Morning time finally arrived, new days same old routine. All including Chase, who was in the middle of his own morning routine for day. Just a simple coffee at bay until feeling a slight tap on his side. Looking over to see Zuma, the good chocolate Labrador.

"Morning Zuma, What's up?" Chase asked, looking back at his morning brew, willing to listen to whatever his friend came up to say. "Psst Chase, you notice anything diffewent with Skye and Marshall lately?" Zuma questioned, having a paw blocking his mouth as if to keep his voice down to the Dalmation and cockapoo a good distance away from him. Chase looked over to see Skye and Marshall, both laying down on the couch, paying no mind to anything but each other as they watched the television.

"Actually now that you say, they've been really close since yesterday"

"I feel like I should say something to Skye, I haven't since yesterday" Chase requested before leaving his post at the coffee maker over to the newly forged couple.

Zuma standing by as he just walked off, nothing excess really on his mind this morning as he came face to face with large glass windows that acted as parts of the wall for the lookout.

"Hey Skye, can I talk to you like, like really quick?" Chase asked as he walked over to the two, both the cockapoo and Dalmatian looked back at him with a bit of perplexed emotion as to what it could be. Marshall being the first to realize as he looked back at Skye to see her reaction to the invitation to speak.

"I'll give you two some space" Marshall softly commented as he eased himself from off the couch to leave the two to talk. "Skye, I just want to say-"Chase started before seeing Skye raised her paw with her palm face toward, the German shepherd recognizing the signal for him to stop.

"Chase, before you say you're sorry, just know that I already forgive you. I couldn't force you to love me and all you really did was express how you really felt" she said.

"So... you're not mad?" Chase asked.

"I should be asking you the same thing, Since Marshall is treating me better than you did" Skye claimed which Chase didn't really push back on, knowing he wasn't the best dog to distribute attention from.

Just shrugging with a slight nod. "I guess so."

"You're not going to throw Marshall off a cliff I presume" She questioned the German shepherd on his intention, Chase looking back at her as if it was a joke. "Of course, I'm happy for Marshall, you're worried I would?"

"No Marshall, he was hyperventilating last night. Poor guy" Skye and Chase both chuckled at the thought if it didn't already, put them on a friendly relationship from now on. "Alright, I guess I'll see you around" Chase gave a final smile before walking right past the cockapoo. Conveniently as Marshall stumbled his way back, coming face to face with Chase but receiving a smile and friendly but stern pat on the back before seeing him walk off.

Marshall was in a state of shock for a second before quickly pacing over to Skye. "So…. he's not gonna?" he asked, still concerned.

"Nope"

"Oh thank God" Marshall breathed as he received a light kiss on the cheek.

Meanwhile miles away in the big city itself, A long bus full of passengers arriving at its stop on the side of the road, parallel with a bus stop as the brakes on the General Vehicle eased down. The Air shooting out before the doors opened, one after the other each person got off. Tired after a long ride, however at the top of the bus Pebbles stood up. Raising his head up far above anything to see all the magnificent buildings and high rises.

In reflect, tapping his neck to try and retrieve some sort of device, feeling nothing as he remembered himself discarding his collar on the beach side a few hours back when the night was out. "Oh yeah, forgot" he said, feeling quite stupid as he had seemingly forgotten. Jumping right off the top of the bus and on the pavement, landing on his paws as tradition for his kind.

He knew where he was going, and it did t click in his mind on what kind of route he was going to take. Walking down the sidewalk, the nerves and senses in his brain going haywire at this point. It was so odd to be out in the open even though no one could give a rats ass about his ex-occupation.

Whether it was widely known or not, the thought of him walking among regular everyday citizens was something he would only dream of after retirement.

With a firm grip on his sense of direction, eyeing down a narrow alley way to have a string of yellow, orange and other warm colour lights along the walls which realistically were just the walls of buildings on each side.

Ducking under shanty cloth hung up at the end of the alley to walk right into a makeshift bar. All wannabe furniture is made from insanity items. Full black garbage bags used as bean bag chairs, upside down trash cans used as tables. The people weren't all that good looking too.

However, a proper used would be feline, as no human or canine was seen inside for that matter. All feline that drank and served.

"New here?" A female feline asked, her fur was white but the dirt and grim along it made it more of a grey colour however, holding a plate fish bones in one paw supposed to tend to someone else.

"Yeah"

"Bar is behind me, Podium to the right if you want to show off whatever, Backrooms to the left for…pleasure" She said, swaying her tail from side to side as if she were 'inviting' the orange feline.

"Hard pass" Pebbles responded, pouting his face a bit as he turned down the offer from the dirty furred cat. "Fine" She muttered, walking off. Letting pebbles walk ahead of her to the bar side.

Seeing seats occupied with other felines like himself, their faces down to the tap clutching their drinks. Either too tired for the other side or too drunk to stay conscious for more than 5 seconds with feeling the need to throw up.

Taking a seat right next to someone already slumped over, trying not to make eye contact even though the cat had already passed out. "Lemme guess something strong to make the pain go away?" The bartender asked, a red rag tucked around his neck and his fur was black with mossy green eyes. Cleaning a cub with his paws whilst tending to the orange cat.

"How'd you know?" Pebbles asked, supposedly taking the words right out of his mouth before he had the chance. "You work here long enough; you'll be able to read people's emotions and what they want" He explained.

Pebbles just hung his head low, not to be rude but a slight reminder of why he was here in the first place. The bartender took notice suddenly.

"Just cause I'm a bartender doesn't mean I got to stay silent, you got a problem you can lay it on me pal" He inclined.

"I-I can't tell you, It's confide-actually, you know what, fuck them. Fuck them and their stupid organization with liars all around" Pebbles clenched his paws tight against the table all whilst the bartender watched, seemingly unphased at Pebble's outrage.

"That's its kid, let it all out. Organization you say, you worked for some business that fired you?" He questioned.

"The CIA, and I ran away. They don't know I've gone off the grid yet, but they'll find out sooner or later."

"So, you were like one of those spy guys they got?"

"Pretty much"

"So, why'd you leave?"

"They lied about my father, all my life he was a hero to me but they regarded him as a traitor. He helped my mom escaped Cuba back in the 80's even though it wasn't his fault, he was just doing the right thing, and they cut him loose after that."

"Bummer, I hear talk everyday about how the Government does this and does that, but hearing it up close, damn" He commented, shaking his head at the thought.

"So, what you gonna do now, gonna live in the woods with no running water, no electricity, no packaged foods like Ted Kaczynski?" He chuckled to himself at the thought.

"No, I need to finish a job first, it won't be easy, but I'll need more people and crap ton of firepower to make it happen" Pebbles said.

"Judging by the sound of all that, what you're talking about sounds very illegal" The bartender said, smacking his teeth all whilst looking at the orange furred feline as if he were his dad.

"What are you, A cop?" Pebbles asked.

"Could be if I wanted to, I've got the skills to be on a SWAT Team" He proudly proclaimed about himself.

"Sorry to squash your ego, but cops don't serve drinks and clean cups" Pebbles jokingly stated.

Seeing the Bartender looking at him in the and smirk before suddenly putting down the glass he was holding to turn to his side to reveal a small hairless patch of fur with a tattooed insignia on it.

"Sure, about that?" he asked, still with a small smile across his face as he pointed to the insignia brandished on his skin forever.

"Wait, Y-You're-"Pebbles stuttered as he tried to fish for the words in his mouth until letting the black furred bartender finish.

"Ex-Marine, served for five years before turning, Government never gave me shit for my service" The Insignia was as noticeable as a celebrity's voice. The Eagle of the Nation over the Globe wrapped in a vessel anchor. The outlines were red as was the famed colour for the branch itself.

"Bet you did some pretty fucked up shit over there" Pebbles was inclined to believe. "All the people I killed deserved it, it was the people I lost that really keep me up at night" He stated, biting his lip after claiming such thing.

"Don't worry kid, I've got the PTSD under control, I won't go killing any civilians from a water tower or anything" He jokingly said. "Anyways, less talk more drink, you want something strong?" he asked, pressing his paws against the table on the orange felines level.

"I'm not staying long; I think you might have just helped with the pain a bit. However, I do still want to tie up some loose ends" Pebbles stated.

"I'm in" The bartender suddenly said, leaving Pebbles a bit speechless at the offer. "Y-You sure?" He asked. Pebbles had only met this man was for only a few minutes and by the sounds of it, he was already willing to endanger himself for a mission he knew barely anything about.

"If it means sticking it to 'The Man' then sure, you said you needed some firepower and just so happens I know where to get some" He offered once more his knowledge, Pebbles had really hit the jackpot with this guy.

Pebbles leaning forward with his paw out, the Bartender doing the same as both locked. "The names Pebbles by the way" he said.

"Lucky, the names Lucky" The Black cat confessed. "So, what about that part about more people?" Lucky asked.

Pebbles clicked his teeth as he started thinking how he was going to find the right people for the job to do. Turning his back to look at the small poorly built makeshift podium. Everyone had an opinion about the Federal Government, worse than good in todays world he had to admit. It was just a way of getting folks to reveal it.

"I got an idea" Pebbles said as he broke the chair so fast, leaving it falling to turn over. Not as if he did any damage, it was literal garbage after all. Leaping onto the stage in one swoop instead of taking the steps to the side.

"I'll tell you all what, what do you get when you a freedom loving people with a government that doesn't give two shits about any of us?" Pebbles asked Infront of the crowd, those asleep or half conscious raised their heads at the sudden question.

"We've heard this joke before, Get off the stage!" Some cat from the crowd proclaimed, thinking this was just a normal stand-up routine. However, to the contrary, it was not.

"This isn't a joke, it's real life. And I can testify to that truthfully. I've worked for them for long enough and all they've done is take, lie, and kill with impunity. We watch from day to day as the country descends into madness as if it's mundane to us. My father was treated like a toy by the Government but in the end, he died peaceful as a free man" Pebbles preached and ranted for further as one by one he could see his message was getting through.

"I dunno where this guy came from or who he is, but he is spitting facts. The Government has taken my money everyday through taxes and our community still looks like garbage" One cat said, standing up, raising whatever beverage he had up high in solidarity for Pebbles Manifesto.

"I'm with him too, my grandparents died because the Government didn't give them the money, they deserved for their retirement."

"Same here, those fancy Senators and Representatives in suits live in the lap of luxury while us commoners scrape whatever we can to just to survive."

"Count me in"

"Don't leave me out."

"This guy knows what's up."

"Time to get what's rightfully ours, We're Americans just like the rest of them!"

Pebbles looked all us to see the wave of support and admiration he was hoping to find, looking back at the Lucky the Bartender to see him smile and nod, holding his drink up high as well.

Jumping off the stage, being beaten down with continued cheers of admiration. Walking over to Lucky as one by one behind Pebbles, each cat got up to follow their leader. "So, about that 'firepower' you mentioned" Pebbles smirked, knowing half of what he needed was already had.

Lucky tucked his red cloth tightly around his neck like a scarf before slamming down one last drink before he went. "Just follow me, it won't be easy though."

"And…just about…done" Rocky stated, one at a time squeezing down a bolt into the bottom of the rocket. Laika looking up from the shade of a tree close by. Not quite understanding what the mixed breed had meant by 'done'.

"And by done, you mean?" Laika pressed for a better explanation before eyeing the rocket in it's full entirety. The sun beamed over the metallic frame of rocket, making it glow and glist from the light, making it even more majestic to the eye. Especially to someone who had been waiting for this very day.

"So…I-Its ready?" Laika asked.

"Well, the outside and inside are all done, but the fuel and the mainframe I need to get started on, but I'll only take me a few hours. Everything will be done just in time for tomorrow night" Rocky confessed, which was harmony to the female space dog's ears.

Silently squeaking with joy before rushing the green engineering canine with a large hug. Rocky feeling his sides crushed inward as he recalled how intensely strong, she was.

Laika resting her head among his fur before hearing a sudden click sound, opening her eyes at the sudden hearing. Turning her head to see Rocky extending out a small camera over the two just as she gave him that embrace.

The physical photo being extracted from the camera itself, slowly being pushed for Rocky to grab and admire. Laika tilting her head before behind handed the photo.

"Here you go" Rocky offered as Laika grasped the photo softly before turning it around and looking at it herself. The quality of the photo was good, and the scenery was beautiful, however Laika had a different concern for it.

"Who this for?"

"It's for you"

"Why?"

"for the memories"

"Why?"

"so you can look back on us"

"Why?"

"B-Because we're your friends"

Rocky insisted, still holding out the photo towards her, however she remained unwillingly persistent. If it meant making him feel better, she was willing to take it and call it a day. The big question that puzzled her was what the point was. "If you don't like the angle then I can just take another one" Rocky offered.

"Its fine, I'll put this somewhere"

"Where"

"Somewhere" Laika claimed, neatly folding the small photograph of the two along the edges and turning around to walk off back into town, Rocky following behind. "Where you are going?"

"Into Town, Katie said she had some pepperoni pizza waiting for me" She said, making Rocky's tastebuds dance at the thought as well. "Don't mind If I do!" Rocky shouted before running off down the hill ahead of Laika, gaining a huge advantage. "You touch that pizza and I'll kill you!" Laika shouted, running after him.