by Cazio » Tue Apr 27, 2010 8:20 am
(( Okeyy, so I'm a little confused at what's going on, even with the recap xD If they need backup juts have them radio Lucas? ))
Another day at base. They hadn't seen activity for a few days and it was starting to worry him. The longer they went without a fight, the bigger the fight it was going to be. He had men out there he needed to protect, to see that they lived another day out in the middle of this godforsaken desert. The mess hall was stuffy as usual and Trond was sprawled out on the cool tile underneath his chair. Lucas kept a watchful eye on the current diners, the last thing he wanted to do was get up and have to break up some petty argument about the recent battle or something like that.
"Ey, Trond." He whispered after scooping a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. A scrabbling came from underneath the chair and the fuzzy sable Belgian was soon Malinois sitting at attention in front of him, ears perked. Lucas smiled and held up a piece of turkey from his sub. Trond's eyes remained intent on his trainer. Thats a military dog for ya. He thought. they weren't the stupid civilian house pet that only worked when begged to do so. No, these dogs were built to kill and use their wits to outsmart their enemies. Their reflexes were lightning fast, the slightest whiff of C4 had Trond on teh ground in no time flat. Trond could be stopped in mid-bite and called off without reluctance. He was there to sniff out explosives and intimidate any threats, as well as protect the men on his side. All with a single command.
Lucas pointed to his backpack about 20 feet away.
"Retrieve." He commanded and Trond skittered along the tile, fastening her jaws around the handle and pulled the bag to his chair in a few seconds.
"Good." He ruffled his dogs ears and tossed him the turkey. Trond didn't go for it, just looked Lucas in the eyes. Another clue to a well trained dog; they don't take food until commanded to. He'd witnessed terrorists throwing steaks at MWDs and sometime sone would stop to take a sniff. Those dogs didn't make it home.
"Eat." Trond snatched up the turkey with a frenzy and then lay down again, keeping his eyes on Lucas.
"(The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything)"