
Garl sighed, looking down. "Tell me, will this truly change the world, for the better?"
Looking down at the sleeping raccoon, Marcus smiled.
"Who knows?"
ANIMAL SQUAD
BY
MATTCHEWY
TIME: 22:20
LOCATION: CLASSIFIED
It was getting dark over the harsh desert. In the middle of a small town, the terrorists waited. It was a safe-house in a small village, not really patrolled by any American forces, leaving them with room to do what they want. The place was loading with Ak-47's, IED's, and even Suicide Vests. All ready to unleash hell on those not prepared.
But hell was coming to them.
Saleel stood by the door, gun in hand as his eyes swept along the dry desert. It was cold, and he shivered as a breeze went by. At least he wasn't getting shot at by an american.
Suddenly, he saw something around the corner. Leaping to attention, he lifted his gun to his shoulder and aimed it at the moving thing. It burst out of the corner and...
It was too fast for Saleel to see, but he saw it was on four legs, and had scampered off. He smirked. Damn animals eating the trash all over this town. He turned back to his post, but was suddenly hit by something hitting his back. He tried to move to get it off, but suddenly a knife was at his throat.
He turned to look, and all of his fear amplified as he saw his assailant. It was some sort of canine of some sort, grinning with his sharp teeth. He had seconds before the knife went across his throat, and his world went black.
The coyote grimaced as the blood hit his muzzle. His paws went to his shirt to wipe it off, before sighing and putting his paw to his earpiece. "Guard 1, down."
Soon after that, another animals emerged from the nearby corner. The raccoon was carrying a mini MGL launcher on his back, along with a Kriss Vector in his paws. He grimaced at the blood on the coyote. "Hate it when they spurt like that."
The coyote nodded, lifting his rifle up towards the building. "How many do you think are in there?"
The raccoon hefted his grenade launcher in his paws. "Ash, Does it matter? This baby is going to solve everything."
"Ash" looked at the raccoon disapprovingly. "Bandit, We don't know if there are any civilians in there. Remember Mombasa?"
"Bandit" sighed and put the grenade launcher back on his back. "Damnit."
The two moved up to the door of the building, guns at the ready. Ash lifted his paw, and on the count of 3, they breached the building.
The terrorists were not prepared. Some of their cheap guns either jammed, or backfired. The ones that were able to shoot at the intruders were unable to due to the size and speed of the two agents. They were quick as they took down each room with precision, taking down terrorists before most could move. It only took 1 minute for the building to be cleared.
Bandit sighed, leaning against the wall, clearly tired. "Thank god for cheap guns."
Ash smirked. "Agreed."
The earpiece rang out with a chipper voice of their other squad member. "Animal, what's your actual?"
Ash responded. "We're all good, Robin Hood. We'll meet you at the evac site. Ash out." The connection severed, letting the two agents make their way to the evac site.
The two walked in the darkness of the desert. While it was cold, the fur was a good bonus to keep warm. Ash looked back at the raccoon.
"You did good there. Can't believe Weyland is marking you a B- in combat. Would have to call that an A. A+ if I wanted to be generous."
Bandit sighed. "Weyland can be a bitch. She takes off too much for the small things, like how many bullets you use and some shit. She's a damn sadist."
Ash laughed. "She is harsh. But she's just tough on slow learners. I thought the same of her once, and now... she has a good side too."
The raccoon looked up as they approached the evac site. He grinned "There's our ride."
The two rushed to get inside the helicopter, which flew off right as they got on. They closed the doors and leaning back in the chairs. On the other side was their other member, "Robin Hood". The fox looked at the two agents.
"Mission was a success. Nice job, Ash and Bandit." "Robin" smirked as he spoke, saying the code-names with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Bandit groaned. "I hate those stupid code-names! Why can't I just be called Rocket?" The raccoon grumbled in his seat.
Asher shrugged. "Blame the military. And you were the one to pick that code-name, right?" He smirked at the annoyed Rocket, who looked back at the coyote.
"Whatever. But Reynard over here picked the stupidest name of all! Robin Hood, really?"
The fox looking mockingly aghast. "It was my favorite movie! It was meant for me to pick!"
And so the team argued over stupid code-names all the way back home.