When sudden, feirce threats spring up all throughout the 'Wavering Lands' (U.S.A) and many forces attempt to strike President Collie from her place in office, the need for Secret Service agents was greatly increased. When new agents Plaid and Cali get news that they are partners in the service, they nearly walked out on the job. But when the President is seriously injured while riding in the 'Dane', her protected transport vehicle, they set aside their differences and set out to be top agents and destroy these threats. Will they overcome the dozens of hidden groups, or fall with their nation?
The sky was bright blue one warm July morning, but it didn't seem so calm in the nation's capital, Sheperdton D.C. Dozens of police cars and ambulances cut off the downtown area. There'd been a shootout, and dozens of citizens had been wounded in the open fire. One of them, being President Collie. Paramedics rushed her to the hospital, saying she was in critical condition. This was something sudden to appear on the news as Plaid, a Secret Service agent, lay half asleep while flipping through channels on his bedroom T.V.
Plaid stops flipping as the teary-eyed news reporter, Violet, uttered with difficulty, opening an arm to the crisis at hand. "There was an open fire downtown Sheperdton D.C.at 7:10 AM, wounding dozens of citizens, ages ranging from 5 year olds, to 90 year olds. Excuse me, ma'am?" Violet rest a hand on a weeping sheepdog's shoulder. "Can you tell me what you saw?" Violet held the microphone for the sheepdog. "A man dressed in all black pulled out a machine gun like thing... and just... let it rip! He killed my son!!" The sheepdog wailed, hugging Violet. The newscast went back to the main office with Ted and Mariah.
Plaid sat up, now fully alert. He phone rang and he answered it. "Agent Plaid." He spoke, his voice cracking slightly, his throat constricted and dry. "Plaid, did you hear what happened?!" Cali's voice came from the other end of the line, worry and shock imminent in the female's voice. "Just watched that news reporter Violet talk about it. There been some faitalities." Plaid responded, pulling out a black tee shirt and his bullet proof vest from his drawers."Yeah, I know. And Chief called us all to the office. Got to go. See ya there, Plaid." Cali hung up quickly. Plaid shook his head, getting dressed. He wore a black tee shirt, black bulletproof vest, black jeans and a belt which held a holister for his black police pistol. He grabbed his wallet, phone, keys, and strode out the door.
About an hour later, Plaid strode into the office where all the agents where gathered. "What took you so long!?" Chief, an older rotwieler barked angrily. "I live across the city. And since downtown is cut off, 90% of the streets here are clogged with traffic." Plaid gazes over at Chief, taking his place beside Cali. "Don't get snappy with Chief, Plaid. You know how snappy he can get." Cali whispers to the cattle dog. "Yeah I know." Plaid whispers back. The meeting lasted about 30 minutes, and when Plaid and Cali made their way to the door, Chief stops them. "Cali, Plaid. I have a specific job set for you two." His voice serious. Cali and Plaid turn to face him. He hands them passports. "You two are going to the United Kingdom for some investigation. The guy we caught at the shoot has somewhat of an english accent." Cali looks at the passport. "When do we leave?" She looks back at Chief. "7 hours. You leave at 3:30 PM." Chief looks at a set of papers. "And you'll land 2 hours after taking off. You'll have 1 and a half weeks there in the United Kingdom."
Cali and Plaid look at each-other, then at Chief. "Alright." They nod. "Don't let me down. You aren't there for vacation. For work." Chief nods, then goes into a rough coughing fit. The two agents nod and wince at each broken cough the old dog emitted as they slipped out the door. "Could you help me pack?" Cali looks over at Plaid. Plaid nods gingerly. "Yeah." They stride out of the office. "I'll meet you are your place." Plaid waves from his car. Cali falls silent, giving him a nod and a wave from across the parking lot before she dissapeared inside her jet black truck. Something pulled at Plaid's heart when he saw her. He wasn't sure what feeling he felt for the black lab was. He looks at his passport, sighing. He looked like some normal guy, but when he saw her image on her passport, she looked like a well carried lady.
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Sly, a bullmastiff, sat at his desk, reading a newspaper. "Good.." He smirks devilishly, reading the part where it said President Collie was shot and was in critical condition. He looks up as a spaniel boy leans in the door. "Excuse me, sir?" Sly puts the paper down. "What'd ya want boy?" He frowns, his voice rough and dry. "My pick-axe is broken." The boy lifts the broken pick up. "Go talk to Tipy!" Sly barks. "I ain't gettin' you anything new! Have Tipy fix it." The spaniel boy bows, and runs out of the room, wimpering in fear. Sly settles in his wooded desk chair, coughing. He glances out the window at the enterance to the mines he owned. The spaniels where doing their jobs, not much could break the loyalty they held to him. "Good.. good." He picked up the newspaper and went back to reading.
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Cali strode out to her own black truck with a suitcase. Plaid carried his own suitcase and the 2 protected and sealed boxes that their pistols would be secured in during the flight to London. "Got everything?" The black lab asks, looking at the herding dog behind her. "Yeah!" He chuckles. "What makes you think I wouldn't have everything?" Cali smirks and holds up his holster with his pistol in it. "You left it at the office. I realized you didn't have it and I went to retrive it." Plaid takes the holster and secures it to his belt, his cheeks getting warm. "Thanks." He chuckles nervously. Cali takes his suitcase. "You'd forget your head if it weren't attached." She snorts, amused. Plaid nods. "Probably." He laughs, agreeing.
The two made their way to the hospital, in whom to visit one dog, Collie. Cali softly knocks on the door. A weak "Come in" is heard through the door. Cali opens the door a crack, seeing Collie alone in the room. "President Collie." Cali nods in respect. Plaid does the same, pulling up 2 chairs to Collie's bedside for the two of them. "What'd the medics say?" Cali sits beside Collie, grasping the paw of the weak female. "I should be fine.." Collie looks at Cali, her voice dry, constricted, and weak. She seemed to be just a frail fraction of the tall, proud standing purebred she was just hours ago. "Good to hear, Collie." Plaid smiles faintly. The two where close friends with the President, they didn't have that mutual bond all agents did to her. They had a more advanced friendship, since they'd all known each other since middle school.
The three talked for an hour or two before Cali turns the screen on on her phone. "Collie, it's 12:00.. And Plaid and I are leaving at 3:30 for the United Kingdom." She looks up at Collie, seeming reluctant to leave her while she was in this state. "Oh.. Alright.. I understand." Collie nods, looking at the two and smiling weakly. "Travel and fare safely in the United Kingdom. That land becomes unstable these days. Just as our land is.. The queen is having just as much trouble as I am with her country." Collie watches the two inch toward the door. "Please, contact us every few days." Cali says from the door, looking urgently at Collie. "Will do.." Collie nods, sitting back as the door clicks closed.
Cali keeps her paw on the door handle, her ears folding back as she emits a faint wimper. Plaid rests a warm paw on her shoulder, "Come on, Cali." He walks over toward the elevator, sighing. Cali looks down at her feet. She hoped these next few weeks would go by fast. She wanted this havoc to solve itself, but sadly, the world doesn't work that way. The two remained silent as the elevator brought them down to the 1st floor. As they made their way out to Cali's truck, Plaid swiped the pair of keys from her belt. "I'll drive, you seem to have plenty on your mind." He said gently. Cali nods. "Thanks." She smiles, her voice weary. Indeed, her mind was on a lot of other things.
