Chapter by Dax
It had been one week since the battle for Midway. The Japanese fleet had tried and failed to lure the sleeping giant into a trap to destroy their carrier fleet, but the sleeping giant had set it's own trap. The Japanese believed that Midway was running short on fresh water, thus making them come to where the Americans could destroy them. In the end, the Japanese lost four carries, while the American forces only lost the carrier Yorktown.
With news of this victory spreading across the United States of America, more and more people joined in the war effort. But as for Angel, Rouge and Devil Squadron, they had earned some much needed time off.
As Cain looked at himself in the mirror, daydreaming about being on a date with Terra, his brother Able was busy shining his shoes.
"Just picture this, Able," Cain smiled as he combed his black fur.
"A rustic cabin in the woods, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my lovely wife rubbing my feet. It will be a dream come true when I win Terra's heart."
Able smiled at his brother's idea of a perfect life. He had no problems with his brother chasing women, but if the lady wasn't into him, then he would have to put his foot down.
"I think you have been flying to high in the clouds," Able said he began to polish his shoe. "Terra has already has her sights set on Sam."
Cain smiled even when his brother just delivered a gut busting strike to his huge ego.
"Well, that guy may have saved my life, but when it comes to women, he is a novice. Ladies like a man who can take action, that can hold his own and above all, likes a man who can pleasure them in bed."
"Yeah, right," Able scoffed. "I would like to see any girl sleep with you once they see how big your dick is."
Well, that really hurt Cain's ego, but he tried to remain confident.
"Well, it's not the size that counts, it's how you use it!" he replied quickly, trying to sound like he wasn't bothered at all, though he couldn't help but crack a smile at his brother's quip.
Now as the two brothers got ready for a night on the town, Sam was already waiting outside at the Officers club, awaiting Terra to join him, dressed in his double breasted Navy Blue's, adorned with three medals, the Expert Pistol Shot, Expert Rifleman, and Navy Good Conduct. He was clearly nervous because he had never been a date since his days as a recruit at the academy. Then, he saw her. There was Terra, walking toward him in a very lovely red dress. Sam could feel his heart beating faster by the minute as she approached him.
"You look good, Sam," Terra said when she reached him.
"Thanks," he replied quickly, then took Terra's arm in his as they walked up the stairs, he couldn't help but notice that many of the other officers gathered around were looking at her, the males admiring and the female escorts envious.
"We haven't even gone inside and I think I've already found the belle of the night," he whispered just loud enough so that she could hear it.
Terra had to bite back a silent moan when she felt Sam's warm breath on her sensitive ear. She had to grip his arm a little more tightly as the sensation and his words combined to nearly rob her knees of strength for a step or two.
What an effect he had on her, and he wasn't even trying!
So lightheaded was she that she didn't notice the black wolf that had moved in front of them, barring their path, until she had bumped into him.
Lieutenant Thatch Steele of the 2nd Armored Division was not in a good mood. His first day back in his home town of Honolulu in over a year, thanks to General George Patton, and he was stuck doing door security for a bunch of overpriced and overfed snobs. He hadn't had so many people look down their muzzle at him since he was in school, and liked it less now than he had then. All he wanted was to go back and fight the mighty Nazi army.
And now he had to deal with a pair of party crashers.
"What are you doing here Davis?" he demanded in his smug way.
"As far as I know, you are most certainly not on the guest list."
"Thatch," Sam spat like the name itself tasted bad.
"Don't you take that tone with me," the grumpy Lieutenant snapped. Here was the perfect wolf to unleash all his pent up frustration on.
"Now I don't know what you think you're doing here, but you and your floozy had better just go back to that shack you call home and do your business there."
Samuel's claws sprang out of their sheaths, poised to gouge Thatch's eyes out.
How dare he refer to Terra as a floozy!
By the time he was done with him, he'd never walk straight again for the rest of his life. Hell, he would need a tank just to stop him from breaking his spine. But just as he was about to rush forward with blind furry, not caring about all the other officers watching the exchange between them with growing interest, Terra stopped him by laying a gentle hand on his arm.
"I'll take care of this," she murmured, a hard but playful look in her golden eyes.
She sashayed past him right up to Thatch, a sultry smile on her lips.
"Well I sure don't want to cause any trouble for you Lt. Thatch," she said in a Southern accent that had the fur of any male in earshot prickling.
"I mean, I am new to this city and all. Captain Davis here said he'd show me a good time tonight. How was I supposed to know that this was a private party?"
Sam's jaw dropped a bit when he saw Terra do something unexpected to Lt. Thatch.
Thatch did everything he could to maintain a professional demeanor. Too bad all that crumbled like a sand castle caught in a wave the second she ran her finger down his chest.
"I-I'm sure t-this was all just a simple misunderstanding, m-ma'am," he stuttered, feeling the fur at the back of his neck become damp with sweat.
Terra hummed softly, playing with the buttons on his uniform.
"You're not going to call MPs to come and throw us in jail are you?" she pleaded softly, tilting her face up close to his.
"I'd be ever so grateful if this little incident could be just...forgotten."
A glint appeared in Thatch's eyes as he considered the possibilities of what this lady was offering. If he played his cards right, he would no longer be a virgin.
"I think that could be arranged," he said, straightening his uniform.
"Perhaps you should give me your address so that I can come visit before being shipped off to fight the Nazis."
Terra smiled, knowing that he was falling for her southern charm.
"I think that could be arranged," she said, parroting his words back to him.
"But you don't really need my address. After all sugar, I'm not that hard to find."
"Oh is that so?" Thatch asked, his pants becoming somewhat uncomfortable right now.
"Mm hmm. In fact," she added, walking her fingers up to the collar of his uniform. "I insist you come see me and my father tomorrow morning."
"You and your father in the Morning?" Thatch asked, not getting the response he wanted.
"Wouldn't it be better for me to visit at night?"
Terra shook her head coyly, curling her fingers around his tie. Then her expression hardened and she yanked on his tie, dropping him to his knees from the unexpected move.
"I don't see punks like you after hours," she snarled in her regular voice.
"And I am not a fucking FLOOZY!"
she shouted the final part in his face.
Thatch's irises narrowed to pinpoints as he finally figured out who he was dealing with.
"Captain Ramirez!" he gasped in surprise, trying to straighten up and salute but prevented from doing so by her grip on him.
"I didn't mean... I just thought.…"
"Oh I know exactly what you were thinking," she growled, pushing him away to land on his backside.
"Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you Thatch," she said, standing over him and making him lean back.
"If you have any interest in keeping your rank in the army, you will be in my father's office at six AM sharp with a long, well-written, apology. If you're even one second late, don't bother ever showing up, because I'm sure that General Patton has no time for perverts like yourself.
You got that?"
"Loud and clear ma'am," Thatch answered, completely humiliated.
Terra gave Thatch a curt nod, stepping back and allowing him to scramble back to his feet. She turned back to Sam and took his arm in her hands.
"Ready?" she asked, her voice sweet and gentle once more.
Sam just nodded, more than a little impressed by what he'd just seen.
"Since when could you act like that?" he asked, holding the doors open for her.
Terra chuckled under her breath.
"Oh, Sam," she soothed in that same accent, pleased when she saw Sam shiver at the sound of it, "what made you think I was acting? The truth is," she continued normally, letting him off the hook for now, "I was born and raised in the South. No matter how much time I spend in the city, I can never completely get rid of the accent. Nor would I want to."
After that, the two of them went into the officers club and started to mingle with the crowd. Around that time, "Big Daddy" Dax, dressed in his Army Greens, decorated with an Expert Marksman Badge and Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal, arrived with his date, Sweets, gauze wrapped around her injured arm, and clad in a simple black dress, which allowed her to proudly show off her newly acquired Purple Heart. The two of them had been getting along quite well after Midway, and truth be told, Sweets had a big crush on Dax.
Now as Dax and Sweets passed a few members of the band that was going to be playing, the bandleader stormed up, his face red with anger. He began ranting about how his star Guitar player had up and ran off to play for a band in Nashville.
"I know how to play the Guitar," Dax said cutting the band-leader's rant short. The other band members quickly convinced their leader to bring Dax in and let him play. With a smile the bandleader handed the silver wolf a big brass guitar and quickly led him to the back to get set up for his big solo act.
Outside the officers club stood Cain and Able. Both wolves felt like complete clowns wearing tuxedos instead of their officer uniforms.
"This is just great, if you hadn't forgot to wash our uniforms, we wouldn't be dressed like this," Cain complained to his brother, who only smiled in return.
"I don't know," Able shrugged, "I think we look good."
Then the white wolf began to head up the steps, but his brother grabbed him and pulled him back. Cain still had a few words of last minute advise to give.
"Now listen, Able. You're not used to dealing with the high class type of people that are in there," he warned his brother.
"So you just follow my lead, and don't make me look like a fool."
Then the two brothers went in. As they passed a waiter who was serving drinks, Cain reached out and snatched a glass of champagne. He downed it in one gulp.
Able shook his head at his brother's manners.
But Cain wasn't in the mood to hear his brother scold him on how he was behaving.
He needed Able out of the way for a bit.
"Dispose of this for me, Able," Cain smiled as he tossed the empty glass into the air.
Able quickly caught it and handed it to another waiter, only to see that Cain had gone off and disappeared into the crowds of officers and their dates.
This was not good.
Cain looked high and low for Terra, but when he saw her with Sam, his blood boiled.
There they were… Dancing together.
Terra flowed gracefully into the rhythm of the waltz. She loved to dance, but it was a pleasure that was usually denied her. Sam's movements were a little rigid at first, but as he gained confidence in himself the steps and turns came much more naturally to him. It was a rare pleasure to dance with someone that both knew what he was doing and wasn't trying to talk her ear off.
"You are a good dancer, Sam," Terra smiled as she moved closer to partner.
Sam nearly missed a step when he felt Terra's hand move up his arm toward his shoulder, recovering himself and getting back on rhythm before anyone noticed. While not exactly experienced in these matters, he knew that a move like this could never be mistaken for a sign of a growing love of someone. It both soothed and excited him, a fact that made him clutch Terra just a little tighter.
For the first time in his life, he was glad his mother and father had forced those dancing lessons on him.
When the waltz was over, Cain was burning mad. He watched the two wolves go over to the buffet table where Eve and King were talking. Seeing a serving cart with a bunch of food onto, Cain figured he could ruin Sam's outfit so that he would have to leave and get cleaned up. Then he would move in and swoop Terra off her feet with his charm.
The plan was fool proof.
With a mighty kick, Cain sent the cart flying toward Sam, but it just so happened that Able walked into the path of the oncoming cart. Able went flying toward Sam and Terra, but instead of landing on the Captain, he crashed into King.
Samuel, Terra and Eve rushed to help up both Able and King.
The colonel was beyond angry.
"Who is to blame for this outrage!" he shouted.
"Father are you alright?" Terra asked, feeling really worried for her father's well being.
King took a deep breath before shouting.
"No! Look at my UNIFORM! It's ruined!"
Then he ran off to get cleaned up.
Well, seeing that his chance to dance with Terra was gone, Cain felt it best to leave.
But as he turned, Dax stopped him.
"Looks like you messed up big this time, Cain," he said, then proceeded to grab the black wolf and dragged him out side before tossing him into a heap of garbage.
What a night this had turned out to be.