"Are my missiles ready yet?" Hater asked in an annoyed and impatient tone.

"Almost, sir." Peepers reported. For the past twelve hours, watchdogs who specialized in this field were working non-stop in order to get the missiles up and running for their leader and his plan. Hater's plan consisted of launching missiles to nearby cities, destroying and flattening the land so that he could rebuild. Plottemis was on the targeted list.

"Yes, good. Things are going according to plan," Hater gloated. Peepers nodded, agreeing with him.

In the bulkhead, missiles were lifted gently by special machinery, up into the jets' projectile chambers. Watchdogs climbed up onto the jets and entered themselves inside and on the seat. Missiles were now fully loaded on each aircraft, ready to do some serious damage.

The jets lifted off from the ground and were flying in the air, gaining altitude every second. Hater was laughing maniacally. These jets cut through the air and blasted at high speeds, ready to attack and ambush anything that was standing in their way. Sunlight beamed against the metallic planes, which shined every so often, just right in the correct angle.

"Yes. Go forth and bring destruction!" Hater cheered. Peepers stood behind a monitoring station inside the room that him and his leader were in. He pushed a green button and spoke into a speaker box.

"Command Peepers tuning in. Our first target is Plottemis. Be sure to lock on target when approaching and blast everything in site. Don't forget our subject. Spread hate. Peepers, out."

"Copy that."

"You guys are doing an excellent job." Hater awarded Peepers with such good critique.
"Thanks and you are doing a good job too, being leader." The first in command replied.

"Okay guys, we gotta make this fast and easy. Gas in these things don't last that long," an experience Watchdog explained during the flight.

"Will do."

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"Quick, Wander, right over here!" Sylvia whispered, motioning her friend to follow. The orange alien swiftly moved in her direction, dust lightly being kicked up in the air behind his heels. "Shh!"

Wander eased his running and tip-toed. His body was pressed against the wall with his friend's blue arm and hand, putting her finger up to her muzzle. Sylvia's face pressed up against the wall, listening and making sure the ghost was clear or not. Unfortunately, on the other side, there were troopers. Watchdogs were inside, scoping out things and making sure they didn't leave anyone behind.

"So, Jim, do you think we should start heading back?" a Watchdog named Seth said while stuffing a candy bar inside his pocket.

"I don't think so. We gotta make sure not a single soul is free from Hater's grip. Let's keep looking then we need to hurry up and high tail it out of here." Jim responded.

"Why is that?"

"Don't you remember? We have to hurry up and get out of here. The fighter jets should be on their way right now to flatten this city to billions of pieces."

"Fighter jets?!" Sylvia whispered. Wander shrugged, not knowing what those were.

Back on the other side of the wall, Sylvia quietly and slowly moved toward the doorway of the entrance. Her feet avoided pieces of trash and an empty soda can. Sylvia's neck stretched out and peaked inside the door frame. A soldier appeared in the back, walking out from behind a shelf of delicious space candy bars. He was ravaging through a pile newspapers and reading the titles to himself. Taking a huge risk, she lifted her head up and looked through the dusty window. Her eyes saw another watchdog walking towards the back. This was the perfect time, if any to make a move.

Her legs lifted herself off of the ground and quietly rushed inside, hiding behind the front register. Wander followed. The sounds of boots produced muffled sounds from across the store. Vibrations could be felt by the duo if they stayed absolutely still.

"Wander, now listen up," the zbornak started, "I need you to stay here and remember, be really quiet. Don't make a sound or a peep. I'm going to sneak behind some shelves and catch these fools off guard. Sound good?"

Wander nodded at her strategic plan. His best friend quietly crouched down and sauntered behind a shelf close to the separated Watchdog. The blue steed approached the ravaging fighter and grabbed him by the throat with her big behemoth began to squeeze and cut off the circulation to the brain. The soldier uttered faint choking sounds which slightly alarmed the other trooper inside. He gasped and made his way around the aisle's shelf. On the floor, he saw his partner in crime fainted and passed out on the tile floor. This angered Seth and he walked away from the unconscious body.

"Where are you?" He muttered in a low and eerie tone. Behind the shelf, Sylvia sat down, ready for his arrival around the corner. He continued forward and was quickly grabbed by her. Oxygen was blocked from his passage ways and he began to fade into dreamland. Wander peaked from the front desk and saw that his friend was OK. He let out a faint sigh and rushed over there to her.

"Wow, that was a close one!" Wander said.

"Yeah, but I don't reckon we're in the clear yet."

Wander looked around on the shelves and saw the candy bars that were disorganized and misplaced under little signs that read the wrong name. Potato chips were scattered along the tiled floor. The little fridges in the back were shut off. It seemed like everyone packed up and just disappeared.

The little furry creature walked along the aisle to find that there was a bottle of Orbbal Juice left, along bottles that had fallen on the floor and busted. The last bottle stood there, untouched and without a single fingerprint on it. Wander's eyes gleamed and he excitedly called Sylvia over.

"Sylvia! SYLVIA LOOK!" Wander's feet began to do a little dance.

"Alright!"

In the back of the store, a Watchdog on guard came through the backdoor after hearing hollers and a lot of clattering. He appeared in the archway in the back and saw Hater's most despised enemies before him. The trooper lowered his gun and backed away behind the wall, hiding himself. He eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Now we can finally get out of here!" Sylvia said in relief.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to go ahead and open this. We can go right outside the back since there is an alleyway back there. It'd be safer. And we can just go ahead and blow the bubble and get on outta here."

This alerted the unseen character. His hand lowered and went inside his pocket, pulling out his walkie-talkie. He turned it down.

"Reporting in. Wander and Sylvia are reported inside a stored called "Leslie's," the Watchdog quietly informed others, "Do not respond to this message. I'm going to need back-up, pronto!"

As was told, the other soldiers didn't reply. The troops nearby stopped what they were doing and rushed over to the store where the two travelers were located, along with their teammate.

Both Wander and Sylvia began to walk forward, Wander preparing the bottle, when suddenly, the sound of boots and car doors being slammed shut were heard. Outside the window were silhouette's of the armed forces closing in. The two of them rushed towards the back and then the soldier popped out from the corner, smacking the opened bottle of Orbbal Juice out of Wander's hand, spilling every single drop of it on the tile floor. Behind them, soldiers entered the store, rushed past the front desk and down the aisles. Sylvia punched that surprised ambusher in the face, grabbed Wander's wrist and ran out the back door.

The sun beamed down on them and affected their vision for about ten seconds before their eyes finally decided to dilate. Wander was on top of Sylvia who was carrying him down the small alleyway. Wander frowned as his steed smoothly dodged dumpsters and bags filled with trash and junk.

"Man, we were so close to escaping this place..." Wander pondered in his mind. Sylvia grunted as she jumped over a trashcan.

"Don't worry, buddy. We'll find another way. I promise." Sylvia said, attempting to comfort his saddened friend.

Meanwhile, in the distance, fighter jets are flying in Plottemis to ensure massive destruction. The sound of the jets echoed throughout the entire city. This caught the attention of Sylvia and Wander. Wander looked up and covered his face, blinding the bright rays of the sun, allowing him to see the silhouettes of the bomb carriers.

"What in the world are those?" Wander asked.

"Fighter jets." Sylvia replied, "The Watchdog back that store mentioned that."

"Oh no..." Wander uttered.