Written By: WhiteFang LilWolf

16th December, 1985.

"We thank Mr Anderson for coming all the way to Alaska convention centre to do this interview with us. It is an honour. Thanks for coming everyone, I'm your host lissandra, good day people." The live show was over as audiences started to leave the place, even those in black suits as well. The projector is now switched off and there's no one there anymore, not even those with the big guns. I really have to warn Radaar about this. In fact, along with his bodyguards as well. "You know whenever I walk along the street in London, I always tell myself that I am not alone, everyone else are as well. As long as we are....not now Buck." Radaar said as I cut him in the middle of a reporting interview. "As long as we are able to communicate with one another, maybe just one action.... seriously Buck bad dog!" Radaar exclaimed as I bite his legs and tried to drag him. Radaar carried me by his arms as he finishes the interview. "Thats about it. Thanks. Buck seriously what is wrong with you? You will never bite me like that, what happened?"
I wanted to write something with my paw when the front doors of the convention centre opened as a flash grenade was seen. Out of a sudden, the world was scorching bright white, we couldn't see anything for quite a few seconds. When we gain our vision, our bodyguards were fighting with the men in black suits that I saw at the audiences previously. They pulled their guns out as shots were fired continuously. It was no match for the opponents big guns like rifles and snipers as our bodyguards fell down one by one. The remaining ten bodyguards lead us out by the emergency exit as they cover our back as we dash into the cold frosty winter world.

Radaar pulled his pistol out from the back of the limousine as he always have it on backup. As we started running towards the car, the car exploded into flames as a missile destroyed it. Radaar made a dash to the last 3 vehicles that are in good condition. The bodyguards took the first and last vehicle as Radaar, Chase, Marshall, two more bodyguards and I took the centre limousine.
All three vehicles drove off in a jiffy as motorcycles and attack jeeps were seen chasing us at the back. "Who are these people?! Don't let them come to us! Get me and my dogs back to London!" Radaar said as every bodyguards speed up their vehicles as gunshots were fired at the back. The third vehicle struggled when a bullet pierced through the rear mirror. I turned back to see the vehicle behind us were being attacked by two portable turrets of jeeps as the third jeep was destroyed and burst into flames.
The first jeep turned into the highway lane as it leads to Alaska major city. From that instant Radaar knew that it would be easier for our vehicles to speed up even faster. However, the chances of us getting caught is extremely high due to the spacious roads. They can simply just fire multiple rockets towards the highway and end us. When we reached the highway, the road was frozen as snow is covered in thick layers. "Activating special weather condition tires." The bodyguards sounded off as tires were extended with spikes for extra friction against the slippery roads. Three vehicles were seen driving along the stretch of highway with only pistols with them. Thats what they thought of just having pistols will solve every single issue, however, they will realize that having just pistols won't survive that long against these heavily armed men. These men are not just ordinary people. They were trained under the command of Jake Turner, the so called mastermind of the one who captured wolves and related breeds to make a living for himself along with his people. People will get to know him well once Jake shows his tattoo of wolves as he rolls his sleeves up, showing power and triumph. Everyone is afraid of Jake, even though he is a young lad. Some young lad with heavy gunpower and the leadership to rule whatever he wants for the future of his work, known as the slavery of dog sleddings.

"Hey boss?... did you...requested for air support?" Radaar's driver said as he noticed two attack aeroplanes flying above the sky. Radaar immediately pulled his pistol out and winded down the vehicle's window and started shooting up the sky. From what I see that is definitely the most inefficient way to escape. I knew I couldn't help much in this kind of situation but to spectaculate what are our options left. After firing some pistol rounds, the attack plane drilled multiple shots of portable turret bullets onto the first vehicle, which was directly in front of us. The front vehicle burst into flames as the vehicle came to a sudden halt, signalling us that the driver must be dead by now.
Our vehicle almost clash onto the first vehicle as the driver made an urgent turn to the left and almost lost the balance. More jeeps are now following behind as rifles were pulled out from their back. Shots were fired as our vehicle caught on fire. No matter how much pistol bullets wasted, it will never win the number of people and weapons they have.

The attack plane fired a missile out, targeting the one final vehicle that we are all currently in. The bodyguard driver had no choice but to make an exit turn towards the left exit route, however the missile destroyed the railings near the exit route as it was blocked. The vehicle crashed onto the railings as everyone of us in the car flew out and rolled down the hill into the Alaskan Forest below. Everyone was unconscious.

A blur vision of the remaining bodyguards getting shot right in the head, as vulgar languages were shouted as Radaar was seen running towards me and carried me up and ran along with the last two bodyguards carrying Marshall and Chase. An image of a beautiful scenery of village appeared in front of us as the three remaining humans made a dash towards the village, hoping to be able to seek for help. Forgetting about the planes and Jeeps crashing behind us and following along, the last two bodyguards were shot down as the last two pups ran slowly towards Radaar as he slowed down and pick them up. A man carrying three dogs definitely couldn't run far.

A gunshot was heard as Radaar dropped to the ground, moaning with pain as his right thigh started bleeding. Chase and Marshall crawled slowly towards him, whimpering as I growled at the approaching men. Many of the men were wearing thick black coats, each holding a rifle pointing directly at us. Radaar gave a stun look as a man in his 20's stepped forward, wearing a jungle hat with improvised gadgets around his arms. He comes by the name Joash, possibly the most well known Jake's capable assistant. Walking slowly across the shredded snow, as snowflakes started pouring above the sky towards the ground around every single dead men on the floor. The last bodyguard struggled to talk to Radaar as he told him to take care of himself and no matter what happens never ever give up on the dogs. With that word dogs being said, a direct gunshot pierced right between his eyes as he dropped to the ground, lifeless, as the entire ground filled with complete silence.

This cruel jungle hat man walked towards us as he squat down and looked at me in the eyes. I definitely didn't like the way he looked at me as I sense darkness inside him. His eyes. It symbolizes chaos and trouble upon everyone who ran upon them, those who disobeys or doesn't adhere to what he wants seems to go down the drain with blood that flows away and never comes back. With that, I started barking continuously and eventually bite his left thigh. His men pulled me to a side as they pointed a gun. Joash bandaged himself as he kicked me on my belly hard as I dropped to the ground whimpering. Radaar was there, constantly shouting not to hurt me as Joash continued hitting and bashing me hard as I dropped to the ground, continued whimpering. Joash said to me "good boy...", as I gave a low whimpered growl at him. Radaar shouted a few sentences saying something about what they demand of us and who they are. Pretty much being ignored, joash started talking. "Pretty cool husky dog. I am actually looking for dogs like yours. Name a price my man."

Radaar spit on Joash as he cursed him. Joash summoned his men to constantly assault Radaar till he talks. Till a point Radaar started spitting out blood on the ground and struggled standing up. "Look at yourself, can't even stand up well aye'. Dat isn't the waye man. One last chance, name a price for this dog. I buy and same goes the rest of your two pups. After dat you leave this place safe alone."

"Over my dead body. No one takes my dog away." A baton went down directly on Radaar's head as he dropped to the ground. I whimpered and looked sadly into Radaar's eyes. Radaar opened his eyes as he blinked to me. This isn't the first time he does that. I remember him blinking his eyes during our dog and owner soccer contest. It was a cue to finish the game, from that instance I knew Radaar have a plan. As Joash raised his gun and pointing at Radaar, Radaar started whistling softly. Chase and Marshall dashed out from a nearby bush and tackled Joash as he fired a shot that nearly tagged Radaar.  Radaar immediately draw his pistol out and fire at three point of contact men, while I bite and carnage Joash up into pieces with blood and anger filled in my mind.

The rest of the bodyguards continued chasing the four of us down to the village as a nearby airport was seen beside it. As many gunshots were heard from a distance, three dogs and a young lad with special talents ran down the steep snow-covered slope as they noticed the village is filled with lights and Christmas decorations. It should be a good place for us to seek refugee as we figured out that they are not after Radaar, they are definitely not after him nor his money.

They are after the dogs. In fact, me.