AN: Before I start this chapter, I just want to explain why for the long wait, quite simple answer. Exams. I wanted to put full focus on my Studies since this writing thing is just a hobby I do for fun. Anyway, sorry for the wait. Enjoy.

Now that Tracker was now aware of Skye's past, the trust between them was severely shattered. Tracker now began to lock the basement room door in case Skye tried leave without anyone noticing. Tracker and Tony were sitting at the small dining table eating their preferred breakfast items.

Since this was the Neutral Zone and general resources were low and not in very good quality. Tracker got used to eating slices of bread that were a few days over their expiration dates. His son was still his child years, so he tried most of the time to get good quality things for the pup since most pups in his age are quite picky when it comes to food. Tony was just eating oats like cereal and both of them were sitting right next to each other.

Tracker's teeth crunched down the toasted bread before looking over and seeing Skye walk up to him.

"I need to go meet someone, it probably won't be long" Skye hoped to get through to Tracker, Tracker didn't look at her. All he did was grunt and reach over on the other side of the table and grabbed her bomber jacket. He held it up to her for her to take it.

"Fine" All he said before she gently took the bomber jacket and power walked all the to front door and left. Tracker kept his eyes on the door like she was going to return for something before going back to eating his bread. "Fuck'in Nazi" He whispered under his breath with the bread being grinded down inside his mouth.

"Daddy?" His son raised his head with a milky stain on his muzzle.

"Yes Tony?"

"What's a Fuck'in Nazi?" Tony asked with absolute innocent unbeknownst to what he had just said, Tracker perked up at hearing his son say that.

"Tony, Don't say that!"

"Fuck'in?" The pup tilted his head, still unknown what he's saying.

"Whatever, you'll learn it later in life I guess, but I've already told you" Tracker stated still trying to enjoy his bland breakfast.

"Really, I don't remember"

"Remember how we talked about you having that memory problem?" Tracker mentioned. Tony just nodded with a smile.

"And how those people wanted to put you to sleep for just having that memory problem" He hinted, too bad that Tony didn't fully understand the term 'put to sleep'. Normally in the Neutral Zona, Bounty Hunters don't hold any personal grudges to any sort of group. Which makes them almost the perfect people to carry out murder with little to no remorse. But in this case, Tracker has some sort of resentment toward the Nazi regime.

4 Months Ago

Fort Lauderdale Florida, Greater Nazi Reich

A Canine Couple were at the local doctor's office for a particular reason. One was female and the other was male. The Female was sitting in on a chair against the wall of the Room and the male seemed to be comforting her as if trying to assure her that something was going to be fine. They were married and parents to a small black and white puppy that they had recently checked into the doctor for another reason from him being sick or injured. The Mother was a cockapoo breed with a golden fur tone and the Father was a black and white Samoyed.

"It'll be Alright Dear, I'm sure he's just…very active and silly, I was like that when I was his age" The Father Dog pointed out to his past childhood. There were hopes in her head that this was all just a misunderstanding and maybe her pup son was just acting a little weird. But she knew this wasn't going to be an ending with a smile.

"But…But, What if its far worse than just him being silly….you know what the Government does to children and pups that…that" She started to tear up as she began to think of the horrible things the Government does to cripples and the mentally Ill across the Continental United States. The Father couldn't deny the small ounce of fear that was slowly inside him. Thinking that his very flesh and blood may end up like a pill of ashes. All he could do was rub her back and try to sooth her into thinking more positive thought.

"Shhhhhhh…. I'll be alright, when this is all over and Tony is okay, how about we all go for some Ice-Cream and spend some time together in the park?" He offered, nudging his nose against her muzzle in an attempt to at least get her to smile. To his surprise, a small grin appeared across her muzzle as she dug her head into his black and white fluffy chest. At this time, the doctor came in and just from the expression on his face, he had news that would shake them both.

"Mr and Mrs Kelvion, I have terrible news, your son….he…he failed all the tests we gave him" The Human doctor broke the news the canine parents. Both of the speechless and devasted by the fact. The Cockapoo mother broke down crying again with the Samoyed left at a loss for words. His face body felt cold and rapid shivered tapped through his body as all the hope for his son being fine just faded away. Then, their pup Tony, came in through the door with a confused look like he had walked into the wrong room.

"Daddy, Why is mommy crying?" He looked at his Father with a hope for answer to why tears were streaming down his mother's face onto the cold hard floor.

"We believe his memory problems and short attention span is linked to Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, or ADHD for short" The Doctor was even having troubles saying it as he knew just about it more would just break their hearts even more.

The Samoyed just bent in front, getting to eye level with his seemed broken son. "Tony….I….I….Im so sorry" The Samoyed began to shed tears also, but the pup was still confused as to what was going on. Before another word could be said from anyone, 2 Men dressed in Medical Uniforms came into the room. One held a small muzzle to fit a pup, the one with the muzzle in hand already began to lock it on to Tony's muzzle and started to tighten.

"These are people from the Institution of Medical Handling and Procedure, they will be ones to take your son to the local hospital to….put him down" The black and white pup mixed breed was being restrained to be put his death, The Samoyed could just stand there and see his pup being taken away from him. He bared his teeth at the Doctor and the 2 Medical Associates. All three of them backed off but still having the pup in their grasp.

"HES NOT GOING WITH YOU, GIVE HIM BACK TO ME" He Shouted and Barked for them to put his pup down and leave the family in peace, but they started to back off even more and started eyeing the door as if they were planning to run. The Cockapoo also joined in to get back her pup. She brandished her small sharp teeth before launching herself at the 2 Medical Associates and biting down on one of their wrists. The Samoyed attacked by digging his teeth into the ankles of one of them.

Medical Professional grunted in pain before violently rocking his leg back and forth for the Samoyed to loosen his sharp grip. He had finally had enough and kicked his foot near a Cabinet cause him to fly off and Violently strike the cabinets causing glass and plastic containers to fall down onto the floor and splatter across the room.

"VERNUN!" Her attention was taken by her husband hitting the cabinet with such force, when she wasn't looking. The Doctor grabbed her and started to restrain her from the others.

"Mommy!" Tony reached out for his mother's comfort, but sadly he was taken about out the door, never to be seen again by his Parents.

"TONY!"

About 30 minutes later, The Medical Members were on their way to the Hospital so they can properly euthanize the pup. Tony put into a small sharp and uncleaned cage in the back with the muzzle still on. He laid down on the side of cage crying for his parents to come and comfort him in this dark time.

In the front seat of the truck, one of the Medical Associates that was bite on the wrist from Cockapoo. He pulled up his sleeve and saw the wound was quite deep and could get infected if he didn't treat it right away. His medical partner looked over at him and saw the bleeding cut.

"Oh shit, you want me to pull into a gas station and get you something to patch that up?" He asked.

"Nah its fine, we're on our way to the hospital, I can wait"

"The Hospital is an hour drive from here, You got to treat that now"

"Fine, pull in right here" He pointed to the Gas Station, The Partner behind the wheel turned into a parking space and turned off the truck. The one who was injured just took some money from the glovebox and let the truck to head in for something to ease the pain until getting to the hospital.

Across the street was a familiar looking Chihuahua who looked like he was on a hunt for blood, or more specifically, someone to kill. He tried to act normal as he crossed the street and walked over to the Truck. He then hunch over in a way that made it look like he was in pain or suffering.

"Ugh sir, Im having a heart attack, please help me!" He said to the Medical person in the truck and the Chihuahua started to groan. He immediately got out of the Truck and rushed over to the Chihuahua to give medical aid.

"Sir, Are you alright?" He asked leaning down at him, Unknown to him, Tracker raised his head and revealed a 7 inch blade in his paw. He lunged forward, digging the blade in the Medic's chest. He twisted the blade as he pulled the canine pulled him down to whisper something in his ear.

"Sir Douglas sends his regards" He said before retracting the blade and shoving it into his throat, causing him to gargle on his own blood and fall back into a pool of crimson red liquid. Now that his target was dead, Tracker could leave and flee back to the Neutral Zone. But he had a thought, might as well rummage through the truck and take anything valuable. First, he checked the front seats before hearing crying coming from the back of the truck.

"The hell…" He wondered, who could be back there making such noises. Tracker walked back the backdoors and opened them. See a lone pup inside the cage, Tony was scared and started to whimper, Tracker just looked at him with empathy, he knew this young pup was being transported to being killed, Tracker unlocked the cage and grabbed to the pup. For some reason, The Bounty Hunter feel like he wanted to…keep him and give him a better shot at life.

"OH MY GOODNESS, THERES BEEN A MURDER, SOMEONE CALL THE COPS" A woman's voice yelled out for assistance, point out the Medical Associate laying in a pool of his own blood with a blade sticking out of his neck. Tracker looked at the growing scene and knew he had to go now. With quick thinking, He took the pup and ran off.

"Daddy?" Tracker popped back into reality from his sudden flashback to the time he had first taken care of Tony. Tracker looked at his bread to see he was still holding a piece of the stale bread he was slowly dining on, after blankly staring at what seemed to be nothing. He gently pushed his plate of bread further on the top and got up.

"Can I watch cartoons now?" Tony asked to his Father, Tracker nodded. The Black and White pup just got up and headed to the small living room. Leaving his empty bowl with milk residue still on the table. Tracker turned back and took up his bowl to properly place it in the kitchen for washing.

Like the other items in the house given by the time period, The Television wasn't very top of the line and was boxy like all the other televisions regularly found across the Country. Tony walked to the front right side and started to twist the knobs to find the right channel for his cartoons he usually watches.

"Stocks have been falling in the identical rate of-"

*Changed Channel*

"Vamos niños, aprendamos el alfabeto en alemán-" (Cmon kids, lets learn the Alphabet in German)

*Changed Channel*

"Skye Jerlist, Ex member of the Luftwaffe fleet in the state of New Mexico has recently fled to the Neutral Zo-"

*Channel Changed*

Tracker heard that name come from the TV Audio, Tracker rushed over to the Living room. "Tony, turn back the Channel!". He ordered. The pup whimpered from the shout and turned back the channel immediately for the Chihuahua to have a listen.

"The Reich high command has issued a Federal Warrant for her arrest to stand trial for Treason and other Crimes regarding the accusation of her working along with the Resistance against the Reich. By Witnesses, her last confirmed location was in Utah, but new sources say she had fled to the Neutral Area of Wyoming. A Reward is set for anyone that has confirmed information about her or bringing her back to Reich Territory, Bounty Hunter are also welcome to claim this reward" Tracker was left thinking about everything about Skye.

"Shes the lady that was here, right Daddy?" Tony pointed out at the photo of Skye on the Television screen.

"That's right Tony, maybe I was wrong about her, maybe she really is on the run" He started to think more of what to do now with these new thoughts, apologize? Trust her more?

Rocky had been hard at work making more schematics for Weapons and better attachments for those said weapons. It was pitch black outside the Military Testing Base. The Schematics he was working on were really just extras and newer drawing of models in already were made and worked just fine, he was just keeping himself busy until Zuma got here as promised last night on Victory Day.

Still hunched over in his chair at his desk, tapping the tip of his pencil for a hope of inspiration until-

"Hey Wocks" Zuma opened the front door to his office and in came the chocolate Labrador with a small blue box in his paws. He walked over to Rocky with a small shake in his hip with made Rocky blush a little bit. Rocky thought confessing must have made him more open to his actions and how he feels around him.

"Sup Zuma, just trying to keep myself awake with these new plans" Rocky pointed out to his drawings on the table. Zuma placed the blue box he had on another table and reached into it to pull out a small Ziplock bag of what seemed to be green pills.

"Oh I think we'll be up All night Wocks….got these from someone in Concowd last night"

"Are those….Drugs?" Rocky squinted his eyes at the transparent bag of very illegal substance, Sure they would have to be very careful with taking these.

"Mhm, Lets get this stawted, but….awe you sure we should be doing this?" Zuma asked very timidly thinking ahead of the consequences if any of this information got to other people that would put them away for a very long time.

"Well, does anyone know you're here and did anyone see you?" Rocky asked.

"I told the west of my Teammates that I was on my way home and no, no one saw me coming in here" Zuma made sure and even locked the door behind him. Rocky sat still for a few minutes, contemplating if he should let his passion take over instead of his brain. But his heart knew what it wanted, and he went for it.

"Alright" Rocky exclaimed and walked over to the edge of his desk and started to brush his tail from left to right. Winking and giving off clear sign for the Labrador to take him, Zuma returned the favour by walked over in a sexual way and pressed him again the table. Making his lower area exposed to be conquered.

"You know….your speech impediment makes you more adorable" Rocky commented as she started into his eyes.

"Wocky…."

"Yes Zumy?"

"I'm sowwy" Without say, Zuma knocked on the Hollow wall to his side twice. Rocky was confused until 4 Guard burst inside with a door ram. All four of them pointed guns at the two, Rocky was afraid and out his paws in the air as a show of surrender, Zuma did the same. 2 of the Guards rushed forward and tackled Rocky to the ground even though he had given up. Both the heavily armed guards pressed down on Rocky as they began to restrain him and cuff him.

"Rocky McKlaus, You are under arrest for Homosexuality and crimes against the Reich" One of them shouted, Rocky would bairly able to the turn his head from the guards violently holding him down. Zuma wasn't under arrest, he wasn't even tackled. Zuma casually walked over to Rocky's view and squatted down to look at him dead in the eyes.

"You know Wocky, I had so many hopes fow you, but you just had to give in youw damned way and commit such a howwible cwime."

"Zuma….I….I thought you were my friend" Rocky tried to speak with the amount of weight on his back.

"Maybe back then, but aftew seeing you fow who you really are, not a chance. Have a good day in Hell Wocky…get this faggot out of my sight" Zuma ordered the guards before regurgitating his saliva and spitting it on Rocky muzzle. Rocky was violently taken up and dragged out of the room, Zuma looked on with a face of genuine anger.