ME: Sorry I haven't touched this story in nearly a month. I've got housework courtesy of my Mother this weekend, Memorial Day and the premiere of RvB Season 10. Plus a three week vacation (I go to Buffalo via plane Thursday; I know, lucky spoiled redneck me) in which I may not have WiFi access all the time. In the event any of you guys want this story to hurry up, feel free to write your own version.

"See anything Carrier?" inquired Butch over the radio.

"Negative Butch, um, I mean King," the Pigeon replied. "I'm getting close, but not that close, over."

The Anatolian Shepherd nodded to himself. "Alright, just please report in when you've got a visual on Universal Studios or anything unusual happens. King out."

With that he turned to the rest of Task Force Zero. "Okay guys, we all now the game plan. Soon as we get to our stop, we sneak out and hit Kitty with everything we've got. There will not be any backup whatsoever, let me say that again, we will not be get reinforcements. Zip, zero, nada."

The leader of Zero glanced at his two tech specialists. "Logger and Shovel, you two are gonna be in charge of slicing into Kittys wifi. Do whatever it takes to prevent her from accessing the Internet."

Now it was time for the commanders of Alpha and Beta. "Diggs and Desiree, I want both of you to take out any hostile as soon as you get a chance.

Then he looked at Alpha Four. "Gauze, in addition to pulling gunner duty with Logger, you and Chocolate are to patch up any injured team mates."

"Like you do to your gluttonous appetie?" Catherine asked.

"Shut it Cat," Dutch muttered. Everyone else chuckled at Dutchs "insult", but Butch just glarred and continued.

"Roy and Boot, if either of you get close to Galore, darken her precious green eyes. Same for you Chocolate if you're not nursing a downed animal."

"What about me and Dutch?" A certain Russian Blue asked.

"I am in charge and Dutch is my second-in-command," Butch growled. "You just get to tag along as the liaison even though Seamus is the only other non canine in the entire task force."

There was the distinct noise of typing, and all but one soul onboard the train turned to find Shovel typing.

Her tablet indicated she was on Facebook, clearly somehow bored despite the situation.

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There was agrowl and Shovel noticed Butch behind her, holding a out of place electronic device. "Oh hey sir. I didn't know you had a smartphone."

"Facebook accounts became mandatory last month," he replied. "And I can't carry around a computer all day long or anything, so this was the alternative."

"Understood," she replied as Diggs sister promptly logged off and closed her browser. "So just how are Logger and I gonna be able to hack Kittys 'Net?"

"That's for you two techies," he muttered. "I've got the overall battle plan. Logger, what's our ETA?"

"Getting to Point B-AKA UC Station-in about five minutes. I know Shovel, shutting her down isn't gonna be easy."

"Speaking of which," Desiree asked as she checked her DMR, "why don't we just shut down the power?"

"Yeah," Diggs agreed. "Cutting electricity'll be easier than getting the codes."

"Someone's gonna notice," Dutch replied. "Plus if Kitty Galore is anything like her profile, she's gonna have some secondary generator or something."

"You're overthinking it," Catherine shot back. "We all know Galore may be smart but she lacks common sense."

"Wouldn't she have a laptop instead of a desktop?" Gauze inquired.

"I'm pretty sure evil world domination plans require a bit more processing power," Shovel muttered as she tapped a few buttons. "There, I've got us a route."

"Okay, just when are we gonna get-."

Before that sentence could be completed, the subway suddenly braked and two Shepherd type dogs were launched forward.

"Not again!"

Alright, hope this was worth you guys while. My Mother's gonna be back from the symphony any moment (I know, I come from a pretty afluent family), so this is goodbye for now. She's been getting all over my butt regarding my face. Christ, what did I do to deserve this? 1-1 Marines, signing off to get me some FroYo. Hope this wasn't too bad, out.