Written by: Stanley S. Ken
16th December, 1985.

Radaar was seen snoring peacefully on his bed as the scorching sun rises up above the sky. There were some changes yesterday as Radaar requested thirty bodyguards to follow him to Alaska due to the recent outbreak and cases of stolen dogs. The newsletter came today announcing more dogs went missing in Alaska, hitting a new number of 120 dogs stolen in just 2days. As a result, Radaar decided to bring three dogs instead of one for maximum protection. However due to the limitation of the number of dogs able to be aboard in the plane storage room, Radaar decided to place the other two dogs to two bodyguards, under their name as the owner. Radaar didn't have the time to plan yesterday as he slept early. The worst thing is, the plane is flying off at 9.00am, for some reason, the time now is 8.45am.

"8.45am, alright I will sleep a bit more....wait what?! 8.45am?!" Radaar screamed as I fell off the bed and whimpered softly in shock. "I am a dead man, I am a dead man! Okay okay, Buck ask maid Jane to send Dave and Raiden to me, they are coming along with me to Alaska." I nodded as I dashed as fast as I could to find Jane, she is at the kitchen washing plates. I scruffled her legs as I wrote Dave and Raiden in caps on a piece of paper and showed her with my paws. Jane went and find Dave and Raiden while I rush back to Radaar.
Radaar is frantically dressing up in his black suit as the doorbell rang. "Oh no the bodyguards are here. Buck get the door." I nodded as I went and opened the door using my mouth as thirty bodyguards lining up on our bungalow entrance. I wrote "dressing up" as the bodyguards rushed in and assist Radaar in packing his last few items. "Boss let us help you. The convention is starting tomorrow. If you are not in your private jet now we will be late."
"I know. Hurry up guys." Radaar said as the bodyguards finish off packing the last few items for him. The head of the bodyguards, James, passed Radaar a green card and a vip boarding pass as Radaar signs the contract document. "Where's the other two dogs Buck?" Radaar said as I explained to him that I told Jane to look for them already. "Boss, we have to go now. We are going to be late."

"Alright forget it, Damien grab my pistol, carry my bags James and let's go." Damien, one of the bodyguards, passed a pistol to him as everyone ran down the stairs and exited the house. Right outside the house, Marshall and Chase were playing catch together as Radaar carried both of the pups to the bodyguards. "Screw it, just take these two." Radaar passed the two pups to them as Marshall shouted "where are we going?! We were playing fetch sir! Then you carried me and-" the bodyguard hugged Marshall as he stopped speaking. "I think we are heading off to Alaska. It must have been a last minute arrangement by Radaar. He will never carry us to somewhere just like that. Plus he only love his husky dogs, he never love us pups..." Chase said as he started to sob. "Lets not think too much Chase, let's enjoy while we can. I will dial the rest of the pups about this." Marshall said as he told me to tell maid Jane to tell the rest of the pups. I barked at a bodyguard and wrote down what to tell Jane as dogs and pups just can't talk with humans.

After the bodyguard notified, we were carried into our private jet as the immigration inspector entered the plane and checked what we brought along with. Radaar slot his pistol under his black pants as he sat down on the main seat. The inspector checked the dogs and pups and the document of approval for travelling with three dogs. It was registered to three different owners and therefore its approved. The inspector did a final check as he stamp an approval on the flying documents and we were off to Alaska.

Radaar is constantly texting on his phone as a few of the bodyguards patted on his back. "Don't worry boss, we try our best to reach there as soon as we can. I have already instructed the pilot to speed up and a vehicle will be ready by then to fetch you and the dogs there."
Radaar felt better after what he said to him. I remember he told me when he was young, he faced a lot of stress during his school days. He can't seem to handle stress well last time as he tend to have headaches and fever after a while. During math lesson, he faced a few challenging problem sums and he usually will throw his book aside and tried to bang his head against the wall. Everyone gave him a nickname "the stress master" since then. At least on the bright side, his physical activities are quite satisfying. He usually scored B grade for it. When it comes to the end of semester, when he receive his grades, he usually score C for most of his subjects. There's even some B's in his report book, so I don't really understand how my owner is able to reach his position today as a specialized dog trainer. Maybe that is why I love my owner a lot and he loves me since we both understand each other well. Sometimes I feel that he is treating me like his own baby that he don't seem to care about the rest of the dogs anymore. I tend to notice that because whenever dinner is ready, my dinner will always have a larger food share than the rest of the dogs, plus the menu is mostly dog treats, minced meat and bones. The rest of the dog only receives dog treats. The sadness in their eyes sometimes make me wonder how I can make their lives better and when is the time my owner will start to take care of us equally.
As I turned my head to Chase and Marshall, I noticed how sad they were still. Chase is really a nice pup, I always treated him like my younger brother. He is very obedient and humble to Radaar and don't really create a lot of problems for him. I remember there's one point of time where he told me that all he ever wanted is to feel as part of the family and more love by Radaar. I felt sorrowful and tried many times convincing Radaar to take care of the others as well and not focusing me twenty four hours all the time. He just never listen, plus he is always busy with other training sessions everyday with different customers. Chase always tried to chat and play with Radaar but he was rejected harshly when Radaar threw his stationaries onto Chase, where there's an instant that he threw so hard that a penknife cut onto Chase's body. He didn't even care and even used his foot to kick Chase out of his room. Chase was whimpering outside for a long time and slept there till the next day when Radaar woke up and left the room, as if Chase is invisible to him.
Marshall is always clumsy at home. He would always break something around the house and mostly the maids will handle the situation, but once Radaar knows about it he will punish Marshall by not giving him food for 3days straight. There's even a point of time that Marshall was famished and dropped to the ground, shivering.
It was a fever. Radaar did brought him to the vet in the end, but it was after a lot of persuasion by the servants. Sometimes I really hate Radaar doing these to my other family members. I know the pups were adopted, but if he wants to adopt them, he should really raise them well and not to treat them like a slave or in fact what I called it as abuse. I know one day he will learn his lesson because I'm his dog, and I will make him learn the hard way after finishing the convention interview in Alaska.

I walked towards Marshall and Chase as they stared at me. I went and hug them as they lay on my fur body and started to sob softly. "Don't worry Marshall and Chase. I know Radaar didn't treat you both well these months. What you guys need to know that you both are my younger brothers forever no matter what, and I will make Radaar love you guys one day. I will." I said as the three of us drifted off to sleep.

It was quite a long flight, around seven to nine hours. As we wake up, we notice that the environment outside the window is total whiteout. As we take a closer look, it was snowing. We have finally arrived to Alaska as our jet landed. "Boss hurry, the car is outside waiting already." James said as Radaar and the three dogs dashed out of the jet while bodyguards were seen rushing behind with the luggages, while some bodyguards pulled their pistol out to protect us. We entered the centre vehicle as 6 limousines were escorting us to the Alaska Convention Centre. "Its 8.50am 17th December, the interview starts in 10minutes." James said as he pointed to the front. "It's a 5minutes drive from the airport to that area."
We arrived at the entrance in the nick of time where ten more Alaskan bodyguards came out and escort us, piling the number of bodyguards to a mind blowing 40 bodyguards just to cover the three of us. "The second storey is the convention centre." James said as Radaar ran up and noticed that the live show is about start in 1minute.
"Where's our star?! We can't start if Mr Anderson is not here!" Multiple reporters shouted as people started to chat around with each other. Radaar bashed the front entrance open and ran towards the seat as everyone started to clap and cheer for his arrival as the host sat down immediately. "We are airing in 3,2,1. Alaska report starts now!" Everyone clapped and the interview at the convention centre started. "So Mr. Anderson, we thank you for coming to the convention centre just in time, today's interview will be...." the host continued talking as Radaar continued along. For some reason, I noticed among the audiences, some were wearing black suits that were not our bodyguards, they just have the suspicious looks in them and they can't stop looking at me. So I didn't really care much since I know how celebrity popularity works and therefore all of us just pose on the cameras. "Buck, something's not right. You noticed?" Chase whispered beside me as a reporter patted his head. "I know, but I just can't seem to explain which part is weird." I said as I started to look around carefully this time.

Everyone is so happy and cheerful for us. But these particular audience on the extreme left and right, they just stared at us. Kept staring. Twenty of our bodyguards were standing beside the stage, chatting among themselves. Where is the remaining twenty bodyguards?

Somewhere at the back of the stage, behind the projector screen, someone is reloading something huge, and it doesn't seem like it's just a rifle, it's bigger than that... There is this guy that walks to the middle of the stage, and just stared at us, in a very seriously facial expression...

(End of Chapter 2, chapter 3 will be released around 26-28 December 2018 by WhiteFang L.W. due to Christmas celebrations and delays.)