The Petropolis International airport was bustling at this time of night. Pedestrians, officials, and the like rushing to catch their flight, new faces coming in and some just chilling and enjoying the food courts. Then as a flight from Japan made an entrance and on time as well. As the pedestrians made their way passed the immigration desk, one pedestrian( an Alaskan malamute) wearing the average pedestrian look( slacks, collared shirt and glasses) made his way to the desk and presented his passport.
"Welcome to Petropolis, Mr. Swigger.", the desk operator( a gray hound) told him handing him his passport back, "enjoy your stay."
"Thanks, I'm sure I will.", he answered as he walked away and headed toward the baggage claim.
While there, Mr. Swigger looked around to see if anyone was paying attention and after confirming it, he laid low near a large palm tree prop and made a call on his special Viacom transmitter.
"I'm in."
"Excellent, meet us at the rendezvous spot and await further instruction", the voice on the other end answered, "Over and out."
Swigger made his way outside and pulled a small cube from his pocket and after setting it on the side of the curb, pulled a set of ignition keys and pressed the green button. Then the cube ( using the latest Nanomorphic technology) shifted into a very hot looking motorcycle. While that occurred, Swigger clicked a side panel on his belt buckle and his clothes turned to that of a hardcore biker( such as black leather jacket with spikes along the shoulders, tight jeans, and fingerless gloves) and his blonde hair turned long, black and greasy with the occasional white highlight. Then after pulling on a pair of black sunglasses over his eyes( one brown and the other blue) and mounting on his motorcycle, he started ignition.
"Let's rock.", he declared in very biker sort of way, and the bike was soon rolling down the streets with a rumble while other pedestrians looked in awe. Then after a brief moment, Swigger stopped by a clear shop window and noticed his clear face.
"Whoops, one more thing.", he stated to himself and after a slight strain on his face, his entire face burst a black goatee, sideburns, and mustache just as greasy as his hair. Then he sped off once more.
While at this time, a real estate agent( a bunny) was introducing an elderly old Persian cat wearing a very moth eaten shawl and purple dress with an afghan under her arm.
"So, Madam Pershaw, you've seen every aspect of the house and do you think your grandson is going to like it here?"
"Oh yes dear.", Madam Pershaw purred while adjusting her white rimmed glasses and gray hair, "He's going to love it here."
Then the agent handed Pershaw a set of keys, returned to her car and after then coming back to reclaim the sign that stated the house was for sale, she drove away, but Pershaw remained on the street. Just then, motorcycle sounds drew near.
"Oh yes.", Madam Pershaw purred looking up and seeing Swigger approach, "right on time."
Swigger then pulled up and after dismounting and shifting his bike into it's original cube, placed it in his jacket pocket, and faced Pershaw.
"Madame Pershaw, I assume?", he asked bowing nobly.
"You assume correctly, Dante Swigger.", she answered bowing just as nobly.
They then turned and entered the house, locking the door behind them. Then they quickly pulled the shades down and after confirming nobody was around to eavesdrop( such as a quick glance outside the shades), Madame Pershaw pulled a metal sphere from under her afghan and placed it on the coffee table near a wall.
"So how did I do on the house guys?", a voice asked from another corner of the room.
Dante and Pershaw turned around fast to see a Redbone hound wearing average blue jeans, a plaid shirt, and brown hair neatly combed.
"Later.", Swigger issued as the Redbone made his way over to the table.
Swigger pressed the button flashing on top of the sphere and it opened up to laptop and instantly sprang on.
"Beginning transmission now.", it answered in a mechanical voice.
The screen then showed the silhouette of a German shepherd( or something of the like).
"Atten-TION!", the silhouette ordered and his audience stood straight, "So the team is all there?"
"Sir, yes sir.", they answered without hesitation.
"Listen carefully, our enemy is on the move and I have prepared your mission briefing. Streaming now."
The laptop then printed out a sheet of paper with the briefing printed on it in black ink and Madame Pershaw retrieved it and placed it in her afghan.
"This mission", the silhouette continued, "should you choose to accept it, is on that paper. Once accepted, you're on your own. Do you accept?"
"We do sir.", his audience answered, "We look forward to our mission."
"So be it.", the silhouette replied, "Remember, failure is not in our dictionary."
"Aye, aye sir.", his audience declared, "We won't disappoint you."
"Best of luck agents. Dark Wolf out."
With that the screen went blank and the laptop then started beeping.
"This message will now self-destruct. Have a nice day."
Early the following day, Dudley was taking a drive down the street again in the Tuffmobile. It wasn't time for him to be at work yet, so he figured he would drive around and see if he could clear his head. He still couldn't think of anybody who could be partners with him to replace Kitty. Keswick informed him last night that a new list of possible partners as soon as the week was over but it didn't help him.
"Jeez, I run through one list and now I run through another? I really need somebody who's eligible, but it's not like answers to my problems just walk up and smack you across the face."
He then glanced over and noticed that he was passing by the power plant. Oh, the memories he remembered( or at least he tried to remember) such as when Larry and GLOOM hacked into it, or the time when Keswick invented a toaster that went haywire and almost took over. He then stopped by the old Chew Toys and Stuff building and figured that he would go in just to relive the moment he bought that one chew toy that started his job. Just as he jumped back out, something drove by. It was a moment, then the transmitter on his wrist started to beep. He pressed it and Kitty's face showed up.
"Dudley, we got trouble. Someone is robbing the Petropolis bank. The first one, and I need you to investigate. You can do this alone, can't you?"
"Me?! Investigate?! Alone?!", Dudley asked in surprise, "But I don't have a partner."
"Just get over there and see what's going on" Kitty instructed and the screen went blank.
Dudley then drove over to the First Petropolis Bank to see that a couple of crooks looking really beat up and were being tied up with a very hardcore looking Alaska malamute biker finishing the knot on the rope.
"Hey you", Dudley called out, "what's the big idea?"
The malamute looked up and seeing Dudley, somersaulted in the air backwards and was on a motorcycle and speeding away. Dudley wasted no time and sped after him. The biker was definably wasn't going down without a fight( and for that matter, neither was Dudley). Dudley tried missiles, but the biker activated some sort of shield which caused them to backfire. Then the biker activated an oil slick which sent Dudley off track, so he shifted the Tuffmobile to flying- mode only to see the biker drive off the edge of the highway and his cycle shift into a flying machine as well.
"Where did he get THAT?!", Dudley asked himself in shock.
The biker then flipped a switch on his gauge and headed into the clouds with Dudley following. Just as Dudley seemed to get near, the biker plummeted straight for the ground so he followed that too. Then the biker pulled back onto the ground and shifting his bike into ground mode. Dudley closed in from above, and then the biker threw something in the air which landed a few feet in front of him. As Dudley crossed it, his car came to a sudden halt causing him to jerk in his seat for a second. He tried everything, but everything either was disabled or offline. The biker had vanished, and was nowhere to be seen.
"Who was that?", Dudley asked himself.
Then, the car came back on, and Dudley crashed into the sidewalk. CRASH!
Back at TUFF, everyone was busy muttering among themselves just as Dudley walked in pretty hurt, but he'll be okay.
"Hey Dudley, you okay?", Kitty asked him as she walked him to the others.
"I don't know Kitty. First of all, when I got to the bank, somebody already caught the crooks."
Just then the big screen flashed and Wolf Spitzer showed up.
"This is Wolf Spitzer with breaking news. Earlier today we just encountered this amazing display of heroism by this mysterious biker."
Wolf's picture vanished and footage of the crooks making their way to their car showed and the biker Dudley chased earlier showed up out of nowhere and the footage froze.
"All of Petropolis is wondering: who is this new vigilante?", Wolf continued, "Could he be a new secret agent going solo? Or is he something more? Nobody knows."
Dudley stared at the screen as the footage continued. That biker was a pretty good fighter( probably just as good as Kitty), but he still didn't like it.
"Hey, if this is a new agent, you think we can get him to join TUFF?", Herbert asked getting excited, "With that kind of training, he'd be a perfect fit for the job."
Dudley couldn't believe his ears. First a newcomer takes down his targets, and now he's being offered a position? And the other agent just couldn't stop talking on how this new "mystery agent" was so good, and skilled that Dudley couldn't help but feel ignored so he walked off to his cubicle in a huff and still thinking of his "encounter". Just then, his bone-phone rang. When he clicked it, a text message showed on with two words and a letter: "Game on. J".
"Who's J?", he wondered.