Skye woke up with a slight itch on her side, she groaned and stretched out her hind legs and front legs out from underneath the covers. She then yawned out and got up onto her paws. Before heading up the stairs, she reached beside the mattress to grab her bomber jacket first. But surprisingly, it was gone. Skye got confused, thinking that maybe she had put it somewhere else in the room, she passed this off as she remembered there was really nothing else in the small basement. She started to panic a little bit before thinking maybe Tracker had decided to wash it, or stole it.

Skye raced out the door and up the stairs to the ground floor of the cabin to see Tracker sitting down at what looked like to be a dining table, but he wasn't eating anything. He was just waiting for Skye to awaken in a creepy way. His shotgun was clear on the table, right next to it was Skye's bomber jacket. Before she could say anything or accuse him of theft, Tracker raised his paw from the table to reveal something.

"Mind explaining this?" Tracker held up the Nazi armband Skye took off when she got to the Neutral Zone, Skye was stunned, she wanted to explain that she wasn't with the Nazis, not anymore at least. But she didn't know how to explain it as it would just seem like she was just making it up to save herself from dying. In this time, Tracker's son came into view with him playing with a toy car right next to Skye.

"Tony, go play in your room" Tracker said with a small smile, The innocent pup took his toy car and walked into his room across the large part of the cabin. Tracker didn't want his pup in hearing distance of anything inappropriate. Skye then re-directed his sight back to Tracker. The Chihuahua now seemed cold hearted now that from his point of view, he let a Nazi into his house. Tracker dropped the arm band on the table and grabbed his shotgun.

"Follow me"

"T-Tracker, please, Im not with them you have to believe me"

"FOLLOW ME OR I KILL YOU RIGHT NOW" Skye turned silent and afraid, her eyes were overflowing with fear as she thought about her life and imagined how it was going to end. He motioned Skye to walk out the backdoor. The female cockapoo walked out the backdoor with Tracker right behind her with the shotgun aimed directly at her in case she did anything he didn't like.

Meanwhile in Roswell, New Mexico

Marshall was sleeping in the broken open air conditioning unit, every minute his mind was on how Skye was doing, for all her knows, she could be in danger or even worse. But all he could do was think of what kind of good she was doing and only remind himself that he was to take care of himself right now since every Gestapo in the city is looking for him still. He had tried to get into contact with another Resistance member, but all his contacts refused to even get near Roswell with the Gestapo patrol being ramped up and a possibility one of his contacts may be an undercover SS agent.

A huge roar of thunder suddenly rumbled through the sky, a sign from mother nature that Rain was coming and it wasn't going to be a little drizzle. With no motivation at the moment to get up and try to search for something to eat while not getting spotted, Marshall just decided to wait out the soon to come rain.

"Wakey Wakey, you black and white bastard" a voice made itself know as Marshall flinch at the dark voice. Marshall clenched his pistol in one paw, expecting to get into a gun fight soon. Suddenly, two black and brown paws grabbed Marshall and tossed him out the AC unit from the side. Marshall accidentally dropped his gun, making the firearm slide all the way across the other side of the room, far from his reach. Marshall grunted from the pain of being tossed out violently and looked to see who it was.

"I knew you were still in the city" The person that assault Marshall was revealed to be a familiar looking Doberman in his pilot fatigues; standing with a stare of rage.

"Who the hell are you?!" Marshall angrily demanded an answer as he rubbed the back of head from the pain from hitting the concrete.

"The Dog that's going to kill you, I know you been with her"

"Skye, you know her?"

"That's right, It was me, I shot up that Gestapo Station and pinned it on you" He then dug into on of his pockets in the his military uniform to pull out a slim looking card, he tossed it over to Marshall for him to have a better look. The thin card landed right next to Marshall's paw, Marshall picked it up and looked at it to see it was his I.D he had lost.

"How did you get this?!" Marshall clenched his now found I.D from anger.

"While you were face down in pussy with my girl, I snuck into your apartment and grabbed some personal items to frame you for it" The Doberman Stated evilly, Marshall didn't know what to say, this was too much information to take in and it was all coming together.

"I figured those pigs would have taken care of you already, but it seems that if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself" He then again reach back into his fatigues to pulled out a 7 inch knife, He slowly approached the Dalmation with a dangerous hint in his eyes and cold lust for nothing but blood. Marshall back away slowly before looking behind and remembering he's on a rooftop, going to back would make him fall to his death.

Marshall winced back over to his fallen firearm that was on the other side of the roof almost near the edge, Marshall darted over to the handgun, but the Derick caught on and did the same, both of them end up near each other and Marshall switched direction, catching him off guard and talking the Doberman to the ground, but he still held onto the blade. Marshall pressed both his paws down on Derick's neck, trying to strangle him to death. Unfortunately, The Doberman slashed his blade across Marshall's belly which made Marshall back off.

The Dalmation then looked back at the gun and immediately picked it up, aiming it back at the Doberman. With him still on the ground, maybe Marshall thought he had won. But it seemed the Doberman wanted a fight till someone was dead. He threw the knife at Marshall, but Marshall dodged it and the blade went flying over the roof and into the distance.

Basically disarming himself, The Doberman quickly got back up to try and attempt something that could both kill them. Marshall noticed him getting back on his paws and fired 3 rounds hitting him, but this didn't stop the Doberman as he tackled the Marshall, causing them both to fall off the rooftop. Marshall was taken back from the suicidal final attack and accidentally drop the gun again, causing it to fall with the two canines.

Both of the Dogs hit the asphalt road at a hard strike, they both groans and rolled over in pain from the high fall. Marshall's canine body was aching all over his body and felt like dying right now would just do him good. Marshall made a desperate attempt to get back up, but he felt a very painful crunch and snap in both his hindlegs, he had broken both of them. But with his front legs still in goodish condition, Marshall tried to crawl away instead. Derick was unresponsive and bleeding out from the internal bleeding from broken bones.

With in seconds, Marshall heard the blaring police siren getting louder and louder, they must have been alerted from the shots Marshall fired. Marshall picked up his paced and tried to at least crawl into an alley to hide for a moment. But the Police cars already saw him. A patrol car pulled up right next to Marshall, 2 Canine Officers got out and immediately pressed Marshall down to the ground and took out handcuffs.

"We finally got you" One of the Canines in a victories tone, as they finally caught the Dalmation.

"Seems like his legs are broken, should we take him to the ICU?" The other Canine pointed out as looked at Marshall closer, noticing he was crawling instead of running, and both hind legs were twisted and showed extreme signs of pain.

"Nah, it'll heal when he's finally in prison for the rest of his life" The first Canine Officer stated as he took out handcuff fit for a dog's paws. Marshall was now in custody.

"Thought I wouldn't find out, huh?" Tracker stated as both of them were walking through a muddy long path in the forest. If Skye had to take a good guess where she was being lead to, probably a place where Tracker could easily clean up blood or a river to dump her body in. Skye was already contemplating her life as she kept walking, trying not to do something that would make it seem like she was going to go on the offensive to save her life.

"Please Tracker, I'm not lying, I defected the Reich" Skye turned her head back, but still kept walking. Tracker in a rage; pointed the shotgun to her face.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" Tracker shouted at her for her to look forward, Skye complied and kept looking forward in front of her to see they had arrived at a small pond. In the middle of the pond was a bunch of algae that looked dangerously corrosive.

"See that, that's flesh eating bacteria, its how I get rid of bodies, just like how I'm getting rid of you" Tracker exclaimed at her, Skye gulped, now in fear, she was basically starring at her own grave right now. The cockapoo's face then started to tear up as she then thought of all the good things about her life and all the people who loved her. The first tears started to separate from her eye and slid down her cheek.

"Don't pull that crap on me" The Chihuahua said, aiming down the sights of his shotgun at her head. Skye looked up at the sunlight and closed her eyes, knowing it was going to be over in a moment.

"I love you Marshall"

"what did you say?" Tracker let down the shotgun a little bit.

"I-I lo-love you, M-Marshall" she tried to speak from the overwhelming fear and sadness she was going through, her stutters and hiccups were making it hard for her to talk.

"Marshall…" Tracker then laid down his shotgun and took of his hat, inside his hat was a bunch of pictures of people, And one of those small pictures was a male Dalmation.

"you mean this guy?" Tracker took the photo of the Dalmation and held it in front of Skye for her to recognize. Skye's ears perked up as she reached out and gently took the picture from his paw to hold it. It was indeed Marshall.

"You know Marshall?"

"No, Im a Bounty hunter, I hunt down specific people and kill them for money" Tracker explained.

"So why do you want to kill him"

"Because there's a bounty on his head and I want it, I don't ask, I just do" He said. Skye handed back Tracker the photo of Marshall. Tracker stuffed it back inside his hat and started to think more on what to do with Skye. Tracker had been trying to get to Marshall for quite awhile and maybe Skye was the key to getting to him.

"Look, I'll let you stay with me, but you're no longer a guest in my eyes and don't even talk to my son" Tracker said with a stern and fierce tone, he was very serious. Tracker turned back to the muddy path and began his walk home, not even motioning Skye to follow along or anything.

Thunder Bay, Canada

9:00 PM

Everest was given instructions to head to a tall building that happened to be a very popular Restaurant, A lot of high-class people, humans and canines were inside. Their occupation must be very high in Government. Everest being part of a Spec ops Unit didn't really fell like she really belonged with these people, she felt like she stuck out like a black sheep in the pen with her status compared to everyone else.

Everest wasn't exactly a fan of wearing dresses something flashy, so she just put a flow behind her left ear and went out. A canine not wearing any sort of clothing and just going out with their fur wasn't exactly prohibited and it wasn't nudity, it was just encouraged to have apparel just like humans. Everest arrived at the skyscraper like restaurant tower and went inside to the front desk to see someone working there. It was a female French poodle wearing a black and white uniform.

"Hello, Welcome to Das heilige Leuchten (The Holy Glow), is it just you?" The Poodle asked already writing down notes on a small notepad she had.

"Hello, Im just waiting for someone" Everest explained to the worker that she was just on stand by for light night dinner date.

"Toll (Great), what is your name so I can log it" She asked, grabbed in a pen also.

"Everest"

"Oh, its seems your partner is already here, he is on the top floor in the VIP Lounge" Everest was surprised Chase had gone that far to make this night special, being on the top floor and in VIP. She was flattered at the thought of Chase doing this for her, but thanked the front worker and headed into a large lobby that had a lot of fancy art work and paintings lined across the walls to show off the owner's wealth. There was even a big statue of Hitler in the middle with him holding the Nazi Battle Flag whilst standing on a broken hammer and sickle.

Chase was sitting at the top floor in a corner table her had reserved for him and Everest, the corner tables were more used for people that came in as a larger group, like up to 6 people. But Chase wanted absolute luxury for him and her. Chase was wearing a black suit that didn't fully extend all the way back to his hind legs, but it made him look formal enough. He had to admit to himself, he was nervous about how this night was going to be and how she would view him now that he was showing a romantic side he had never really expressed before.

A few minutes later, Everest shows up. Chase looks up at her in awe from her beauty. Even though she didn't really do anything with herself other than a small flower behind her ear, she looked like the definition of magnificent.

"You look amazing" Chase got up from his seat and planted a kiss on Everest's right paw as a show of how much of a gentleman he was. She blushed and smiled at Chase, Both of them sat down at the merged cushion like corner seating and started to engage in a conversation about how their lives were going.

Meanwhile in Concord, Massachusetts

Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein

Und das heißt:

Erika.

Heiß von hunderttausend kleinen Bienelein

Wird umschwärmt:

Erika

The Bar was filled with German songs sung by Military members, They were all shouting out the lyrics to the sounds they had known by heart out into the open air as if they were singing the national anthem. Zuma was one of them, they all had drinks in one hand/paw as they continued to sing out. Rocky was also present since Zuma invited him, but he just sat at the small bar drinking whatever he felt like. All the alcohol was on sale since it was Victory day, so he might as well get wasted with different drinks he never had before.

"You alwight thewe?" Zuma came behind Rocky with his drink and as well and sat right next to Rocky on a swivel stool. Rocky just turned his head to the chocolate Labrador breed and sighed as if he wanted to get something off his chest that's been holding him back.

"Zuma, have you ever felt a certain way about someone but you're afraid how everyone will view you?" The mixed breed asked trying to sound like a random question.

"Cant say I have, Im not so familiar with those kinds of feelings, but Rocky….theres another reason why I invited you here" Rocky's ears perked up when Zuma mention another reason why he was invited. After stating an alternative reason for his invite, Zuma seemed concerned about who was listening in or eavesdropping. The Scuba Canine then got up his swivel stool from the bar counter and motioned Rocky to follow him outside. Leaving without a word from his other colleagues, Zuma and Rocky walked down the packed street.

Of course the sidewalks were packed with people this night because this night is where people show off their love for the Reich and their hatred toward the old western and eastern ways of life. In the streets, people were carrying the Nazi America flag with the swastika in the canton and a portraits and paintings of Joseph Stalin crossed out or have mocking drawings all over. Zuma lead Rocky into a small alleyway were he could explain to Rocky away from unwanted people.

"Rocky, I haven't been the best of a friend to you and probably not even remotely close, but I feel like I want to be even close to you than ever, Rocky, I like you"

Rocky couldn't believe what he was hearing, the canine that he fell head over heels for confessed to him about how he felt.

"R-Really?"

"Please don't say anything about this, you know homosexuality is a crime against the Reich, but I don't want to be apart from you" Zuma further went on into sharing his feeling to the mixed breed. Rocky smiled and started to shed tears from his eyes from the overwhelming joy he continuously felt.

"That's why I want to you to...do it with me, tomorrow night, when everyone back in the base is asleep, I'll meet you in your Project room" Zuma held both Rocky's paws and starred into his eyes.

"And by the way, Its my first time, so don't be too rough" Zuma whispered in Rocky's ear, which immediately made him blush in response. While Rocky was still stunned from the confession, Zuma walked out of the alley and made his way back into the bar to regroup with his buddies.

Chase and Everest were at their table eating their given food, Chase chose a specially made steak with mashed potatoes on the side with Everest just having a small plate of Rinderroulade (with was a German beef roll dish). Everest had barely eaten her meaty meal. Chase didn't really take notice until looking at her and obviously seeing something was troubling her badly enough for her to lose her appetite.

"Is something troubling you, is it the food?" Chase asked with concern for her well-being.

"No, the food is fine, I just-Can I ask you something?" Everest was thinking about the time she had to leave that runaway pup from the camp, It began to trouble her very much after that incident, she even had trouble sleeping.

"Sure, you can tell me anything"

"Ok, Have you ever felt like you're sometime doing the wrong thing, but you're afraid to speak up about it?" Everest asked anonymously referring to her loyally to the Reich, But Chase took this as a life question never the less.

"Hmm...you know, before me father passed away, he always told me 'Stand up for what's right, even if you stand alone' "Chase quoted his passed away father's wise words. Everest felt like she had been given the green light to do what's right. In the air were large fireworks to finish off the single day holiday. Bright sparks burst into the night sky, Since Everest and Chase were at the top floor, it was truly a blessed view.