Disclaimer: I don't own bolt or any of the characters. Just my Oc's. And this fanfic. The idea and credit of the "Rage Levels" go to Richer1992. I just changed the color scheme. I own no rights to Hollywood Undead or any of their songs. Or any other artist for that matter. Or any song that may or may not be featured in this fanfic.

Exclaimer: If you don't like the story, don't read it.

Side Note: I've got many ideas and many different ways I can end this story. I'm going for a possible 20 chapters if not more. Enough of my rambling, here's the next chapter!

Chapter 7: Meet my Boss {~Thanks to Mike101 for the title!~}

{~? ? ? POV~}

My mission was simple: Observe the white German Shepard, the cat, and the hamster. But with every mission, there's bound to be some complications. In this case, it was the new dog, a male Golden Retriever/German Shepard mix. My mission was still a success. My main objective was to use my special hearing to listen in on their conversations. They didn't speak of anything that worried my master. My secondary objective was to observe their movements for a whole week. I just had to learn as much about them as possible. Again, the only complication was that new dog. I could already tell that he was going to be trouble. And the fact that he used to be apart of the California State Bloods didn't help. For some reason, the cat looked so familiar to me. I just can't place my paw on it.

"Oh god," I said to myself as I was running through the forest, "No wonder the cat looked so familiar. My oh my, how much my sis has grown."

When I had made it to the hidden entrance of my master's lair, a paw scanner appeared out of the wall. I placed my right paw on it. The machine scanned it and allowed me to enter. One thing about my master that anyone who's new to this business should know, is that she believes that everything that happened on Bolt's show is real. She just thinks that Bolt is under cover. Still, my master isn't going to be happy when she hears about the new dog in town. When I entered my master's chamber, she was looking out the huge fiberglass window staring out into the starry night sky.

"Master, I have returned from my mission." I said, bowing my head in respect.

She turned to me and said, "So you have. Sit." She pointed towards a faint blue cushion. I quickly sat down. She, on the other hand, sat down in one of those 'company president' kind of chair. She pawed over a file and flipped it open with her nose. Without taking her eyes off the file, she asked in an official kind of voice, "What happened to your shoulder?"

"Damn human slugged me with a switch blade. I quickly taught him a lesson." I answered through a smile.

She smirked at this and said, "Report your mission results."

I nodded and quickly, in detail, recounted what I had collected. I skipped the existence of the new dog and finished my report. She looked at me with slight disapproval. She stepped off her chair and walked around her desk to stand right in front of my face. We were barely nose-to-nose.

She glared at me menacingly and said, "You're lying to me aren't you. If you are, why, I might have to get rid of that other ear now will I?

My paw slowly rubbed over the scarred area where my left ear used to be. She smirked at this and said, "Now... why don't you tell me everything that happened on your mission. DON'T leave out any details."

I nodded and told her about the new dog. I prediction was right as she calmly stacked everything that was on her desk over to one corner in the office. She then threw the desk out the fiberglass window. I cringed at the sound of metal getting torn apart by boulders. She quickly gained her composer and said, "I've got a new assignment for you, Agent 21318. Your assignment is... to eliminate the new dog. Use your abilities if needed. If he is the dog that I think he is, he must be dead as soon possible."

I nodded and, being stupid, asked, "Why is this dog a threat, master?"

I quickly regretted asking that as she slashed my right side. She growled at me and said, "Because if he IS the dog that I think he is, he has the power to completely level this building."

"This building is twenty stories tall! How can an old dog like him do that?" I asked.

"Just trust me on this Roger, you DO NOT want to know."

When ever she says my name, she's dead serious. She handed me my assignment file and ordered me to leave. Ignoring the pain in my side, I quickly did so. I went to the infirmary to get patched up. After that was done I went to my owner's apartment eight floors down. I walked into my cat-house and stepped on a button that turned on the light in the ceiling of the first story. Thank god Jack's asleep. I opened the file and read what I had to do in order to complete my mission.

"Let's see let's see... Objective 1: Perform a recon around target's house. Objective 2: Learn as much as possible about target. Objective 3: Eliminate target. Simple enough. Time for sleep."

I threw the file in the fire-place. Memorize your objectives. Get rid of your mission's existence. With the file getting burnt to ash, I settled in my cat-house for sleep.

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I was woken just before dawn by my owner leaving for work. He put some salmon in my food dish and poured some fresh water in my water bowl. I quickly ate the salmon and took a few licks from the water. Still too metallic. With Jack off to work, I went over to the stereo and turned on some Breaking Benjamin. I cranked it up! {~Blow me Away by Breaking Benjamin plays in the background~} Objective 1: Perform a recon around target's house. Seeing how my previous mission was to observe Bolt's life and his surroundings, I had a pretty good idea of several locations of where I could successfully complete the objective. Objective 2: Learn as much as possible about target. Simple enough. Possibly, try to 'befriend' him? Could work. Objective 3: Eliminate target. Hmm... Got it! If 'befriending' him works out, I could lead him out to the forest where no one could hear us, than... I started to chuckle evilly as the plan was being put together. With my plan in motion, I ran down the fire escape and down towards my master's limo to head out to my location. When I reached the limo, I jumped inside and sat next to the driver, Geraldo.

"Where to, Master Roger?" Geraldo asked in that common 'butler' accent.

I placed my paw on the GPS in between us and typed in the address. Geraldo nodded and drove off when the Voice-usage GSP told Geraldo where to go. In thirty miles my mission will be put into motion. Now to just relax and take a little cat nap. Shit, forgot to turn off the stereo. Oh well. Wasn't me.

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