Episode 2: Getting to Know You
Rogue Rovers
Disclaimer: I don't own Road Rovers. I don't own Dylan, Jake, Rune, Briggs, Zudnik, and Raymond. They belong to Dylan Rinald. I also don't own Elmer Fudd or the Ballad of Jed Clampett. J, Ice Blaze, and Khalil belong to me. If you want to use them, feel free to use them in your stories (make sure to credit me). Feel free to comment and make suggestions.
Chapter 1: Crisis in the Middle East
Somewhere in the Middle East was an oil refinery. The oil refinery consisted mostly of silos for oil containment before being sent to be poured into barrels and warehouses used for storing said barrels until being shipped to their destinations. There was also a laboratory that is used for testing the quality of the oil.
Inside the lab, there were numerous computer terminals and lab equipment used for testing the quality of the oil. Numerous lab technicians were walking through the large facility. Some of them were at the filling machines, obtaining oil samples to ensure the right quality for the oil, while others were sitting at the computer terminals, monitoring the process and the machines.
One of the lab technicians walked past one of the filling machines in the lab. Suddenly, a hand covered by dark brown fur quickly covered the mouth of the technician and pulled the technician into the shadows of the large filling machine. The technician tried to scream, but the screams were muffled by the mouth still being covered. A sharp blow to the neck caused the technician to collapse onto the floor unconscious.
The owner of the hand gave a dark chuckle as it crouched down and removed the hooded lab coat, goggles, and gloves from the lab technician and said, "That was too easy."
The figure stepped out of the shadow of the large filling machine and into the open space of the lab, wearing the lab coat, gloves, and goggles that belonged to the lab technician. The replacement technician walked over to another technician and tapped the second technician on the shoulder. The second technician stopped what he was doing and turned toward the replacement.
"We have a problem," the replacement said in a gruff voice.
"What kind of problem?" the second technician asked with a confused look on his face.
The replacement smiled and pulled out a handgun, pointing the gun at the technician, who quickly held up his hands, and said, "A witness problem."
The replacement fired the handgun, which fired a tranquilizer dart into the technician's neck. The sound of the gunfire echoed throughout the lab, and every personnel paused in what they were doing and looked toward the replacement.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," the replacement announced to the lab personnel. "However, you all won't be seeing anything after that." The replacement tapped on headset and gave an order.
Numerous explosions erupted around the walls of the lab, causing all of the lab personnel to panic. Entering through the holes that were created from the explosions were monstrous dog creatures that were very muscular and growling. The creatures charged toward the panic stricken lab technicians, who were attempting to escape toward an exit.
As the ambush was taking place in the lab, the replacement casually walked through the lab and took off the lab clothing, revealing a gruff looking male golden retriever, German shepherd, and Doberman mix, with dark brown fur and few discoloration patches that is placed throughout the body. The mutt had blood red eyes and wore a dark blue tank top, a pair of black pants, with a holster on the right for his handgun, and black leather boots.
He surveyed the area as the monstrous creatures were taking care of the lab personnel, and as he looked up, he noticed some security cameras. He let out a growl and pulled out a magazine and inserted it into the handgun. He pointed the weapon at the camera and fired a shot, destroying the camera. After destroying the camera, he walked around the lab to check to see if there were any more security cameras, taking them out if he saw one.
Once he finished eliminating the security cameras, he tapped on the headset and said, "Phase One is complete. We're now moving onto Phase Two."
A male voice answered through the earpiece, "Excellent. Make sure you clean the place out. I don't want any oil left behind."
"Yeah, yeah," the mutt replied, while rolling his eyes. "I'll make sure those brain dead butt sniffers don't botch it up like they did at the last one." The mutt terminated the communication link and turned his attention to the beasts. "Listen up! This place needs to be cleaned out, and I don't want a repeat of last time! If it happens, I'll have all your heads on a silver platter and use your carcasses for my target practice! Do you understand?"
All of the beasts quickly nodded their heads and began to empty the filling machines of the oil by filling empty barrels with oil. Others went over to the storage facility, where the rest of the oil drums were stored. Outside of the storage facility were numerous semis, with the trailer doors open, parked at the loading docks.
Inside the storage facility, numerous assembly lines of these beastly creatures were passing oil drums to one another from the storage facility to the trailers. Few of the creatures are inside the trailer, stacking the oil drums into the trailers.
As this theft was taking place in the Middle East, thousands of miles away from the theft in the Oval Office in the White House, the President of the United States was going over some vital documents that require his approval.
"Okay now, I need to veto this bill on a tax increase on corporations and put my signature on the bill for bigger tax breaks for corporations," President Bush said out loud as he went through some paperwork that was piling up on his large oak desk in the oval office.
The oval office was a large oval shaped room with white walls. In the center of the caramel and cream striped carpet is the Presidential seal. Also in the center of the carpet were some couches and chairs. Along the walls were bookshelves and chairs. On the left side of the room was a grandfather clock. The large oak desk that President Bush is currently sitting at is sitting in the back of the room directly in front of the window, which provides a view of the South Lawn.
As President Bush continued to work on the bills that came from Congress, a secret service agent rushed into the oval.
"Mr. President," the agent heaved breathlessly. "Turn on the television quick."
"Is there a problem?" Bush asked the agent as he fumbled for the remote under a growing pile of paper.
"See for yourself sir."
Bush found the remote and turned on the television. The television was already set on a news channel. On screen, a reporter was detailing some breaking news.
"We are receiving word now that numerous oil refineries in the Middle East have been breached, and oil drums have been stolen from each of the refineries," the reporter said, facing the camera. "As a result of the shortage, Middle Eastern nations have drastically increased the price of oil to $150 a barrel. If this continues, gas prices would surely sky rocket."
President Bush turned off the television and said, "This is terrible."
"What should we do Mr. President?" the agent asked, looking at the distraught President.
"Get Cheney in here. He should know what to do."
"Mr. President, the Vice President is out hunting again."
"Well, I hope he has his hunting glasses this time," Bush commented as he rubbed his temples. He then realized something. "Aw shoot. Does this mean I have to make this hard decision all by myself?"
"I'm afraid so sir."
President Bush placed his elbows on the desk and rested his head in his hands. He lifted his head and thought out loud, "What would Bill do in a situation like this?"
"Hillary!" Bill Clinton cried out while sitting behind the oval office desk. However, no one came into the office. "Oh, she's not here."
