I don't believe it. Another fuck out story.
Yes, this is an AU of Spies. I have "Spy" in my name after all. And yes, it's from my OTP.
This was originally going to be a SpyxFamily One Shot. Although after watching the episode "Spy Game" I thought this was an idea that could be explored more.
I see that the Bluey community received me very well, so I think I'll stick with those who gave me this opportunity to put my crazy ideas out there.
Enough of wording and let's begin the Story.
Translation, so sorry for any error.
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The night cloaked the city in a shroud of mystery, concealing the secrets lurking within its shadows. In a forgotten corner of the financial district, a seemingly abandoned building held one of the most intriguing secrets: the lair of one of the world's most secretive security agencies.
Mackenzie moved with the grace of a shadow himself, gliding down the dark hallway. His tight black suit was more than just a stylish choice—it allowed him to move with stealth and even disguised an arsenal of high-tech gadgets. His eyes scanned every corner of the hallway, looking for any sign of danger.
Behind him, Bingo followed closely. Her normally messy orange fur was now pulled back in a low ponytail. The backpack she carried on her back was jam-packed with an impressive collection of electronic devices, each designed to hack into the world's most sophisticated systems.
"Bingo," Mackenzie whispered, his voice full of excitement in the silence of the hallway, "this information could be a game-changer. We've got to make sure we don't miss it."
Bingo's eyes sparkled with excitement as she sketched a mischievous smile. "Don't worry, Mac," she replied, winking at him. "I've got the perfect plan!"
Mackenzie couldn't help but smile back. Bingo had always had that effect on him, even in the most tense situations. Ever since they had met when Agent Bluey had introduced her to him when they were just kids. She had been the only one able to make him smile in the darkest of times, and he was happy to see that she still had that effect on him.
Mackenzie felt a rush of memories wash over him as they moved stealthily down the hallway. His mind was transported back to a sunny summer day, more than two decades ago...
They hadn't gone through the intense training to become spies.
The sky was bright blue and the laughter of children filled the air in the park. Bluey and Bingo were running around happily. Mackenzie was chasing after them to catch them.
But the happiness vanished in an instant.
The tranquility broke. Two black vans stopped abruptly next to the park. Dogs with dark suits and grim expressions quickly got out. Before anyone could react, they whisked away Bluey and Bingo's parents, Bandit and Chilli. The kids' screams of terror echoed throughout the place.
Mackenzie, paralyzed with fear, watched as his parents tried to intervene. It was a fatal mistake. The men pulled out guns and, without hesitation, fired. The ice cream he was eating fell to the ground as Mackenzie watched, horrified, as his parents collapsed lifelessly.
In the midst of the chaos, a dark-haired woman with an intense gaze appeared out of nowhere. With precise movements, she neutralized several attackers. "Come with me, quick!" she shouted to the kids. Without a second thought, Mackenzie grabbed Bluey and Bingo by the hands and they ran towards the woman. They, too, were paralyzed. They wanted to rescue their parents, but they knew that was impossible.
The next few days were filled with confusion and fear. The woman, who introduced herself as Commander Jenna, explained that she was part of a secret organization dedicated to fighting terrorism and organized crime. She told them that their lives were in danger and that the only way to keep them safe was to get them to safety.
A new life began for Mackenzie, Bluey, Bingo and the other children who had been rescued from similar situations. The organization's secret base became their home, and Commander Jenna, a mother figure to them all.
Years passed, and the children grew up under the organization's protection. They received education, physical training and psychological support to deal with their traumas.
As they grew up, Commander Jenna revealed more details about the organization and the threat they faced. A criminal group known as "The Shadow" had been behind the attack in the park and many other similar incidents around the world. Their goal was to sow chaos and control key figures in society through extortion and manipulation.
Years passed, and the kids grew up under the organization's care. They received education, physical training and psychological support to deal with their traumas.
The training was brutal. Endless days of grueling physical exercises, lessons in hand-to-hand combat, weapons handling and espionage tactics. Sleepless nights studying criminal behavior patterns, cryptography and psychology. But with each challenge overcome, they grew stronger, more determined.
Mackenzie discovered he had a natural talent for undercover work. His ability to adapt to different personalities and situations made him one of the best infiltration agents in the organization. Bluey, meanwhile, proved to be a brilliant strategist, able to anticipate enemy movements with uncanny accuracy. Bingo, the youngest of the trio, specialized in technology and became an expert hacker.
Their first mission together came five years after joining the organization. Intelligence had uncovered a Shadow operation in a coastal city. The goal was to dismantle a human trafficking ring and obtain information on the criminal organization's leaders.
Mackenzie infiltrated as a wealthy heir interested in investing in shady businesses. Bluey directed the operation from afar, coordinating the team's movements. Bingo monitored the enemy's communications and security systems.
The mission was a resounding success. They managed to free dozens of trafficking victims and obtained crucial data on the structure of The Shadow. But most importantly, for the first time, they felt they were making a real difference in the world.
Mackenzie.
Mackenzie.
¡MACKENZIE!
Mackenzie was brought out of his memories by Bingo's voice on his microphone. "Mackenzie are you all right?"
"Yeah, I was just analyzing the terrain." Mackenzie replied.
They continued to move forward through the maze of hallways, their footsteps silent as the brush of a feather. Every few feet, Mackenzie would stop, pull a small device from his belt and place it strategically on the walls. They were signal blockers, designed to block any camera or sensor that might detect their presence.
Mackenzie was brought out of her memories by Bingo's voice on his microphone. "Mackenzie Are you okay?"
Mackenzie checked the holographic map projected from his wristwatch. "Two more left turns and we'll be at the operations center."
Bingo nodded, her expression turning serious for a moment. "Mac, have you ever wondered what would happen if...you know, if things went wrong?"
Mackenzie paused for a moment, turning to look at her companion. In the half-light, he could see the worry in her eyes. "Bingo, we've trained for this for years. We're the best. Nothing will go wrong."
"I know , I know," she replied, running a hand through her fur. "It's just...sometimes I think about all the things I haven't done, the things I haven't said..."
Mackenzie felt her heart racing, but kept his expression neutral. "Focus on the mission, Bingo. When we get out of here, we'll have all the time in the world to talk about those things."
Bingo nodded, regaining her characteristic smile. "You're right Mac. Let's save Australia first, then we can worry about our personal problems."
Although this time Mackenzie felt like she was forcing it. And that didn't feel right on her. She wasn't someone who would get discouraged over something so simple.
They continued on their way in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts. Mackenzie couldn't help but think about Bingo's words. "What things hadn't she said, had she...?" No, he couldn't allow himself such distractions now. The mission was first.
Finally, they got to a reinforced steel door. It had no visible lock, only a highly sophisticated control panel.
"Your turn, genius," Mackenzie whispered, stepping aside.
Bingo approached the panel, pulling a cell phone-sized device from her backpack. She plugged it into the panel and her fingers began to fly over the tactile template.
"Come on, come on," she murmured to herself as she worked. " Oh, there you are, you little thing."
With a soft beep, the panel lit green and the door opened with a barely audible hydraulic hiss.
"Welcome to the heart of the beast, Mac," Bingo said with a triumphant smile.
Mackenzie smiled back and together they entered the control room. It was a circular room, filled with buzzing screens and servers. In the center, a pedestal held what appeared to be a simple hard drive.
"There it is," Mackenzie said, his eyes gleaming with determination. "All the information we need to dismantle the largest criminal network in the country."
Bingo approached the pedestal, pulling another device from his backpack. "Let me guess, latest generation security system?"
Mackenzie nodded. "Prison sensors, biometric scanners, silent alarms...they've got it all."
"Nothing I can't handle," Bingo replied confidently.
While Bingo worked on circumventing the security system, Mackenzie watched the entrance by pointing his gun at possible guard entrances, all his senses on high alert. Every few seconds, he consulted his watch, aware that every minute they spent there was increasing the risk of discovery.
"How's it going?" Mackenzie asked after what seemed like an eternity.
"Almost...almost..." muttered Bingo, her forehead prickling with sweat. "Got it!"
With a soft click, the hard drive was released from its base. Bingo took it carefully and stowed it in a special compartment in her backpack.
"Well done," Mackenzie said, allowing himself a moment of relief. "Now let's get out of here."
But just as they headed for the door, the lights in the room came on suddenly and an alarm began to sound.
"Shit!" Bingo exclaimed. "They must have had a backup system that I didn't detect."
Mackenzie was already in combat mode, drawing her gun from its holster again. "No time for regrets. We need to get out of here, NOW!"
The two agents rushed for the door, only to come face to face with a group of armed guards entering the room.
"Get down!" shouted Mackenzie, shoving Bingo behind a server as bullets began to whiz by.
The sound of gunfire filled the room, mingling with the howl of the alarm. Mackenzie returned gunfire, his movements precise and lethal. Beside him, Bingo typed frantically on his device.
"Mac!" she yelled above the noise. "I can block their communications, but I need a few more seconds!"
"You'll get them!" he replied, launching forward in a series of backflips that took him behind another server.
From his new position, Mackenzie had a better line of fire. With surprising accuracy, he took down three guards in quick succession.
"Ready! Bingo shouted. " Their radios are out of commission!"
" Alright!" replied Mackenzie. "Now let's get out of here!"
Taking advantage of the remaining guards' confusion, Mackenzie and Bingo made their way to the door. Once in the hallway, they began running at full speed.
"Remember the escape route?" Mackenzie asked as they ran.
"Like the palm of my hand!" Bingo replied. "Follow me!"
They turned a corner, only to run into another group of guards. Without wasting a second, Mackenzie pulled a small sphere from her belt and threw it toward them. The sphere exploded in a cloud of gas, leaving the guards coughing and disoriented.
"This way!" shouted Bingo, pulling Mackenzie toward a side door. They found themselves on an emergency stairway. Without hesitation they started up.
"The roof?" asked Mackenzie between gasps.
Bingo nodded. "I've got a little gift waiting for us up there."
They rushed up the floors, the sound of boots on the stairs behind them telling them that the guards were following close behind. Finally, they reached the door that led to the rooftop.
"Wait!" said Bingo, pulling out another device from his backpack. She attached it to the door and, after a few seconds, a click was heard. "There, that should keep them busy for a while."
They stepped out onto the roof, the cool night air hitting them in the face. Mackenzie looked around, searching for the "gift" Bingo had told him about.
"What now?" Mackenzie asked, aware that they were trapped on the roof of a 30-story building.
Bingo smiled and pulled a small remote control out of his pocket. "Now, we fly."
She pressed a button and suddenly a buzzing sound filled the air. From the edge of the building, a drone the size of a small car rose, its propellers spinning silently.
"Bingo, you're a genius," Mackenzie said, unable to hide his joy and rubbing his head.
"I know," she replied with a wink. "Now, shall we go?"
Just then, the rooftop door began to shake under the pounding of guards trying to open it.
Mackenzie and Bingo ran toward the drone, which was now hovering at rooftop level. Just as they climbed aboard, the door gave way and the guards burst onto the roof.
"Bye, boys!" shouted Bingo, pressing another button on his controller. "It'll be for next time!" She mocked them.
The drone quickly took to the air, leaving behind the guards who were shooting futilely into the sky. In a matter of seconds, they were flying over the city, the night lights shining below them like a sea of stars.
Mackenzie and Bingo raced toward the drone, which was now hovering at rooftop level. Just as they climbed aboard, the door gave way and the guards burst onto the roof.
"We did it," he said, feeling a surge of adrenaline and something else...something he didn't want to name yet.
Bingo looked up at him, his eyes shining with excitement and something deeper. "Yes, we did it. Together."
As they flew to the safety of their secret base, Mackenzie couldn't help but think about how close they had come to failing...and losing each other. Maybe, he thought, it was time to have that conversation they had been putting off for so long.
Dawn was peeking over the horizon as Mackenzie and Bingo landed on a secret runway on the outskirts of the city. The drone, designed to self-destruct after a single use, quietly disintegrated behind them as they walked toward a camouflaged hangar.
"Home sweet home," Bingo muttered as he entered a code into a hidden panel. A door opened, revealing an elevator.
They descended in silence, each one lost in their own thoughts. The adrenaline of the mission was beginning to pump, giving way to a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing the heart of their operation, filled with screens and communication equipment. In the center of the room, a tall, elegant figure awaited them.
"Welcome back, agents," the female said, her voice soft but charged with authority. It was Vivian, the head of their unit and one of the few people who knew the true nature of their work.
"Mission accomplished, Boss," Mackenzie replied, pulling the hard drive out of Bingo's backpack and handing it to Director Honey.
The director took the device carefully, a slight smirk on her lips. "Excellent work, as always. Now, I need you both to prepare for the next phase of the operation."
Bingo, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, took a step forward. "Next phase? I thought this would be enough to dismantle the entire organization."
Honey shook her head. "I'm afraid it's not that simple, Bingo. The information on this disk is crucial, yes, but we still need to infiltrate the very heart of the organization to make sure it goes down completely."
Mackenzie felt a knot in her stomach. He knew what was coming next.
"Mackenzie," Honey continued, "we need you to infiltrate The Blackstone Foundation's annual gala tomorrow night. We know that the leader of the criminal organization, known only as 'The Canadian' will be there."
"Understood," Mackenzie replied, her mind already working out the details of the mission. "What is my new identity?"
"You will be Jhon Espinal, a rich business wealthy heir with connections in the art world," Honey explained, handing him a file. "Your goal is to get close to the Canadian and plant a tracking device on him."
Bingo, who had been listening with growing concern, stepped in. "What about me, what's my role in this?"
Honey looked at her with an expression that mixed understanding and firmness. "You, Bingo, will provide technical support from here. We need you to hack the security systems at the gala and maintain a constant line of communication with Mackenzie."
Bingo frowned, clearly unhappy with the assignment. "But we're a team. We always work together in the field. Or at least let Bluey go with him."
"This time it's different," Honey replied in a tone that brooked no argument. "The Canadian is extremely cautious. One false step and the whole operation will fall apart. We need Mackenzie to operate alone on this one. We can't risk you guys."
Mackenzie watched Bingo, noticing the tension in his jaw and the fear in his eyes. He knew she was fighting the urge to protest any further. "I'll be fine, Bingo," he said softly. "You know I can handle it."
Bingo looked at him, for a moment, Mackenzie saw something in her eyes that made his heart flutter. But just as quickly as it appeared, it faded, replaced by his usual mischievous grin. "Of course you can, Mac. Just...be careful, okay?"
Honey nodded, satisfied. "Okay, then it's settled, Mackenzie, you've got 24 hours to get ready. Bingo, I want you to start working on the security systems right away. We need to have everything ready by tomorrow night. We will also have Bluey ready if you need support Mackenzie.
With that, Honey withdrew, leaving Mackenzie and Bingo alone in the control room. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence fraught with unspoken tension.
Finally, Bingo broke the silence. "Well, I guess I'd better get to work on those security systems," she said, heading toward her workstation.
Mackenzie watched her for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt. He knew how much Bingo hated to be left behind, especially when he was in danger. "Bingo," she called softly.
She paused, turning to look at him. "'Yeah, Mac?"
"Thanks," he said simply. "I couldn't do this without you."
A genuine smile lit up Bingo's face.
"I know," she replied with her classic smile. "Now go get ready. You have a ball to attend."
Mackenzie nodded and headed toward her room. He had a lot to do before the ball, but his mind kept going back to Bingo and the look in his eyes when Honey announced the mission.
The next 24 hours passed in a whirlwind of preparations. Mackenzie immersed herself in his character of Jhon Espinal, memorizing every detail of his backstory. He practiced his accent, refined his high society manners and familiarized himself with the art world that was supposed to be his passion.
Meanwhile, Bingo worked tirelessly on the security systems at the ball. Hacking the cameras, alarm systems and communications was a challenge, even for someone of his caliber, but he was determined not to fail. Mackenzie's life depended on it.
Bluey was briefed on the mission and she was prepared with an assault team on the slab of nearby buildings in case the situation required support.
Finally, the night of the gala arrived. Mackenzie was in a room at the luxury hotel, putting the finishing touches on her costume. He looked at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing himself. Her normally black and white fur was now 100% covered in white.
"How do I look?" He asked, knowing that Bingo was watching through the hidden camera in his earring.
Bingo's voice rang in her ear, through the tiny earpiece. "Like a capricious millionaire ready to conquer the art world," she responded, but there was something in her tone that made Mackenzie smile. "The car's waiting downstairs. Ready for the show?"
Mackenzie took a deep breath. "As ready as I can be. How are the security systems going?"
"Piece of cake," Bingo replied with confidence. "I have access to all the cameras and systems at the event. You'll be my eyes and ears in there, but I'll be your electronic guardian angel who will save your ass if you're in danger."
"My guardian angel with reddish fur and a chocolate addiction," Mackenzie joked, feeling the tension dissipate a bit.
"Hey, chocolate is our favorite thing since we were kids," Bingo protested, and Mackenzie could almost see his mischievous grin. "Now go over there and dazzle them, Cinderella. But remember, unlike the story, if you lose a shoe, it probably means someone's trying to kill you. So take care of yourself sweetheart."
Bingo covered his mouth as he said that. Shame covered her face.
Mackenzie laughed softly. "Understood. Keep me informed of any changes."
"Always," Bingo replied, her voice turning serious for a moment. "Be careful, Mac."
The limo ride to Blackstone mansion, where the ball was being held, was quick but tense. Mackenzie mentally reviewed his cover one last time, aware that a single mistake could cost him his life.
As the limousine pulled up in front of the mansion, Mackenzie took one last deep breath before the chauffeur opened his door. He stepped gracefully out of the vehicle, immediately adopting Jhon Espinal's posture and attitude.
Blackstone Manor was an impressive neoclassical building, its marble columns and sweeping staircases illuminated by hundreds of lights. A red carpet led guests to the entrance, flanked by tuxedo-clad security guards.
Mackenzie advanced confidently, handing his invitation to the guard at the door. After a brief scan, the man nodded and handed the card back to her.
"Welcome, Mr. Jhon. Have a nice evening."
"Thank you," Mackenzie replied in a perfectly modulated American accent.
Entering the grand ballroom, Mackenzie found himself immersed in a sea of designer gowns, dazzling jewelry and formal conversation. The cream of society mingled with known criminals, all united by their love of art...and money.
Bingo watched from the cameras and began to admire each dress. She began to imagine what a wedding of her own to the man she loved would be like, wearing one of those dresses. Though that dream was deterred when she stepped back into reality.
"Target at 3 on the dot," Bingo murmured in her ear. "The tall man with the purple fur and the ivory staff. That's the Canadian."
Mackenzie turned casually, pretending to admire a nearby sculpture as she studied the man Bingo had pointed out The Canadian was tall and thin with an angular face and piercing eyes that seemed to assess everything around him. Despite his cane, he moved with a feline grace that suggested the cane was more of a tool than a necessity.
"I see it," Mackenzie whispered, taking a glass of Champagne from a passing waiter.
"I'm going to get closer."
"Be careful," Bingo warned. "He's surrounded by bodyguards. I can see at least three from here."
Mackenzie began moving around the room, occasionally greeting other guests and making small talk. Gradually, he approached the Canadian, always maintaining a casual, disinterested appearance.
Mackenzie began to move about the room, occasionally greeting other guests and making small talk. Gradually, he approached the Canadian, always maintaining a casual and disinterested appearance.
Finally, he got close enough to overhear the Canadian's conversation. He was discussing a newly acquired painting with a group of admirers.
"...And that's when I realized it wasn't just a Rembrandt," the Canadian was saying, his voice soft but laden with authority. "It was, in fact, a lost masterpiece thought lost during the war."
Mackenzie saw his opportunity. Pretending to stumble slightly, he let his champagne glass spill over the Canadian's arm.
"Oh, my goodness," he exclaimed with mock mortification. "I'm so, so sorry. How clumsy I am."
The Canadian turned to him, his eyes quickly appraising him. For a moment, Mackenzie feared he had made a fatal mistake.
"Don't worry," he said softly. "Accidents happen. Though I must say, if this is your method of getting my attention, it's certainly original."
Mackenzie laughed softly. "I'm afraid you've found me out, sir...?"
"Just call me Jean-Luc," he replied, "And you are?
"Jhon Espinal," Mackenzie replied, allowing a flirtatious smile to play on his lips. "And I must confess, your reputation in the art world precedes me. I was desperate for a chance to speak with you."
Jean-Luc's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh? And what would you like to discuss, Mr. John?"
"Well," Mackenzie began, leaning slightly toward him, "I've heard fascinating rumors about your private collection. They say you have pieces that the world thought were lost forever."
Jean-Luc smiled, clearly pleased by her interest. "Rumors sometimes have some truth to them. But such treasures are not for the eyes of the general public."
"Oh, of course not," Mackenzie agreed quickly. "But perhaps... for the eyes of someone who could truly appreciate them?"
The Canadian studied him for a moment, his gaze intense and calculating. Finally, he nodded slightly. "Perhaps we could continue this conversation somewhere more... private."
"I'd love to," Mackenzie replied with a smile.
As the Canadian guided him toward a side door, Mackenzie heard Bingo's strained voice in his ear. "Be careful, Mac. This could be a trap."
Mackenzie couldn't respond without arousing suspicion, but he pressed the earring lightly in his ear, the agreed signal to indicate that he had heard and understood.
Jean-Luc led him through an ornate hallway until he reached a solid oak door. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, revealing a library filled with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.
"Welcome to my sanctuary, Mr. Espinal," the Baron said, closing the door behind them.
Mackenzie looked around in genuine admiration. The room was filled with works of art, from ancient paintings to modern sculptures. In the center of the room, on a marble pedestal, rested a small object covered by a velvet cloth.
"That's impressive," Mackenzie murmured, approaching one of the paintings. "Is that an original Vermeer?"
Jean-Luc smiled, pleased with his knowledge. "Indeed, it is. One of the few that survived the war.
Mackenzie turned to him, her expression a mixture of admiration and curiosity. "That's fascinating. But tell me, Jean-Luc, what treasure do you keep under that veil?"
Jean-Luc smiled enigmatically at Mackenzie's question. He approached the pedestal and, with a theatrical gesture, removed the velvet cloth. Underneath was a small golden statuette, apparently antique.
"This, my dear Jhon, is the true Holy Grail of the art world," Jean-Luc said proudly.
Mackenzie leaned over to admire the statuette more closely, genuinely impressed. "It's amazing, is it...?"
Suddenly Jean-Luc's expression changed, becoming cold and calculating. "It is a fake, of course. As are you, Mr. 'Espinal'. Or should I say... Mr. Spy?"
Mackenzie's heart stopped for an instant. His cover had been blown.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Mackenzie tried, but he knew it was useless.
Jean-Luc pulled a gun from his cane, pointing it directly at Mackenzie. "Oh, I think you do know. The question is, what am I going to do with you now?"
"Mac, get out of there now!" shouted Bingo in his ear, his voice charged with panic.
"Without a second thought, Mackenzie launched himself to the side, knocking over a bookcase full of books onto Jean-Luc. Taking advantage of the confusion, he ran to the window and threw himself through it, shattering the glass and falling into the mansion's garden.
The alarm immediately began to sound, and Mackenzie could hear the screams and chaos breaking out inside the mansion.
"Bluey, initiate the rescue plan!" ordered Bingo over the communicator. "Mackenzie has been discovered!"
As Mackenzie ran through the garden, dodging gunfire from the guards who were beginning to leave the mansion, Bluey and his assault team sprang into action. From nearby buildings, they began firing flares and tear gas, creating chaos and confusion.
"Mac, head east," Bingo instructed, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he hacked into the mansion's security systems. "There is an exit through the side wall. I'm opening the door for you now."
Mackenzie zigzagged through the decorative bushes, his heart pounding. He could hear the screams and chaos behind him, but he didn't dare look back.
"Watch your right!" warned Bingo.
Mackenzie ducked just in time to avoid a blow from a guard who had appeared out of nowhere. With one swift move, Mackenzie neutralized him and kept running.
Meanwhile, in the midst of the chaos, Jean-Luc, the Canadian, took advantage of the confusion to make his own escape. Bingo saw him through the security cameras.
"Damn! The Canadian is escaping through the basement," Bingo reported. "Bluey, can you intercept him?"
"Negative," Bluey replied, his voice strained from exertion. "We're holding off the guards so Mac can escape. We can't split our forces."
Mackenzie finally reached the door Bingo had unlocked. Breathlessly, he slipped through it and found himself on a side street, where a car was waiting for him with its engine running.
"Get in!" Bluey shouted from the driver's seat.
Mackenzie darted inside the vehicle, which started up with a screech of tires as soon as he closed the door.
"Are you okay?" Bluey asked, her eyes alternating between the road and Mackenzie.
"Yeah," Mackenzie gasped, taking off her headset. "But the mission...we failed. The Canadian found me out."
"The important thing is that you're safe," Bingo said through the car's communication system. His voice trembled slightly, revealing the fear he had been holding back. "We'll find another way to get him."
As they drove away from Blackstone Manor, Mackenzie couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and relief. They had failed at their primary objective, but they had survived to fight another day.
"Bingo," Mackenzie said softly, "thanks for getting me out of there."
"Always, Mac," she replied, and Mackenzie could imagine his smile on the other end of the line. "I'll always be here for you."
The car was lost in the night, leaving the chaos of Blackstone mansion behind. Bluey drove skillfully through the city streets, making sure they weren't followed.
"How did he discover us?" Mackenzie asked, more to himself than to the others.
"I don't know," Bingo replied, his voice still tense. "But I'm going to find out. No one puts my... our team and gets away with it."
There was a moment of silence in the car, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Bluey broke the silence.
"What do we do now?" he asked. "The Canadian knows we're coming for him. He's probably dismantling his whole operation right now."
Mackenzie frowned, his mind working at full speed. "Not all is lost. We may not have managed to catch him, but we know more about him now. And he made a mistake in letting me see that statuette."
"The faked one?" Bingo asked, confused.
"Exactly," Mackenzie replied, with a spark of hope in her eyes. "The Canadian is an art expert. He wouldn't have such an obvious forgery in his private collection. Which means..."
"That the statuette is real," Bluey finished in understanding. "And probably very valuable."
"More than valuable," Mackenzie corrected. "If I'm not wrong, that statuette is the Pazuzu idol, a Mesopotamian relic thought to have been lost for centuries. It's worth a fortune on the black market."
"And I bet the Canadian will try to sell it now that he knows we're on to him," Bingo added, the sound of his fingers typing furiously in the background.
"Exactly," Mackenzie said. "Bingo, I need you to track down every underground auction and black market contact we know about. The Canadian will try to get rid of that statuette as soon as possible.
"I'm on it," Bingo replied. "I'm also tracking all private flights out of the country in the next 24 hours. If he tries to flee, we'll know."
Bluey nodded, turning the wheel to take an exit onto the highway. "Where are we going now?"
"Back to base," Mackenzie said. "We need to regroup and plan our next move. We may have lost this battle, but the war against the Canadian is just beginning."
As the car headed for the outskirts of the city, Mackenzie couldn't help but think about how close he had come to failing completely. If it hadn't been for Bingo and Bluey...
"Girls," he said softly, "thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Bluey flashed him a quick smile through the rearview mirror. "That's what we're for, Mac. We're a team."
"More than a team," Bingo added, her voice soft but full of emotion. "We're a family."
Mackenzie felt a surge of affection for his teammates. They had been through so much together, from that terrible day in the park so many years ago until now. Despite the dangers and failures, they had always stuck together.
"You're right, Bingo," Mackenzie said. "We are a family. And together, we're going to stop the Canadian and his entire criminal organization. No matter how long it takes us."
At that point Mackenzie walked away while the Heeler sisters were left alone. At that point Bluey started the conversation. "Bingo, I talked to Lila so we can go to her house today and you can have some fun."
Bingo was surprised by her sister's sudden suggestion. After the intense mission and the adrenaline rush of the chase, the idea of relaxing with friends sounded tempting, but also a little out of place.
"Today? After everything that's happened?" Bingo asked, arching an eyebrow.
Bluey nodded, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Yes, especially after everything that's happened. You need to unplug for a bit, sis. You can't be attached to the computer 24/7, especially when things get intense."
Bingo sighed, knowing her sister was right. "I guess you're right, who else is going?"
"Just the three of us," Bluey replied. "A small meeting of girls to relax, fellowship, and chat."
A few minutes later, Bingo was in Lila's cozy living room, surrounded by her best friends. The smell of freshly popped popcorn filled the air, and a romantic movie played softly on the TV, more like background noise than actual entertainment.
"So," Lila began, a sly smile on her face, "How are things going with Mackenzie, Bingo?"
Bingo nearly choked on his drink. "What, what do you mean?"
Bluey laughed softly. "Oh come on, Bingo. We've seen the way you look at him. And the way you worry about him during missions..."
"He's my teammate, and friend!" protested Bingo, feeling his cheeks grow hot. "Of course I worry about him. I worry about all of you."
"Yes, but with Mackenzie it's different," Lila insisted. "There's a spark there, I can see it."
Bingo shook his head, trying to keep his composure. " You're just imagining things. Mackenzie and I are just friends and co-workers. Nothing more."
"Really?" Bluey asked, her tone soft but inquisitive. "Because the way you reacted when he was in danger today..."
"Anybody would have reacted like that," Bingo argued. "It's a life or death situation. Besides, what about you and Rusty, huh? How are things going between you two?"
Bluey froze in silence as she realized that Bingo knew about their secret relationship. "How do you know!"
"You forgot I'm a hacker. I know everything." Replied Bingo " What kisses you guys give each other."
Bluey blushed slightly at the mention of Rusty, her boyfriend of a few months now. "Well, things are going well. But don't change the subject on me, Bingo."
"I'm not changing the subject," Bingo insisted. "I'm just saying that we all have our own lives and relationships. Like Lila and Lucky, for example. How are you two doing?"
Lila smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, Lucky is wonderful. We're thinking of moving together soon. But don't think I don't realize what you're doing, Bingo Heeler."
Bingo sighed, sinking into the couch. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only to those who know you well," Bluey said softly, placing a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder. "Bingo, there's nothing wrong with having feelings for someone."
"I know," Bingo murmured. "It's just...it's complicated. We've been co-workers, friends for years."
"Or it could be the best thing that ever happened to you," Lila suggested. "Sometimes it's worth the risk."
Bingo was silent for a moment, considering her friends' words. " Maybe you are right. But for now, I prefer to keep things as they are. We have an important mission to complete, and I can't let my personal feelings interfere with that."
Bluey nodded, sympathetic. "We understand , Bingo. We just want you to be happy."
"I know, and I appreciate it," Bingo said with a small smile. "Now, how about we talk about something more cheerful? Like, for example, when is Lila and Lucky's wedding?"
Lila laughed, throwing a cushion at Bingo. "Hey, now you're the one changing the subject!"
The three friends laughed, the previous tension dissipating. They spent the rest of the evening sharing stories, laughing and enjoying each other's company. For a few hours, Bingo was able to forget the dangers of his job and the complications of his feelings for Mackenzie.
Meanwhile, in another part of town.
Mackenzie was in his apartment, checking the case files. His mind kept going back to the events of the night, the danger they had faced and how Bingo had gotten him out of it. He felt a surge of gratitude and something else, something he couldn't bring himself to name.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Mackenzie focused on the task at hand. They had to find the Canadian and retrieve Pazuzu's idol. There was no time for emotional distractions.
But as he worked, he couldn't keep his thoughts from returning to Bingo again and again. His smile, his determination, the way his eyes sparkled when he solved a particularly difficult problem...
Mackenzie sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. Tomorrow would be another day, another chance to catch the Canadian.
The Canadian would not stop on his own, it was up to them to put an end to his criminal activities. With renewed determination, Mackenzie plunged back into the job, determined to let nothing, not even his confused feelings for Bingo, stand in the way of justice.
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. Bingo worked tirelessly, tracking every suspicious move on the art black market. Mackenzie and Bluey immersed themselves in tactical planning, anticipating every possible scenario. The entire team was on high alert, knowing this might be their only chance to catch the Canadian.
Finally, after nearly a week of constant surveillance, Bingo found the lead they were looking for.
"Got it!" She exclaimed, interrupting in the strategy room where Mackenzie and Bluey were discussing contingency plans. "Pazuzu's idol is scheduled to be auctioned off in 48 hours. In an abandoned warehouse in the harbor."
Mackenzie leaned over the screen, studying the information Bingo had uncovered. "Good work, Bingo, are we sure the Canadian will be there?"
Bingo nodded. "As sure as we can be. The auction is organized by one of the known associates, security is extreme. He wouldn't trust the sale of such a valuable artifact to anyone else."
"Then it's our chance," Bluey said, her expression serious. "We'll need the entire team in the field for this operation."
Mackenzie frowned. "The whole team? Bingo you usually stay on base as tech support."
Bingo shook her head, determination shining in her eyes. "Not this time, Mac. The security systems in place are too complex to hack into remotely. I need to be there in person."
There was a tense moment as Mackenzie considered the situation. Finally, he nodded. "All right. But you'll stay in the background with the support team. I don't want you putting yourself in unnecessary danger."
"I can take care of myself, Mac," Bingo replied with a confident smile. "Besides, someone has to watch your back."
The next 48 hours were a hustle and bustle of preparations. Every available agent was called in, plans were checked and rechecked, and every possible scenario was rehearsed. The tension was palpable in the air, everyone aware of how much was at risk.
The night of the operation came faster than anyone would have liked. The team quietly deployed around the abandoned warehouse, each agent in his designated position. Mackenzie led the main assault team, with Bluey in charge of a second team that would cover the exits. Bingo, true to her word, was holding the rear with the technical team, ready to hack into the security systems as soon as necessary.
"All hands in position," Mackenzie whispered over the comm. "Awaiting visual confirmation of target."
Minutes passed slowly, the tension building with each second. Finally, an excited whisper came over the communicator.
"Target sighted," reported one of the lookouts. "The Canadian has just arrived. I repeat, Jean-Luc is in the building."
"Roger that," Mackenzie replied. "Bingo, how are we doing on the security systems?"
"Almost got them," she replied, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "Give me thirty more seconds."
Those thirty seconds seemed like an eternity. Finally, Bingo gave the signal. "Ready! Security systems neutralized. You may proceed."
"Alpha team, go ahead," Mackenzie ordered. "Beta team, cover the exits. Let's get that Son of a Bitch."
Chaos erupted in a matter of seconds. Agents interrupted into the warehouse from multiple entry points, taking the criminals gathered for the auction by surprise. Gunfire and screams filled the air as the two sides clashed."
Mackenzie moved like lightning, weaving his way through the panicked crowd, his eyes fixed on his target. He spotted the Canadian trying to escape through a side door and followed without hesitation.
"Target is heading towards the east exit!" he shouted over the comm. "Bluey intercept!"
"I'm on it!" Bluey replied.
Bingo was listening to all this from his position, his heart pounding. Despite orders to stay back, she couldn't help but move towards the building. Something inside her said she would be needed there.
Inside the warehouse, Mackenzie finally caught up with the Canadian in a side passageway. Jean-Luc turned, his staff-gun pointed directly at Mackenzie's chest.
"It's over, Jean-Luc," Mackenzie said, his own gun pointed at the criminal. "You have nowhere to go."
Jean-Luc smiled, a cold, calculating expression. "Oh my dear agent. There is always a way out for those smart enough to find it."
With a swift movement, Jean-Luc fired, not at Mackenzie, but at a pipe over his head. Hot steam exploded into the hallway, creating a curtain of fog that momentarily blinded Mackenzie.
When visibility cleared, Jean-Luc had disappeared. Mackenzie cursed under his breath and launched in pursuit.
"Target is escaping through the roof!" he reported. "I need backup!"
Bingo who had made it into the building, heard Mackenzie's call. Without a second thought, she headed for the stairs leading to the roof.
On the roof of the warehouse, Mackenzie finally caught up with Jean-Luc. The criminal was trapped, the edge of the building only a few feet behind him.
"Now it's really over, Jean-Luc," Mackenzie said, approaching cautiously. "Turn yourself in and we'll make this as easy as possible."
Jean-Luc laughed, a cold, humorless sound. "Do you really think it ends here? I'm just a piece of the puzzle, agent. Even if you catch me others will take my place."
"Then we'll get them too," Mackenzie replied. "One by one if we have to."
Jean-Luc shook his head, a cruel smile on his lips. "So ingenuous. So... predictable."
With a quick movement, Jean-Luc pulled a small remote control out of his pocket. "Did you know this warehouse is full of explosives? One click of this button and the whole place will blow up, taking all your precious agents with me to hell."
Mackenzie felt her blood run cold. There was no way of knowing if Jean-Luc was messing around or if he really had the power to blow up the building. He couldn't risk it.
"Put the gun down," Jean-Luc ordered, "Or we all die here."
Mackenzie hesitated, her mind working frantically to find a solution. It was at that critical moment that the door burst open.
Bingo appeared, panting from running. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the scene in front of her.
"Bingo, get out of here!" Mackenzie shouted, panic evident in her voice. "He's got explosives!"
Jean-Luc grinned, seeing his opportunity. With a quick movement, he pointed his gun at Bingo.
It all happened in a matter of seconds. Mackenzie saw Jean-Luc's intent. The shot echoed in the night air. Bingo, seeing Mackenzie in danger, reacted on pure instinct. In one fluid motion she swung out her own gun and fired. The shot was accurate, striking Jean-Luc in the chest.
The criminal fell backward, surprise and pain mingling on his face. The remote slipped from his fingers, tumbling over the edge of the building.
"No...," Jean-Luc whispered, before collapsing, unmoving.
For a moment, all was silent. Then, Mackenzie heard a groan of pain and her heart stopped.
"Bingo!" he yelled, running to his fallen companion.
Bingo lay on the ground, a dark stain spreading across her side. Jean-Luc's shot had hit her.
"Oh God, oh God," Mackenzie murmured, his hands shaking as he pressed on the wound. "Bingo, stay with me, do you hear me? Stay with me!"
Bingo opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused. "Mac... Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, silly," Mackenzie sobbed. "I'm the one who should be asking you that - why did you do something so stupid?"
Bingo tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace of pain. "I couldn't...I couldn't let him hurt you."
Mackenzie activated her communicator, his voice shaking. "Officer down on the roof injured! We need medical assistance immediately!"
"They're on their way," Bluey's voice replied. "Hang on."
Mackenzie turned her attention back to Bingo, whose breathing was becoming increasingly shallow. "Bingo, please stay with me. You can't leave me, do you hear me, not after all we've been through."
Bingo blinked slowly, struggling to keep her eyes open. "Mackenzie...there's something I need to tell you..."
"No, no, no, no," Mackenzie interrupted, tears running down her cheeks. "Don't you dare give me a goodbye speech. You're going to be fine, do you hear me? You're going to be fine and then we can talk about anything you want."
Bingo managed to raise a trembling hand, brushing Mackenzie's cheek. "Always so stubborn," she murmured with a weak smile. "It's one of the things I love most about you."
Mackenzie's heart flipped. "What...what did you say?"
"I love you, Mackenzie," Bingo whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry it took me so long to say it."
Mackenzie sobbed, leaning down to press her forehead against Bingo's. "I love you too, silly. So don't you dare leave me now, you hear?"
At that moment, the rooftop door burst open and the medical team burst onto the scene. Mackenzie was gently pushed aside as the paramedics frantically worked on Bingo.
The next few hours were an eternity for Mackenzie. The ambulance ride, the endless wait at the hospital, the worried looks and cries from Bluey and the rest of the team. It all seemed unreal, as if he was trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a doctor came out to talk to them.
"Agent Bingo is stable," he announced, eliciting a collective sigh of relief. "The bullet grazed her liver, but we were able to control the bleeding. With rest and rehabilitation, she should make a full recovery."
Mackenzie felt his knees go weak with relief. Bluey held him, hugging him tightly.
"Can we see her?" Mackenzie asked, his voice hoarse from crying and exhaustion.
The doctor nodded. "She's sedated, but you can go in for a few minutes."
Mackenzie entered the hospital room alone. Bingo lay on the bed, pale but breathing steadily. The machines around her were beeping rhythmically, a constant reminder that she was alive.
Carefully, Mackenzie sat down in the chair next to the bed, taking Bingo's hand in hers.
"Hey, Bingo," he whispered. "I don't know if you can hear me, but...you made it. You're safe. And when you wake up, we've got a lot to talk about."
Mackenzie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Bingo's forehead. "I love you," he murmured. "And I'll be here when you wake up."
The next few days were a mix of anxious waiting and frantic activity. While Bingo slowly recovered, the rest of the team worked tirelessly to dismantle what was left of Jean-Luc's criminal organization. The information obtained in the raid proved invaluable, leading to the capture of several key associates.
Mackienze divided his time between the hospital and helping with the investigation. Every spare moment was spent at Bingo's bedside, talking to him about developments in the case, reading him her favorite novels or simply holding her hand in silence.
It was during one of these vigils that Bingo finally awoke. Mackenzie was half asleep in the chair when he felt a light squeeze on his hand.
"Mac?" Bingo's voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.
Mackenzie startled, her eyes snapping open. "Bingo! Oh thank God. How are you feeling?"
Bingo blinked slowly, trying to focus his gaze. "Like I got hit by a truck," she muttered. "What happened?"
"You got shot, silly," Mackenzie said, tears threatening to fall again. "I almost lost you."
Bingo closed his eyes, the memories slowly returning. "Jean-Luc... Did we catch him?"
Mackenzie nodded, gently squeezing Bingo's hand. "He's dead. You...you shot him when he injured you."
Bingo's eyes widened in surprise. "Mackenzie...I'm sorry. I know you had never..."
"No," Mackenzie interrupted, shaking her head. "Don't apologize. You did what you had to do to protect me. Don't be sorry for killing a criminal."
There was a moment of silence between them, the weight of everything that had happened settling on both of them.
"Mackenzie," Bingo finally said, her voice soft but firm. "About what I said on the rooftop..."
Mackenzie's heart raced, "You remember?"
Bingo nodded slowly. "Every word. And I meant it. I love you, Mac. I've been in love with you for years, but I was afraid of ruining our friendship, our team..."
Mackenzie couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Bingo's in a soft but emotion-filled kiss. When they broke apart, both had tears in their eyes.
"I love you too, Bingo," Mackenzie whispered. "And I promise that if you ever do anything as stupid as taking a bullet for me again, I'll kill you myself."
Bingo laughed, though the movement caused her to wince. "Noted. Can't promise I wouldn't do it again, though. I'd do anything to keep you safe."
Mackenzie shook his head, a mixture of exasperation and affection on his face. "We're a team, remember? We're supposed to look out for each other. So next time, trust that I can take care of myself."
"I'll try," Bingo promised. "It won't be easy, though. You're too important to me."
Mackenzie smiled, leaning in to kiss Bingo again. "You're important to me, too. That's why I need you to get well soon. We have a lot of time to make up."
At that moment, the door to the room opened and Bluey walked in, stopping dead in her tracks as she took in the scene in front of her. A knowing smile spread across her face.
"Well, well," she said, crossing her arms. "Looks like I missed something important."
Bingo and Mackenzie looked at each other, laughing softly. "I think we have some news to share," Mackenzie said.
Bluey walked over to the bed, hugging Bingo. "I'm glad you're awake. You gave us quite a scare."
"I'm sorry," Bingo murmured. "I didn't mean to worry you."
"The important thing is that you're okay," Bluey said. Then, with a mischievous grin, she added, "And it looks like you two finally solved your problems."
Bingo blushed slightly. "Well, almost losing someone tends to put things in perspective."
"It's about time," Bluey said, laughing. "The whole team's been taking bets on when you two would finally admit your feelings."
"What?" exclaimed Bingo and Mackenzie in unison.
Bluey nodded, amused. "Oh, yeah. I think Lila just won a nice amount of money."
The three laughed, the mood in the room lightening considerably. Despite the pain and exhaustion, Mackenzie, was feeling happier than he had been in a long time.
"So," Bluey said after a moment, "What's next for you two?"
Bingo and Mackenzie exchanged a look loaded with affection and silent promises.
"For now," Mackenzie said, we'll concentrate on Bingo making a full recovery. After that... well, I guess what couples do.
Bingo nodded, squeezing Mackenzie's hand. "Whatever comes, we'll face it together. Just like we always have. Until death separates us."
Bluey smiled, happy to see her younger sister and her best friend finally together. "Well, then I guess we'll have to update the team records. Agents Bingo and Mackenzie: partners in the field and in life."
The three giggled again, the sound filling the hospital room with warmth and hope. Despite the dangers they had faced and those that were sure to come in the future, at that moment, anything seemed possible.
As Bluey began to update them on the developments in the case, Bingo and Mackenzie kept their hands clasped, a constant reminder of what they had gained and what they were willing to protect. The road ahead would not be easy, but they were ready to face it, together.
The next few weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Bingo worked through intense rehabilitation, determined to get back in the field as soon as possible. Mackenzie divided his time between helping with the ongoing research and caring for Bingo, making sure he didn't overexert himself in his quest to recover.
The team worked tirelessly to dismantle what was left of Jean-Luc's criminal network. Each day brought new discoveries and arrests, but also new challenges. The organization was larger and more entrenched than they had initially imagined.
One afternoon, as Mackenzie was helping Bingo with his physical therapy exercises in the hospital gym, Bluey interrupted in the room, his face filled with a mixture of excitement and concern.
Guys, we have a problem," she announced without preamble. "We just found out that Jean-Luc had an associate we didn't know about. Someone who might be even more dangerous than he was."
Bingo straightened up, ignoring the pain in his side. "What do we know about this new player?"
Bluey shook her head. "Not much, he calls himself The Architect. He seems to be the brains behind much of the organization's strategic planning. And now that Jean-Luc is gone, he's making moves to take full control."
Mackenzie smiled, his mind already working out the implications. "We need more information. Do we have any leads on his real identity or location?"
"Nothing concrete yet," Bluey replied. "But we're following up on some promising leads. The problem is, we need to act fast before he consolidates his power."
Bingo tried to stand up, only to be gently stopped by Mackenzie. "Bingo, no. You're not ready to get back on the field yet."
"But the team needs me," Bingo protested.
"The team needs you 100%," Mackenzie corrected firmly. "You won't help us if you get hurt more by rushing."
Bluey nodded, agreeing with Mackenzie. "He's right, Bingo. Besides, we can use your experience and expertise from here. We need to come up with a plan to deal with this new enemy."
Bingo sighed, recognizing the truth in her words. "All right. But I want to be involved in every aspect of the planning. And as soon as the doctors release me, I'll be back in the field."
"Deal," agreed Bluey. "Now, how about we get started on a strategy?"
The three of them dove into planning, discussing possible approaches and analyzing available information. As they worked, Bingo couldn't help but notice in the field as well as outside of it. Her relationship with Mackenzie only seemed to have strengthened their working dynamic.
As night fell and Bluey prepared to leave, Bingo and Mackenzie were left alone in the hospital room.
"How are you really feeling?" Mackenzie asked softly, sitting on the edge of Bingo's bed.
Bingo let out a little sigh, allowing herself to show a hint of the frustration she had been holding back. "To be honest, I feel a little useless. I hate being here while the team is out there, facing new dangers."
Mackenzie took her hand, interlacing their fingers. "You're not useless, Bingo. Your strategic mind is invaluable, even from here. Besides, you need to heal completely. I don't want to lose you again."
She gave Bingo's hand a little shake, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're going to be just fine, Bingo. I'm so proud of you for stepping up like this. I know you'll make me and the team proud when you're back in action."
Bingo smiled, bringing Mackenzie's hand to his lips to kiss it. "I know. It's just...it's hard to stay out of it."
"I understand," Mackenzie said. "But think of this as an amazing opportunity! When you get back to the field, you'll be stronger than ever. And I'll be there with you, watching your back!"
"You promise?" Bingo asked, her voice brimming with excitement.
"I promise," Mackenzie replied, leaning in to kiss her again. "I'll always be there for you. On the field and off."
After weeks of recuperation, Bingo was finally discharged from the hospital. She was overjoyed to be able to venture out and enjoy herself in her hometown. Bluey had been unable to accompany her due to an important assignment, so it was Mackenzie's turn to take care of her.
"I hope you are feeling well," said one of the nurses at the hospital to Bingo. "And I hope you're very happy with your boyfriend!"
Mackenzie and Bingo exchanged a knowing look. They knew their relationship would be challenging in this world of spies, but they were ready for it. They trusted each other more than any other couple. And it was a special day for both of them!
"Let's celebrate!" Bingo suggested, her eyes alight with excitement. "I know the perfect place for that date I promised you."
Mackenzie beamed. "That sounds absolutely perfect to me!"
As they walked out of the hospital holding hands, Mackenzie reflected on how much he had changed in such a short time. A few minutes passed and he was so caught up in the moment he didn't even realize where he was!
"Here we are!" the reddish Heeler said, leading him to the place.
"Bingo, this is a hotel!"
So the translation took so much time to come out because I had problems with the Spanish version. I put it in Grammly the fuck program changed the genders ( Mackenzie female and Bingo male ) and had not backed up the original text. So I had to correct everything manually.
I do it on english, but on spanish is unacceptable. And fixing a 10,000K One Shot isn't a fast thing. And translating something that is wrong on its original language it's not something I was going to do.