"Mhm Okay, I'll have all of them rounded up by tomorrow...Uh huh...Okay, Goodbye" Chase said in quiet calm tone over the telephone, one paw holding communications and the other writing his signature on a line of documents laid down on his desk for him to fill out. When the line cut dead, he hung up, placing the phone back on the stand.

He got back to writing off notes before placing his pen down and looking around the room as if he wanted to catch unwanted eyes from spying on him. Chase got up and walked over to his Office Door to check if anyone was listening, no one was there luckily for him in this sake of privacy.

When he got back, Once back to his desk, he tore off a piece of paper from underneath his desk that had a phone number on it. Reading out the numbers while dialing them in on the desk phone, the hovering it to his ear. Before hearing a Male Voice.

"Hello?"

"Greetings, Anything on the Convoy"

"It was a success sir, They got what they wanted and all thats left its to get back the Huskey, I'll make sure it can be done soon" The Strange Voice said over the phone.

"Causalities?"

"All Service Members had died"

"Oh well, Gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet I guess, hoped they would have taken them alive, and what of the wolf, is he making any sort of plans?"

"No Sir, He's been quiet about Operations, He's been busy keeping Runaway Everest down under lock and key"

"Great to hear, But I still dont want to have that Bounty Hunter around when I retrieve Everest from those Resistance Monkeys" Chase said in sort of disgruntled state, as he knew Tracker's sharpshooter trait could throw a lot of things of for him.

"Dont worry Sir, I tied up that loose end by informing a local group of his whereabouts, Trust me Kommandant Chase, He dies tonight"

"And of your own Cover?" Chase asked.

"No-one even suspects a thing Sir"

"Great, Keep up your good work, The Reich is proud"

"Of Course Sir, Goodbye for now" He said before hanging up on the German Shepherd. After the business call he had decided to tap into, He then got up from him Office Chair in sort of a groan from how stiff and tired his body was, and just stared out at the window.

The Snow falling had eased up giving a best view of a far range of the camp. Smoke pillowing up from Makeshift Chimneys and Guards making usual patrols around the areas. Unknown to Chase, Across the Camp were a number of Camp Commanders listening in secretly on Chase.

"Replay that again" One of that Commanders asked, so followed the Other Commander to replay a piece of Audio from Chase's phone discussion.

'Causalities?'

'All Service Members had died'

'Oh well, Gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet I guess, hoped they-'

"Okay Stop there, We have the Audio we need to at least turn this guy in for Treason, I knew we couldnt trust him" Commander Fahrenheit said holding the hard copy of the Audio. "You think he's a Traitor?"

"You think hes not?, This Audio proves that hes been dealing in some way with those Terrorists in the Neutral Zone" He said.

"Easy Man, Easy, Those Bandages and Gauze only do so much" Eli encouraged his wounded Friend Lambeth to take it easy on his walking as he helped him through the door of the Grey Wolf's Flag 'Shop'.

"Aghh, Thanks Eli, Damn that Blast did a number on me" Lambeth said leaning against what even her could to his side and finding a seat on the dusty part of the floor. After Eli and Lambeth, In came Tracker, Marshall, Skye and Lupe. "You guys have fun without me?" He voice was heard across the Flag who was revealed to be Bellion.

"Bellion, Where the hell were you?" Lupe asked.

"Watching the Huskey, Make sure she didnt go anywhere" He said searching through his pocket for a cigarette and a lighter to re-leave himself at the moment, his seizure of his pockets came short however when he spotted Marshall.

"Well God Damn, Marshall, Glad to see you're still here" He walked over giving him a pat on the back for his courage and bravery for simply being alive at this point in time.

"Good to see you too Bell, Now enough Talk everyone, Lets get back to work" Marshall said whilst getting a nod of approval from Lupe. "Like your Attitude Marshall, Been through Hell and already back onto work...but first" Lupe said walking over to behind the front counter of the shop to retrieve a classic tall glass of Whiskey.

"We gotta celebrate" Lupe said in a cheerful more, Pouring out Shots of the Alcohol into small glasses and passing it to everyone. Lupe smiles before taking a small glass and walking over to Marshall.

"I know im not the first to say this Marshall, But I just want to Officially say...Welcome back" He said, raising his own glass high and everyone doing the same in a show of inner strength. All the small shots clinked together as they threw back their heads and tasty beverage swam down their tongues down their throats for them to enjoy. Everyone had a small sense of cringe from the strength of the Whiskey expect for Lupe, who had gotten used to it by now.

"Alright so, If my work is done here, We'll be heading back home" Tracker said slinging the strap of his Russian Rifle onto his Canine body and walking over to the front door. Signaling Skye to follow. Skye shrugged to the rest of them and trailed behind Tracker, surprised to see Marshall follow too.

"Im coming too" Marshall said in a very stand up voice, for sure he wasnt going to be leaving Skye's side again. Instead of denying Marshall to right of coming with them back to their cabin, Tracker just eyed Skye for answer.

"Please Tracker, I havent seen him in so long, I dont want to be apart from him again" Tracker looked back up from Skye to see everyone was staring at him as if they wanted to see if he would make the wrong move. "Okay, He can come" He said walking out for Skye to only silent buzz with Glee whilst clinging onto Marshall, both in unison walking out and following behind Tracker.

"Welp, now that they're gone, When do we exactly get rid of the Huskey?" Eli said getting more medical cloth and gauze to treat Lambeth's GSW more professionally.

"I dunno, I have to find a way to contact that Shepherd so we can arrange something, until then...we wait" Lupe said.

Later after Marshall's rescue and three heading back to Tracker's residence, Both Marshall and Tracker started to give off even clearer sign of them both disliking each other's company. When the trio reach the cabin and walked right in, Marshall looked around as if was observing the place, closely looking at the details.

"Hmm, This alright for someone like you" Marshall stated before turning around and coming face to face with Tracker. "What the hell is that suppose to me" Tracker asked in a very hostile tone. Marshall and Tracker started to start down each other as Skye remained from a distance on the sidelines, Marshall then turned his stare to Skye instead. "Skye, Did he hurt you or anything?" Before Skye could asked, Tracker slightly shoved Marshall a bit to get back his attention.

"Dont bring her into this Dickwad" Tracker said, getting in his away from Skye.

"I'll ask her whatever I please, We're both together, Who are you with?" Marshall Stated getting directly into Tracker's face, Tracker growled before grabbing Marshall by his throat and run him into the wall, causing the wall itself to shake a bit. "MOTHERFUCKER!" Marshall shouted as he began to punch Tracker over and over in the chest before both of them ended up continuing their brawl on the floor. "Stop, Stop!,Stop it!" Skye shouted at both of them but none of them listened. When Tracker and Marshall both separated from each other, Tracker reached over to a table and drew out small hand gun to aim at the Dalmation. "Fuck this, Marshall Schmidt, Get on the Floor now!" Tracker ordered, Which made Marshall jump a little bit before he obliged in surrender.

"What are you, A Cop or something?!" Marshall said.

"Oh, you wish I was" Tracker replied, Everything started to calm down as they were all silent for a moment, until Tony walked right into the scene. "Whats going on Mommy?" He rubbing his eyes and holding his teddy bear whilst facing Skye. Marshall saw this and started to growl after his mind started to decipher why he had just called Skye his mother.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Marshall shouted getting right back up and lunging at Tracker, Tracker was catch off guard and negligently discharged the gun after being brought down once again to the ground. At this Time, Skye had turned and heard a strange noise from the outside front of the Cabin, walking over and looking out the glass window to see something truly terrifying. "Ummm...Guys" Skye fainted said, but no one heard her.

"You seriously had a pup with her?!" Marshall said still fighting with Tracker.

"Guys?"

"I didnt mate with her you moron!"

"Guys!"

"Im still going to kill you!"

"GUYS!" Skye finally shouted for their attention. "What!" Both Tracker and Marshall said in unison to Skye to know what she had to say. Sudden, A Molotov Cocktail flew threw the window, smashing the glass it came from, finally landing and breaking on the floor, causing the small area to ignite in flames.

Both Tracker and Marshall shot back up from the floor and back up, Tracker looked out side to see a horrifying sight. A very large number of a Familiar looking group in white robes and hoods, gathered in front of the Cabin, some arms with Rifles and Shotguns, Others with Molotov Cocktails and others on Horses.

"We have you out maned and out gunned you dirty mutt, come on our with your filthy paws up!" One of the Men shouted into the cabin, immediately firing off a Shotgun into the door. All of them ducked their head under from the fear of the blast. "What the hell, How did they even find me?" Tracker said to him. "Are you serious right now, You seriously pissed of the Klan, They're going to kill us now" Marshall grabbed Tracker until he was pulled back by Skye. "Stop fighting you two, There are people outside here that want to kill us!" Skye exclaimed to both of them.

"No...They're here to kill me, not you guys" Tracker said. "Tracker, Please dont tell me what I think you're saying" Skye pleaded in her mind for Tracker not to do what he was going to do. "Skye, They dont know that you guys are here hopefully, You guys can slip out the backdoor and run away, Take Tony with you" Tracker laid out the plan for not his survival, but theirs. It pained the Bounty Hunter's heart immensely to send his pup away with them aswell. Tony started to cry from hearing this and clench down on his stuff animal. "B-But I dont wanna leave you Daddy" he said.

"Im sorry Tony, but this is my problem I have to face on my own, Please, just go with them" Tracker begged for his Pup to understand the situation, but his words only fell on deaf ears. He still wouldnt let go.

"Tony, Please understand what im saying, you need to go, I want you to have a good life and I dont want to drag you down just because I didnt have one, So just go with them, They'll look after you now" Tony started to loosed his grip before walking over to Skye with eyes full of saddened tears. "Skye, Please promise me, Take care of him, for the sake of him and me" He asked to the cockapoo.

"Dont worry, I will"

"Thank you, Now go!" Tracker pointed them to the back door, Skye grabbed Tony and Ran out the Back door with Marshall following behind her. They both ran outside into the night into the dense trees of the Forrest and past the pond. They both ran for their lives as if they Klansmen were chasing them, swerving past trees and jumping over Bushes to get as far away as possible. Tony began to cry even more onto Skye's back however, Skye had no time to comfort the pup's emotions, all they could do was run.

"We got him!" Later after they ran away, Two of the Klansmen dragged Tracker from inside the Cabin to the outside porch. "Time to pay for what you've done!" One of them said kicked Tracker repeatedly on the ground with his boots. Others joined in as they began punching, kicking and even hitting Tracker with the butt stocks of their rifles and shotguns. After they had stopped, They looked at the Mexican Chihuahua was barely breathing on the dirty ground, trying to gasp for air as he was sure everything in his body was bleeding out and broken.

After they had stopped, One from the group loaded a Shotgun and pointed it directly into Tracker's face, the end of the barrel touched Tracker's nose before it firmly placed on his head. Tracker closed his eyes before a single shotgun blast rang out into the night, Tracker's canine body fell limp and lifeless before blood started to pool out.

Tracker was dead.