ME: Alright! Tinkles is dead (or not) and Kitty is on a rampage! Time for some of my OCs to be introduced! Alpha Two!
Alpha Two: Roger author. You guys'll see me in the story...
Lou honestly couldn't believe it. His former enemy had tipped them off with credible intel and just died...
"Alright!" he said. Dead or not, they had to act on Tinkles intel. "We need to move! Peek, get down to Covert Ops and get ready to provide support!"
He signaled the two agents. "Diggs, Desiree," he said, "with me!"
They moved quickly, ignoring anything else as they went into the rocket. Desiree, still having some moisture around her head, threw up, in contrast to Diggs and Lou, the former enjoying the ride and the former focusing in contrast.
They finally got to the hangar. There was Butch, Dutch, Seamus, Catherine, and six other dogs Diggs and Desiree had never seen.
"Diggs, Desiree!" Dutch said. "Get with those guys!" she indicated the six dogs.
Diggs noticed another German Shepherd that resembled him, although with a more feminine look. He did his best to ignore her, not wanting Desiree angry with him.
"Alright!" Butch said. "You are all part of Task Force Zero! A top secret unit dedicated solely to taking out any and all threats to canines, humans and cats! We will eliminate Kitty Galore's threat and neutralize the Feline Liberation Front! I am Special Agent-in-Charge Butch, and as of right now you will all report to me. My callsign for this mission is King. Understood?"
"Sir," they all sounded off.
He indicated Dutch. "This is my assistant leader. Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge Duchess, or Dutch. Call her Queen."
"Right," the female German Shepherd said, "'cause they always say 'Every King needs a Queen' or something...".
Butch growled and cuffed her on the head. It wasn't very hard, but she still rubbed her head moaning. Diggs glanced at his mentor in anger.
"Not gonna tolerate that Butch," he said. He was a bit angry. Sure the girl had made a smart-aleck comment that he would have made, but that was, was, inappropriate. Diggs hated using big words. He wasn't an author, no sir.
"YEAH!" A Bulldog said. His distinctive accent that made him out to be either from Detroit or Chicago brought him out of his thoughts. "My homeboy ain't gonna tolerate that, DAWG!"
They all looked at him. Their expressions said it. What the...
"What dogs?" he said. Clearly his name wasn't Captain Obvious...
"Enough!" Lou snapped. "Special Agent-in-Charge Butch, apologize to Senior Special Agent Shovel immediately!"
"Sir," Butch said. He turned. "I know for a fact you won't..."
She shrugged. "Eh," she said, "Sometimes I ain't as fast as my mouth is."
Shovel, Diggs thought. Shovel. It looked like she spent a lot of time in New York City given her accent.
"Alright," Lou said, satisfied to some degree that things were now quieter.
"Now time to continue introductions," he said, "but first I have a surprise. Supervisory Special Agent Diggs," he said. "Senior Special Agent Shovel." He beckoned them over.
"I had DNA tests done," he said. "You two are from the same litter."
They both smiled, but Diggs suddenly ended his. "Wait?" he said. "When did this happen?"
"A week ago the tests were conclusive," he said, "but I didn't want either of you two to have your field performance affected. This, however, proves to be as good a time as possible."
"Glad I have at least one brother," Shovel said.
"Glad I have a sister," Diggs said. He remembered his earlier days. He had brothers, he was sure of that. But a sister...
"Sorry," Lou said, "but celebrations are not in order at this time. Have to continue the introductions."
They both nodded and returned to the group. Desiree winked at him, clearly appreciating she had another close person to talk to. He doubted they had met before, but he suspected that Desiree and Shovel would bond well.
Lou spoke again. "That sassy, driven Russian Blue is Supervisory Special Agent Catherine, our MEOWS liaison officer." Catherine nodded, frowning briefly at the "sassy" part. "Callsign is Friend because you're not supposed to shoot her."
He moved on. "Our pigeon recon specialist and eye in the sky is Supervisory Special Agent Seamus," he said. "Street smart, with the callsign Carrier in honor of his late cousin Nicky."
"Nicky was an older brother to me!" Seamus said. "Raised me after my parents got eaten!" He was tearful. Diggs nodded in sympathy.
"And backing these four up are two teams," he said. "Alpha and Beta."
He glanced at Diggs, Shovel, the loudmouth Bulldog and a Border Collie who appeared nervous at any mention of death. "Diggs provides leadership and marksman capability and has the callsign Alpha One. Shovel is his second and provides tech support, and is thus Alpha Two. Boot, our friend from the Northwest here has paw-to-paw and close quarters covered, and is Alpha Three." He turned towards the Border Collie. "Last but not least is Gauze here who goes by Alpha Four and is their medic and machine gunner."
He then looked over to Desiree, a Rottweiler, a Beagle and a Pit Bull. "To save time, I won't mention any of you by callsigns. I'll just rattle you have in order." He took a deep breath. "Desiree is the leader and sharpshooter of Beta Team. Roy is her right paw and Beta's paw-to-paw expert. Chocolate my niece is the medic and close quarters specialist of Beta. Don't press her Big Red Button. Logger is Beta's tech specialist and machine gunner."
He paused. "This is the most important mission ever to be undertaken by MEOWS and the CIS. You all have an hour before you are to depart and initiate Operation Light in the Dark. Clear?"
"SIR YES SIR!"
"Good," he said. "Dismissed!"
Note: I used the FBI rank structure. Wikipedia the FBI if you don't get the ranks.
