ME: Sorry it's been MONTHS since I updated. I'm planning on being a novelist, so my serious writing is taking a lot of my time. I'm really SORRY. Here's the long awaited Chapter Four. Forgive me if this does not live up to your expectations.

The ten dogs, cat and pigeon contemplated their mission as they flew in a high-speed, stealthy airplane. They also reviewed their own equipment.

Roy and Boot, being paw-to-paw experts, had their suits modified to allow them to be more agile, at the expense of less practical protection, something the designers tried to account for. Chocolate had similar gear due to being a close quarters expert (similar to Boot), but being a medic meant she also carried more stuff to patch up injuries, as did Gauze. Butch, Dutch, Catherine, Seamus, Diggs and Desiree had better communications due to their leaderships positions, although more for providing play-by-plays on Seamuss part. Logger and Shovel, being tech experts, carried tablets on their persons to slice into doors and other secure things, plot routes, access comms, carry lists and surf the Internet. Seamus had a camera on him to provide accurate intel. Diggs and Desiree additionally had enhanced goggles due to being marksmen, while Logger and Gauzes backpacks were modified to accommodate their machine guns. Regardless, they had one objective in mind:

Stop Kitty Galore.

Analysts predicted Kitty would be in Hollywood, saying she would infiltrate one of the many media centers in there. It was suspected by the otherwise quiet pilots that Kitty would slip in, plant a CD in a laptop, seize the 'Net and BAM! Problem for her was getting past them.

"This is gonna be tough bro," Shovel murmured to Diggs as she adjusted her helmet. "I've taken on some pretty bad cats and dogs alike myself, but Galore isn't a kitty when it comes to this."

"Well kid," Butch said, "less talk, more beat her up."

There was some chuckling from that. The pilot came over the intercom. "Fifteen minutes." That was it.

"Maybe this'll be easier than messing up a car," Seamus said. But a sudden beeping proved that wrong.

"Crap!" the copilot said. "SAMs got a lock on us, gonna have to...".

Another alarm went off. "Come on! SAM launch, SAM launch! Dozen or more of 'em!"

"Deploy your flares!" Logger suggested.

"On it," the pilot responded, "releasing flares, deploying counter-".

Whatever effect those means had was marginalized by a missile hitting the right wing. The explosion shook the plane and sent the passengers on an unwanted trip.

"Ugh!" Desiree muttered with her boyfriend as she got up, her backpack spewing off sparks. "Kitty's a-", but was cut off by the crew.

"We're going down! You guys are gonna have no choice but to jump now! We're not sure if this plane'll survive the crash landing!"

"Alright!" Butch yelled back. "Been an honor!"

"Good luck," was the response as the ramp was lowered. Dutch leaped out, followed by the remainder of the task force except for the German Shepherds.

"Guys!" Diggs yelled as he tried to fix his girls equipment with his sister. "No time for heroics, get out of here with us!"

"Negative!" the copilot said. "No time left!" There was a pause, followed by, "CRAP! More missiles!"

The aircraft shook, launching the trio out as a single SAM finally destroyed it. But a certain female did not observe that particular event...

What do you think? Continue or stop?