While Scout was talking with Daisy's owners on the phone, Heavy was busy in the kitchen making her some food. When he had finished, he walked into the living room, where Daisy was lying on the couch, holding another sandwich.
"Here you are," he said, placing the sandwich in front of her, "Is moist and delicious." Daisy sniffed the sandwich cautiously before gulping it down in one bite. Heavy chuckled as he watched her lick her lips happily.
"Do not worry if you feel like killing," he told her, "Is normal." Scout, having finished his phone call, walked over to Heavy to explain the situation.
"Good news, I was able to contact the owners, and they'll come down to pick her up as soon as they can," he said, "but until then, we gotta keep a close eye on her."
"We meaning all of us," Heavy asked, wondering about the rest of the team.
"Well, yeah," Scout said, "It's gonna take more than just the two of us to take care of her. You know anything about animals?"
"No, I did not keep pets as a child. The only animals we had in my homeland were wolves. It is not easy to have emotional connections with an animal that wants nothing more than to rip out your entrails and tear them into teeny tiny pieces before devouring them and then regurgitating them to feed their young."
"That's…more information than I needed. But, yeah, I don't know much about dogs either. The closest thing to a pet I had as a kid was this ladybug that I knew for about fifteen minutes before it got caught on an abandoned spider web and starved to death. We had some good times." It was then that Soldier entered the room, took one look at Daisy, and sighed deeply.
"Heavy, how many times do I need to tell you? We do not allow hairy desert vagabonds in the house," shouted Soldier, "Now get him out of here before the cops get involved! Again!"
"Soldier, this isn't some desert vaga-whatever, it's a dog we found outside. Her owners are a couple hundred miles away, so we're gonna have to do our whole 'team' thing and take care of her until they come get her. You know anything about dogs?"
"Of course, not," Soldier replied.
"Really? Nothing? Out of all of us, I'd expect YOU to have some kind of pet. Well, you and Hard-Hat."
"Son, the only pet I had as a kid was a rock. And you know what? I was HAPPY!"
"Good for you. Now, you and the others gonna help us dog-sit, or what"
"Well, with the ceasefire being active and all, there isn't much left to do with my free time, so, sure."
"Haha, your assistance is appreciated, Soldier," Heavy said, standing up, "We will need all the help we can get. This will not be an easy task."
"Heavy, we are a group of men that kill people for a living," Soldier stated, "How hard could it be to take care of a dog for a few days?" As if on cue, Daisy stood up and ran past Soldier into the barracks.
"I'll be honest," said Scout, "I kinda saw that coming."
"This is no time for honesty," Soldier barked, "After that dog!" The three mercenaries ran after Daisy without another word.