Russian It? Chapter 8
#17 of Road Rovers
chapter 8
I skipped into my room and put some clothes on. I was actually surprised that nobody saw me. I was pretty out in the open. But still, I'm kinda glad that nobody did see me. That would've been embarrassing!
I searched for some clothes and put them on. I took a look around my room and cleaned it a little bit more. One of my biggest pet peeves is a messy room. Well, actually, messes in general.
I walked out of my room and strolled down the hall. I took a glance along the walls and noticed some old pictures of Professor Shepherd and the transdogmafier. Why would he display pictures of himself along the walls of Home Base? Egotistical, enough? I expected some baby pictures of the Rovers or something; but nope, that was it.
I walked into the main headquarters and saw the Road Rovers chilling on the couch by the fire. I glanced at them for a short while and went to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I made myself a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich. It's bland, but it's one of my personal favorites.
I sat at the table and enjoyed my meal. As I ate, I started thinking about the Road Rovers' future. How long do they actually live? Do they live as long as dogs, or humans? It made me wonder. I hoped it was the latter.
As I was in deep thought, Hunter walked in.
"Hey, Jay, what's up?" he asked
"Nothing much; just thinking while eating a sandwich," I replied, bluntly and truthfully.
"Oh, I see." Hunter looked around the room mindlessly. "Well, I just wanted to tell you that Master wanted to say something to us that's extremely important. More important than any mission that he'll ever give any of us. He's hoping that you'd come join us as well."
That made my heart leap in my throat. Did he find out already? God, I hope not. I'm not ready for this! Not yet.
Hunter walked out of the room and I finished my sandwich, now with paranoia entering my thought process.
As I finished my sandwich, I heard a thud! coming from the hallway.
I poked my head out of the kitchen and looked around. Nothing. Weird. I turned around and heard the _thud!_sound again.
"Alright, whose there?" I shouted.
Nothing.
I'm losing my frickin' marbles! I better get outta here, and fast!
I ran to main headquarters and saw everyone was standing around Professor Shepherd.
"Rovers," he said, "this is something serious that I must talk to you about."
Oh, God, here we go. Bring on the expellation!
"The president of the United States has been impeached," Professor Shepherd murmured with a deep sorrow in his tone.
The president? Impeached? Why? Oh crap, Hunter!
I took a look at him to see his reaction. He didn't take it very well. Tears started to brim around his eyes. His lip quivered.
"Hunter. I'm sorry," Professor Shepherd apologized. "If there's anything that I can do-"
"I-I gotta go," Hunter interrupted. He quickly turned around and left the room with tears starting to stream down his face.
"What's going to happen to him?" I asked.
"He might have to stay here. There's no one else who would take him."
I left as well and went to Hunter's room. I peered inside. Hunter sat at the foot of his bed. He was looking at a picture. I presumed that it was a picture of Bill Clinton.
"Hunter? Are you okay, buddy?" I asked, concerned.
"No, Jay, I'm not. He was my friend, my owner no less!"
"I know."
"What could he have done that got him impeached? What? I need to know!"
I tried to soothe him. "It's okay-"
"It's not okay! I can't let this happen!" he shouted and stood up.
"Hunter, there's nothing you can do now. It's done. It's over. A new president will be elected. Everything's going to be alright. Just try to calm down. Please," I begged.
Hunter calmed himself and sat back down. "I'm just so upset. Now I have nowhere to go. Nobody will take me. Nobody."
"I'm sure somebody will," I encouraged.
"No, they won't Jay! I was going to be put down until Master chose me! I was going to be dead. Dead!"
"I see."
I looked down at the carpet. I had nothing else to say. What _could_I say?
"Now do you understand? Nobody wants me. I'm just a stray mutt. An old, flea-bitten, mangy mutt."
"Hunter, I may not know you too well, but what I do know is that you're any but a mangy mutt! You are the perfect example of a family pet. You're loyal, caring, sweet, everything that a family wants in a dog. Believe me, you'll find somebody." I grabbed hold of his right hand. "Trust me."
He looked at my hands, and then at me. "Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. Everyone likes you, Hunter. Everyone. You're a great leader and everybody knows that. Even Blitz. People would kill to be like you, mutt or not."
"Thanks, Jay," Hunter murmured. "That really helps. Really, it does."
"It's just part of my job. Now go on, go meet the others and enjoy yourself."
Hunter embraced me in a hug. A final tear landed on my cheek. "What would we do without you?"
I didn't feel like answering him.
He let go of me and left the room. I just smiled with satisfaction. This is what I liked about being a maid. I help our little family come together and enjoy themselves. I'm like a therapist. That's not a bad job, either.
I decided that I should join them as well and left the room, still thinking about what a wonderful job I did today.