She'll never notice how much I want her. She'll never know how much I care. All that woman ever cares about is work, work, work. We have to find those kids. We have to destroy their Monsuno. If I could do it I would. I would do it so I could have her attention.

Whelp, at least Jon Ace quit. He was always a thorn in my side. Jon was a great co-worker and friend, sure. But, he always got her attention. Jon Ace was her favorite. She always trusted HIM to get the job done while I was backup. I'm sorry Jon buddy, but good riddance. Now I have her all to myself. I'M her number one now.

I walk down a corridor of S.T.O.R.M.'s headquarters. Another day, another futile attempt at catching those brats. With Riccoshot firmly attached to my belt I walk to Commandant Charlemagne's office. I always get so excited to see her. I'm always happy to get new orders so I can follow them, so I can please her.

Charlemagne stands in front of her monitors like usual, watching over the region like a hawk to make sure those little rodents don't get out of her sight. She's so beautiful. In a strong sort of way of course. The woman is all power and force. You can see the muscles rippling through her body as she moved to give a command or launch her Monsuno, Driftblade.

Don't get me started about her in battle! Charlemagne is in perfect sync with that beast. When she moves, Driftblade moves. He's at the ready to take an order just like I am. Sometimes in battle, when she orders Driftblade to do something I wish it were me. I'd be her Monsuno any day. I'll fight with that pussy cat if I have to! I'd even let her hit me with that whip…heh.

Charlemagne looks at me with those powerful eyes. I can't help but look deeply into them. They drag me into their depths like a black hole. Well, a black hole perfectly accented by pink eye shadow.

"Zhere you are Commander Trey," said the woman in that sexy German accent. "I vas afraid you vouldn't show up."

"Sorry mam'," I apologize. "I was training with Riccoshot and got sidetracked."

Charlemagne cracked a smile. It was so beautiful and rare like some out of reach jungle flower. I wanted to pluck it and keep it forever. "Vell, a least you vere doing something productive. I shall let this slide zhis time."

I nod my head once to indicate I understood. Charlemagne hates talking. She only wants action. She once told me that actions speak louder than words. Her actions always did to me. The woman shows power beyond belief with the way she carries herself through the corridors or lashes her whip or throws a soldier off the side of a ship. It's pure magnificence.

Charlemagne turned back to the monitors before her. She clicked a few buttons and those children came up on the screen. She pointed to them furiously. I knew what was coming, but I wanted to hear it from her.

"I need you to go to this desert and apprehend them. Bring as many troops that are willing to go. Do NOT let them escape, Commander Trey, or I will have to deal with you later."

I give Charlemagne my usual salute. "Yes mam'!" I cry out to her.

"Good boy," she murmured under her breath as I walked out the door.

Those words sent chills up my spine! They made me feel new vigor as for the umpteenth time I go out and try in vain to catch those brats. But I go. Just like a good little dog.