AN: Howdy Everyone, before I get on with this chapter, I just wanna give another warning about the offensive nature of this story, or this chapter in this case. I know I've given the same warning at the start of the story, but I think this chapter needs another one because...well, I think you'll just have to read and find out why. Enjoy :)
The sun's ray shined down on Skye's face, letting her know it was time to get up like the alarm clock she was used to in the morning. Skye slowly opened her eyes and blinked a number of times to let her eyes get used to the sudden light. Skye raised her head and saw she was still by the pond where she was with Tracker last night. Straight away, Skye realized that Tracker wasn't anywhere near her, nowhere to be seen as she looked from left to right and all around.
She got back on her four paws and made her way through the forest back to the cabin where Tracker supposedly was. Back in the cabin, Tracker and Tony were just sitting down and eat together as their morning tradition of Father and Son a few minutes. Skye came through the back door, alerting Tracker making him reach for his shotgun only to see the familiar face and lower down his guard.
"Really, leaving me out there?" Skye in disappointment from the Chihuahua, Tracker just snickered and got up from eating to engage Skye.
"It's nature's blanket dearie," He said making his way over to the kitchen to fix himself a glass.
"Don't call me that, just because I kissed you last night and you told me your backstory, doesn't mean we're anything closer than what we are, I did that because I felt sorry for you, with your dad and all," Skye claimed, raising her head high as she were a higher standard than the half Russian bounty hunter. Tracker smiled and shrugged instead of being offended.
"Yeah well...you certainly are a great kisser," Tracker jokingly said as he reaches under the cupboard and pulled out a jug of a clear substance.
"Good O'l Vodka in the morning," Tracker began to screw off the tap and pour himself a tall glass. Skye now felt more awkward as there was nothing other than that to talk about, so she slow etched away from Tracker to the front door.
"Well, I'm just...gonna go and-"
"No you're not, I'm not stupid you know, you think I wouldn't just let you go with knowing where you went yesterday?" Tracker put down the glass of vodka and starred down Skye. After thinking about the past trust of both of them, Skye should have realized that it was suspicious to let her just go after that.
"What you were told about me is true, I'm not going to deny it, but I'm not heartless," Tracker pointed out. Skye still remained silent and stunned.
"And to show you I'm not who they say I am, I want you to follow me on a hunt," He offered, Skye didn't know what to think since she had never had the experience of hunting someone down to kill them all for profit or self-gain. Before Skye could even protest the offer, Tracker motioned for Skye to follow him.
"Remember when I told you about my father being a Russian soldier?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"Well, this was his weapon," Tracker lifted one of the wooded floorboards to reveal a Mosin Nagant Russian made sniper rifle with a scope. Tracker mentioned his father was a Russian soldier, but he didn't say what he specialized in.
"He was a sniper, with over 23 confirmed kills," Tracker pointed out the numerical numbers on the wooden butt stock that translated the number 23. Skye remained speechless, just letting the Chihuahua explain his family background.
"So the contract I have is killing a Klan member"
"Klan Member?" She asked out tilting her head in confusion
"Yeah, the Klu Klux Klan, The people that dress up in their bedsheets and gather in the woods to jack each other off," Tracker obviously told a joke about his own description of the white supremacist group.
"I can tell you don't really know much about the whole 'white power' thing," Tracker assumed Skye's general knowledge of the white supremacist movement in the Neutral Zone. Skye couldn't be any more clueless as to what he meant.
"Hey Tony, I'm, going again, you be good, don't break anything again," Tracker said going back over to the pup and kissing him on the forehead. The pup giggled and hugged Tracker. Skye looked and saw it was very cute that someone like Tracker would have such a big heart for his son.
Meanwhile in Alaska
Chase had been frantically pacing around his Luxurious Office for about an hour by now, After the night of Victory Day, he had not seen Everest after that. At work or even try to contact her at her Household. The German Shepherd could barely contain his breathing as he felt like he was going to pass out from every passing second from pure anxiety and nervousness. As the seconds turned to minutes, his mind began to think of more and more scenarios of Everest in horrible events that could be the answer.
"What if she got kidnapped… What if there was an explosion in her house and she burnt to a crisp… What if a giant snake killed her and dragged her away!" Chase knew that all of those scenarios had an almost zero percent chance of actually happening, but he couldn't help but worry over and over again about her.
Before Chase's worrying, he had sent a few personnel to Everest's home in North Dakota to see what was really going with her. Reaching that distance wouldn't take a long time due to the Uber Train. Within a few minutes of Chase's back to back panic, the personnel had returned back with news that for sure the German Shepherd was not ready for.
"Sir. Chase. We have news."
"Did you talk to her? Is she there?" Chase turned to face them and wasted no time by immediately questioning them of Everest's well being.
"No Sir, she wasn't. When we got there; her belongings were up in flames at the back of her house." One of them stepped forward to Chase and showed him a photograph of the surrounding area of Everest's home. Showing the large fire in Everest's backyard. Sticking out from the fire was a number of large items supposedly Everest had decided to burn instead of care with. Things like luggage bags, family photos, and any military equipment she was allowed to keep.
"My possible theory sir is that she fled."
"Even if that were true where would she go? The Reich has given her nothing security, safety, and better opportunity," Chase stated.
"There's no reason for her to leave to the Pacific States, over there is a hell hole for Canines, And the only place left would be..." Chase stopped as if the pieces of the puzzle were all coming together.
"...The Neutral Zone," He whispered, both personnel were still in the room with Chase began giving weird looks as if Chase said something totally outrageous.
"Sir, for sure she would know better than to flee to the Neutral Zone. It's full of murders and lunatics thirsty for a Continental Revolution," Although all the Guardsman said was utter propaganda from the Reich, it was very true in a way. Chase knew Everest was a fighter and for sure she could survive in a place like that, in fact, she would thrive there.
"Leave me, both of you, I need more time to collect my thought on this" Chase claimed. Both the personnel didn't say a word after Chase's order, they just nodded their heads and head back out the door. As soon as they left, Chase sat on his office chair and dialed the phone on his desk. After pressing in a few numbers and waiting, Chase began to open up a conversation.
"Fox...Y-Yeah, it's Chase, from Alaska, listen...I need to get into contact with someone that can retrieve someone, someone who knows what they're doing," Chase requested.
"Ulysses, I got some news," Eli the German Shepherd came into the Flag Establishment asking for the grey wolf. Lupe was seen behind the counter with a half drank bottle of red wine. Lupe, hearing his name, slowly rose his head above the wooden chipped counter, rubbing his eyes from sudden awakening.
"What do you want."
"Marshall's alive, and he's being transported to Camp Millitoke," Lupe's ears perked up from the hearing of Camp Millitoke. Knowing that this was good news.
"Didn't know you cared for Marshall," Lupe smirked.
"I don't give a shit if he lost his ears, all I know is that we can hit the convoy carrying him and rescue him," The German Shepherd gave the idea, Lupe rubbed his chin a little bit before scratching his head for more brainpower.
"Well I don't know if you notice this, but we don't have the numbers to hit and rescue someone from a convoy," Lupe said, taking on a heavily armed convoy would need some serious firepower that the Resistance doesn't have in their arsenal.
"Hmmm… I'll have to think more about that, but this is still good news we can take advantage of," Eli began to walk back to the door before turning back around.
F.S.P.R.T (FEDERAL STATE PRISON of REICH TERRITORY)
"Prisoner 0694-A, step forward into the cell," over the intercom came a loud voice for a convict to step forward into their forever home. Although labor camps were more common usage by the Reich, the still of prisons were still present, but it was very rare for someone to get sent to prison. The only people who would get sent there would be ex-service members who committed a crime of traitorous government workers. Civil Rights were non-existent within the Reich, granting a Law Officer or Guard to do as they please to anyone.
Two Guards from the end of the door grabbed a canine that was revealed to be Rocky. They grabbed him and dragged the dog across the floor into his cell. Rocky was thrown into his cell as if he were a piece of garbage. Within the cell were two other people, both humans.
"The fuck are you. They didn't tell us we were getting another cellmate," One of them said at the canine laying on the ground, Rocky looked up at them with fear thinking he was going to get beaten down at any moment.
"I...Uhh," Rocky struggled to find the words to say in his defense, both the human cellmates just looked at each other with confusion.
"Well since you like staying on the ground so much, I'll give you the liberty to sleep there tonight," he said as he walked over to a small unstable and dirty bed in the corner of the small cell. Rocky didn't protest the thought of him staying on the ground, but he didn't mind it either. Since now that he was in a place where he could get jumped and beaten to death for no reason at all, he couldn't care less where he slept or what he slept on.
"Just to let you know, Polk doesn't speak," The guy said as he got comfortable in bed.
"Who's Polk?" Rocky spoke up and questioned before laying eyes on the obvious answer, the other guy that was in the cell was just standing alone in the corner of the concrete room, starring at both of them menacingly.
"W-Why?" Rocky asked.
"About a week ago, he was screaming at the guards none stop every day, until the prison had enough and just decided to cut out his vocal cords, poor guy," Rocky looked at the guy in the corner of the room and saw that he had a healing scar on his neck that extended from the left to right. Rocky cringed at the dried up blood on him and just decided to avoid eye contact. Rocky laid back down on the floor with his back down and his face turned to the ceiling, he thought.
'This isnt so bad, it not like things can get any worse.'
It did.
DEEP RURAL PART OF UTAH
Both Tracker and Skye were exhausted from the trip to Wyoming and Utah, Even though Tracker couldn't count the number of times he had to walk from state to state to kill someone and return back to collect and small bounty. It never got easier. For Skye, it was somewhat better because cardio was her thing back in the Air Base in Roswell.
Before they knew it, they were there. Tracker with his Mosin Nagant strapped to his canine body looked at the stone sign at the driveway of what looked to be a farm.
'Sinclair's Dairy Produce and Goods, No Firearms beyond this point' The sign said loud and clear for him to see, but there was also a small sign right beside it. Written to make sure no one would miss it or misinterpret it as something else.
'Whites Only, No Mutts, No Yellowfaces, No Niggers.'
"We're here," Tracker said as he hops over the wooden face then divided the main dusty road from the large farm property. Skye followed along and climbed over as well. The Night sky made it pretty difficult to see in general where they were both going, so they made sure to tread lightly and carefully.
"Tracker?"
"Yeah?"
"You still haven't fully explained to me the white supremacy thing."
"Oh yeah, just the Resistance movement, white supremacists also want to take back the United States from the Nazis and Japanese, but in a different way," Tracker explained walking through the farm field.
"Wait, So what's the difference between normal Reich Racism and White Supremacists?" Skye started to question.
"People in the Reich are a lot less vocal about this, sure they believe it and segregation is still going strong there, but out here, White Supremacists decided to do rather than say," He said, sounding like he knew a lot on this topic.
"Before the Nazis and Japanese invaded, the Klu Klux Klan hated Blacks more than Canines, because they were too afraid of having the same rights as them. So when the Nazis invaded, for a while, they were pretty excited that they were going to be the 'top race' as they called it."
"I dunno what the people in the Reich think of the KKK, but I know the Government doesn't like them, apparently labeling them a Terrorist Group"
"Then after Hitler passed the 'Hand in Paw Law', making Canines equal to whites, The Klan began to get angry and started targeting Canines just like they did Blacks. You know, Terrorizing, Private Business Restrictions, Lynchings, the usual of what those assholes do on a daily basis," Tracker spat out that entire history lesson like he had been preparing for it.
"Wow...I didn't know you knew so much about this. How do you know all of that?" Skye commented, Shocked at the Chihuahua History Intellect.
"I enjoy reading sometimes, it's pretty calming after killing someone," Tracker said before suddenly ducking down into the tall grass, Skye did the same out of reflex.
"W-Whats going on-"
"Shhhhhh...Over there," Tracker pointed out to the cockapoo, Skye looked and saw a large crowd and Klansmen eating and drinking with guns. There was a small podium one Klan member was standing on, looking like he was about to give a speech.
"Cmon," The bounty hunting Chihuahua began to prone forward through the grass so he couldn't be spotted. Unstrapping his sniper rifle so it wouldn't get dirty. Skye had never seen a gather like this before, and even if she had, never would she see something this big. There must have been at least over 150 Klansmen in the open.
"Brothers of the pure white race, we stand here in the Rural Plains of Utah, where my great great great grandfather fought for the Confederacy in hopes of preserving the liberty of his state. Those Yankees and their constitutional grasp over the south push us forward," The Klan's Man on the podium began to start off his speech. Some of the people in the crowd had confederate flags too.
"The last thing I would do is fight for the North, but right now...there is no North, neither is there a South. Right now in the United States of America and those fucking invaders coming in and taking our rights. Those Resistance members think they can walk upright with the white folk, think they can downgrade the Men and Women we are the true Americans!?"
"Now if those Communists in the East, Wops, Mutts, Chinks, Micks, Jigs, Jews and the Niggers try and stop us. We'll take up arms and show them what we mean by the true Americans. Some of those would just say to leave this country, but they don't understand, pride ain't something you can just give up. It never goes away and it never should, if my great great great grandfather didn't have his pride, The South would have gone down much sooner," He started to get more vocal with his speech, out in the bushed was Tracker already getting into a good position and modifying the scope on his Russian sniper.
"But I'm not going to talk like those white wanna be's in the Nazi country, I say we head down...No...We March down to Canton City and we burn down...Every...Last...Building until our voices are heard, we shoot all others and take the rest," The supposed leader on the elevated podium reached into his Klan Robe to pull out a pistol and stuck it in the air for all to see. The others raised their pistols along with Shotguns and Rifles.
"WHITE POWER, WHITE POWER, WHITE POW-" The Leader was cut off mid-rant as a lone sniper shot rang out in the night and the Klan member was shot straight in the head and fell off the podium and into some bushes. The other Klansmen started freaked out as some tended to Leader's wound, others tried to find where the shot came from and started running for cover.
"Boom...Headshot," Tracker complimented his shot as he and Skye began to run back from where they came, away from the scene. Hoping over the fence and running back down the dirt road into a nearby Forrest.