Alright, here comes the next chapter of the story of...

TASK FORCE ZERO!

Be advised, there is a South Park reference...

"Alright," Butch said as they approached Union Station, "we're at Union Station Shovel. What's your plan?"

The much younger German Shepherd smiled. "We hop onboard a Red Line train, get down to Universal City Station and move on Paw from there. Only problem is they've got a no cute animals policy."

"We'll just sneak around and get on top," Diggs said. They all glanced at him, so he added, "Look, we've all jumped out of a plane that had taken a surface-to-air missile already and was losing altitude quickly. A subway'll be nothing."

"Yeah man," Boots said. "Just hoping I won't have to jump off bro."

"You already did," Chocolate muttered in annoyance.

"Yeah. Oops on that."

Dutch shook her head. "Let's just get this over with so we can get back to HQ and take a catnap. Right Catherine?"

"Very funny," the Russian Blue shot back.

She turned to their recon expert. "Seamus, you're gonna have to get airborne. No place for a pigeon here."

"Good," Seamus replied. "It was bad enough back at Alcatraz. If you THINK I'll below ground again-unless you count Lous office and all back at CIS-you don't know this bird."

"Just get in the sky!" Butch snapped.

"Magic word?"

"PLEASE!"

"Alright, I'm going!" The only non-mammal in the group flew off.

"Oh great, thanks!"

"You're very welcome kind sir!"

The Anatolian Shepherd shook his head and went to Desirees tech expert. "ETA Logger?"

"Could be anyone from fifteen-to-thirteen minutes," the Pitbull said. "Trust me, I looked it up."

"Nerd."

"This nerd's gave us a good idea of our journeys duration," Butch growled. "So shut up or everyone but me and Beta Four is gonna drop and give me fifty. Am I clear?"

"Sir yes sir!"

"Alright then, move it!"

Getting in the ventilation system, the eleven operatives then ventured down. Finding the station, they dropped down on a passenger car.

"Alright," Butch muttered, "now's time to find a Eastbound-,".

As luck would have it, the six-vehicle train convieniently was now departing the station. Although Alpha and Beta as well as Catherine quickly reacted, Butch and Dutchs older age meant the two nearly fell off.

"DESIREE! DIGGS!" the two yelled out as they gripped the subway train.

"Hang on!" the other couple reacted as they grabbed their mentors paws, only to discover their considerable weight. Catherine, still attempting to get up-she had learned not cats didn't always land on their paws-could only watch as the two teams pulled up her superiors.

"Whew!" Roy muttered as he caught his breath. "Man you guys are FAT!"

"WE ARE NOT FAT!" They shrieked.

"Yes you two are fat!" Diggs said.

"Diggs is right!" Gauze snapped. "Last week, you two single-handedly ruined the California agents otherwise acceptable performance on the first-ever Joint Directors Fitness Test! Seriously, lay off the liver treats!"

Chocolate nodded. "Uncle Lou and Director Tab Lazenby held a conference over our new computer network solely to lecture us on the importance of being in shape. You two had your medical records shown and were the prime examples. Wait, you guys were the only examples."

Before their subordinates could berate them further, the fact they were going into a tunnel made both Dutch and Butch get knocked out by a wall, forcing their underlings to help them once more.

"Mom!" a girl inside the subway train said, "there's a dogs leg outside!"

"That's it!" 'Mom' said. "I'm taking you to the hospital as soon as this thing stops! You've been seeing all sorts of things all year!"

"But it's right there!"

"Don't you argue with me!"

Wow. Sorry Kiernan Shipka, but I could not resist subjecting your character to further trouble. Guess kids observe stuff more often than adults! Hope you liked this little fic!