ME: Okay guys. I'm looking to wrap this up soon although this definitely wont be the last chapter. I'm on vacation in Canada and my Grandparents came over for lunch. I haven't seen them in a while so don't expect another update for a few hours or so.

STORYTIME!

"Dang boss," Boot muttered as he hauled Butch to his hind paws. "Have you been eating bricks or something?"

The Anatolian Shepherd growled. "No time for that," responded the leader of Task Force Zero. Then he got on the radio. "Alright Carrier, this is King. Rest of Zero has arrived at the subway station. Get ready for fur to fly, over."

"Roger. I'm heading over there-." There was brief static, following by a panicked Seamus. "Ah no, not today-."

"Carrier?" Butch ventured. "Seamus, tell me what's going on pronto, over!"

There was only a brief cry for help, then the line went dead.

"King!" a new voice cried out. "This is HQ! Peeks picked up some traffic from your Pigeon but he's now silent. Please advise and confirm, over!"

Butch gritted his teeth. "Roger HQ. Call sign Carrier is MIA," the old dog paused, "possibly KIA. Awaiting orders, over."

His various subordinates shuddered in worry as the reply came in. "Understood. Butch, you and the rest of the task force are to commence with the final phase of Operation Light in the Dark. But be careful. No reinforcements are available, I say again, no reinforcements are available. Stop Kitty Galores plan. HQ out."

Butch nodded. "Alright Zero," came his orders. "Seamus wont be our eye in the sky for the remainder of this mission. No chance of getting backup, so stay alive."

His ten subordinates sighed and crept out of the subway station and out into the world. They made their way to Universal Studios Hollywood.

"Keep the sunglasses at the ready," Dutch warned. With that the 11-strong group infiltrated the theme park, their black uniforms and the large-scale departure of the humans easing their travel.

"Alright," Diggs muttered as they got to the building where Galore was apparently hiding. "Time for grappling hooks."

"Yeah," Desiree agreed as they all scaled up. "Too bad we can't use the jetpacks."

"Alpha One and Beta One," Butch interrupted, "cut the chatter."

Finally they got up without further comment. Catherine moved forward but tripped.

"Ugh," she remarked as the Russian Blue got up before anyone could assist. She looked down and gasped in shock.

There he was. Imprisioned in a cage but alive.

"Seamus!" they all chanted. Shovel and Logger promptly began fiddling with the lock. "You're alive!"

"Guys," the bird muttered, "might wanna run."

There was then a distinctive purr followed by laughing.

"Listen to bird-brain you idiots!"

ME: CLIFFHANGER! DUN DUN DUN!

Looks like we've got a situation here. What's next?