ME: Okay! Here's my SECOND update in TWO DAYS for the story of...

TASK FORCE ZERO!

Desiree woke up. She remembered explosions, screams, all before getting knocked out.

She heard moaning, however, and looked down to find her boyfriends sister, Shovel. The other German Shepherd had a pained expression on her face.

"Shovel?" she whispered softly. "Shovel?"

The tech expert only nodded. "I feel like I got hit by a express subway, then a cop car after a mobster, then a fire engine en route to a burning gas station AND then a taxi eager for riders."

Desiree shook her head and laughed. "You're definitely from New York. Where's your brother?"

Shovel winced.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Yeah," Shovel remarked, not wanting to talk about her brother.

"Hang on," Desiree consoled her. She hauled Shovel up and laid her down against a tree. "I'll get Chocolate or Gauze. They'll take care of you. We'll take down Kitty Galore. Lou's gonna award us medals. I'm sure Butch and Dutch'll throw a bacon celebration at HQ. Diggs and I'll settle down, I'm gonna give birth to a litter, you'll be called 'Auntie Shovel'-"

Before the German Shepherd could continue, a branch snapped. She turned, rifle raised...

And found herself staring at her friend, paws in the air.

"Don't shoot," was that was said.

She sighed in relief. "Shovel's hurt Dutch."

The Anatolian Shepherd nodded. "I'll get the rest of the Task Force over here." She got on the radio.

"Butch? Honey, are you there?"

"King reporting in. Use proper call signs Queen. Over."

Dutch giggled, somewhat comparable to a pup just in the academy. "I've got Desiree and Shovel over at my location. The latter may be wounded." She paused, adding, "Over."

"Roger that. Everyone else'll be there by-wait, where's Diggs? Over."

"Don't know," she replied. "Might have landed farther away. Over."

There was a brief silence. "Understood. Logger's got your location. We're en route, ETA five minutes, over."

"Copy," Dutch said. "Dutch out." She got off before being reprimanded and turned to Shovel. "All right, hang in there kid. Help's on the way."

Shovel weakly nodded and pulled out her rifle. Before anything else was said, a noise was heard.

"What was that?" Desiree said.

The three females looked around. "Okay," Dutch said as she took charge. "Here's the plan; Desiree, stay here."

"But-"

"No 'buts'." She glanced at their apparently injured comrade. "Watch over your friend here. Butch asked, you were-and are-under my orders."

She sighed. "Watch over Shovel. Wilco."

Dutch made her way into an alley. Night vision was good, but not terribly good, and now she was alone. She eventually found a dumpster. It moved slightly. Ah.

She knocked on it, patiently waiting...

And finding a head pop out of the top. Disgusting.

"What happened?" a familiar male voice said. Ah. Diggs had been in some less then reasonable places lately.

She got to the top and pulled him out, pulling off a banana peel as she did. "We've got Operation Light in the Dark Agent Diggs."

"Alpha One," Butchs voice suddenly called. "Come in. Say again, Alpha One, come in. What's your status? Over."

Diggs answered the call. "One here boss. I'm okay. Dutch is with me, over."

There was a tone of bewilderment. "What? She's with you kid? Over."

Diggs was confused. "Roger that, she's with me. Hey, I've got Desiree, not-"

There was a scream over the radio. "Shovel!" Diggs screamed.

"Ah crap," Dutch muttered as she ran over with her companion back to the owner of the voice. The two rushed in, rifles raised...

And found Desiree crouched down, inspecting Shovels apparent wounds.

The remaining 'Zero' members called in.

"Anyone hit?"

"Hang on!"

"Wait one more minute!"

Diggs noticed something; a splinter in his siblings hind paw. "Hang on sis," he said as he pulled it out.

She yelped and the other two dogs promptly turned to glare, only to see the offending piece of wood. "Relax, she's okay!"

"It hurt!"

"Yeah," Catherine said as she strolled in, "Miss Tough 'Big Apple', I bet it did." There was some cruel laughter next.

If Shovel was human, she'd be blushing a bright crimson. Diggs, however, cleared his throat and saved her.

"We've got the entire task force assembled," he said professionally-and unusual for him. "That's what matters."

Just then, the Director of the CIS dropped in. "Task Force Zero, this is HQ. Do you read me? Over."

Butchs status as the senior of the group made him be the one to answer. "Yes I do Director. Task Force Zero is ready, all members present and accounted for, one possibly lightly wounded-never mind that, it was only a splinter. No idea on the crew though. Over."

There was a pause. "Alright then Butch. We've received intelligence indicating Pinkie and Scrumptious are both dead. We have a possible fix, say again, possible fix on Kitty. I'll send the coordinates in three, two, one..."

Butch glanced at the numbers in his HMD. "Coordinates received Lou. We'll be there ASAP, over."

"Affirmative Butch. HQ out."

Butch whispered the coordinates to Logger. The Pit Bull nodded and entered them in. A route materialized and showed a great distance before she began her briefing. "Location is Universal Studios Hollywood. Guess Kitty thought hiding in plain sight isn't obvious to us by now. However, we're roughly twelve miles away, and that's a considerable distance to cover on paw."

Shovel smirked.

"What is it?"

"Typical city gal logic."

I actually did research for the distance. Yeah I'm reusing the whole theme park shield. Sorry for that. I don't own Cats and Dogs. And stay tuned for the 'typical city gal logic'. 1-1 Marines, for now, out!