Black Nights
A short, clean story about a canine commando. It may be the start of an epic series with serious character development. A fun read.
Black Nights
- This is a short story I wrote in between classes and as such is not polished out as well as I would have liked it to be. I do like the premise of it and I would like to see if anyone would be interested in a series and it might not stay clean for the who series as I develop the characters more. If you have any comments I love to hear them and if you want it to be a series please post that in the comments. Enjoy!!
His ears flattened against his head as the spray off the front of the boat wet his coat. The moon rose full for their attack and they were nearing shore, his hands gripped his gun more firmly and his muscles tensed as they grew close to the beach. As the boat hit shore he and his five companions, all in black, jumped out already in full sprint as they raced to the first cover.
Hiding in the cover of a crumbling concrete wall, John signed out the commands to his team for the next maneuver. Moving silently on highly trained paws he raced under the old hotels balcony as his canine nose scented for enemies. He scented two morphs around his target, both canines. Luckily he was nearly scentless thanks to his salt water-spritzing, if they smelled anything it would just smell like a salty breeze. Carefully climbing the stairs he motioned for his team to follow. The only cat on the team called shadow for her black fur took point on the left. Tank a huge Saint Bernard took up nearly the whole right side of the door as the other two canines, both black labs, who had been designated to beef up the teams numbers took back positions. John switched from his assault rifle carefully slipping it into a pouch on his back for a shotgun.
Giving his team a three finger signal he blasted the door open with a shot and a kick moving in. He immediately pointed the gun at the first guard a German shepherd who slowly raised his hands away from the pistol on his hip, as his team swiftly and silently moved in behind him filling the room. The other guard took a swing at shadow with his fists but was quickly laid out as she deftly spun out of the way of the kick and used the momentum to smash the butt of her gun into the side of his head.
"Where is he?" asked John in a threatening whisper.
"Through the middle door, down the hallway." Was the reply
Moving down the hallway as they had entered the last room they came to the door. The door was much too ornate for the crumbling building it resided in, the only evidence that the prize lying within was worth the bounty on his head. Unlike the last door John decided to try something different. Opening the door he walked in gun pointed in the general direction of the desk it opened to and the occupant behind it.
"Well Taylor," John said taking a seat, "you have been one tough fox to corner, but we finally have you. "
"Are my men alright then," questioned the fox as he steepled his fingers in front of him.
"They are fine, just as the file said you are quite the employer as far as men in your business go. Most arms dealers don't think twice about their men."
"Ah, but a good man does not have to be wasted I may help countries to wage wars, but that does not mean that a do not value life, but what is your life worth!?" The fox shouted as he pulled a gun at John.
Almost as soon as the gun had flashed from the secret compartment it clattered to the desk as shadow had shown why a cat was a wonderful asset to the team with her amazing reflexes. Taylor was handcuffed and led aboard the boat after the gunshot to his hand was bandaged. With the big prize caught the guards were released, because as Taylor said life was valuable and the men did not need to rot for the crimes of the fox. As the boat bounced back towards the small ship, John wondered where his next assignment would take him and what dangers and villains would await him there.