A/N So it had come to my attention, thanks to a new review, that my story seems to not indent even though here in Google Drive, I am. I have no control over this and going in to fix it every chapter would take massive amounts of time. And we don't want to keep the fans waiting do we? Also, I see some grammar issues and will most definitely have these fixed in the final version released once the story is done. Keep the good reviews coming and make sure to let me know my errors long before now! For today, enjoy this short chapter, the conclusion is coming.
"It's a dog!" Sniper said joyfully. "Where did that little mate come from?"
"No clue." Medic rubbed his chin. "But saying he is a German Shepard, he should go to me."
"Where is tiny baby dog?!" Heavy burst through the operating room doors. "Little dog goes to Heavy!"
Soldier and Spy followed in behind him. "Hey look!" Soldier said. "A dog!"
"No, really." Spy said. "What are we going to do with it?"
"It goes to Heavy!" Heavy pointed proudly at himself.
"No vay!" Medic protested.
"I could always take care of it." Spy grinned evilly and spun the barrel of his revolver.
Scout dug him in the arm. "Are you crazy?! We can't hurt this little guy." The dog looked at the new crew around him and happily wagged his tail.
"Hey," Sniper spoke up. "where's Engi?"
Soldier scratched his head. "I...think I saw him on the phone. I don't really know."
"Ze dog is mine!" Medic started the fight back up.
Sniper yelled over the raucous mercs. "I'll take the little bugger!" He picked up the dog like a baby. "If it keeps you blokes from rippin' each others throats out." And with that he left the room.
"Doctor ruin fun times for Heavy." Heavy leered at Medic.
"Oh please." Medic rolled his eyes.
Heavy reached for something from his pocket and sighed. "Well, at least Heavy still have sandvich." He frantically searched around his pockets. "Little dog took Sandvich!"
The dog was in Sniper's apartment dining on his newly stolen treat while Sniper sat at his dining table looked at him. "What should I call you mate?"
The dog pricked up his ears.
"You can't be serious? Mate?"
The dog returned to his meal as if to say no.
"Ok then. What?" Sniper sat in thought for a few minutes. "I got it! Aussie! Aussie the Attack Dog!"
Aussie jumped up and trotted over to Sniper and laid his head on Sniper's Lap. "Well then Aussie, you and me got a lot of work to do. Can you sit?"
Aussie sat.
"Blimey! You're one well trained dog! How about Down?"
Aussie flopped onto his stomach.
"Excellent! Beg?"
Aussie eyed him as to say, "I just ate. I'd prefer to not get more food."
Sniper chuckled. "Alright then. How about Heel?" With that he got up and began to leave the apartment, Aussie on his heels. "Great job!" he stroked Aussie's head. Aussie stopped panting and raised his head, pricking his ears. Sniper was confused. "What is it boy?"
That's when he heard it. An alarm.
A/N This was meant to be released earlier but my laziness said otherwise. Enjoy it for now! The finale is coming.