Written by: WhiteFang LilWolf , BenLouis0 & Stanley S. Ken

He doesn't seem to be interested in the current television programme. He is definitely not there for a cup of tea. A snowing season that is. There is this house that was left abandoned for years in the forest of Yukon. As Yukon undergoes a blizzard season, the man with a fedora shuts the door behind him.

The room is filled with total silence, only the ticking sound from the clock on the wall can be heard. The man places his fedora on the dining table as three men looked at him near the staircase, leading to the second floor. The three men nodded as they gave each other a strong agreement look. The man threw his winter clothing onto the floor as he walks up the staircase. The wooden steps creaked as the four lads stepped onto the steps.

They are definitely there for a reason. A loud screeching sound came from the small television as the signal dies down due to the weather. One of the three lads pulled a pistol out and pointed at the television. The front man stopped him as he took his pistol and kept it with him. The man, who call himself Jake, walked down the stairs and switched off the television and picked up the cup of tea. He walks up the stairs, this time with a hot beverage, into a room that is locked for days. He signalled one of the three guys to unlock the door for him as he stepped into darkness. It wasn't just darkness, as blood stains were seen at the entrance of the room, a long stretch of blood stain connected from the entrance into the room. Jake switched on the lights and stepped in with the other lads.

Five people and their own beloved dogs are seen resting at each corners of the room. All of them have something in similar. Hands held high, locked to a bunk bed beside them, unconscious. One of the dog owners woke up and started to muffle some words that they don't understand. Jake walked towards him and looked at the person's face, noticing that his mouth was taped. He shook his head as he walks to the next owner. The second owner have his eyes stunned, looking at a certain direction constantly, while his dog is lying on the bed, tied and unconscious. Jake decided to slap the owner's face softly as the man starred at him with a horrified expression.

Jake walked to the third dog owner as he noticed that he's already awake. He pulled the tape out from his mouth as the owner starred at Jake, feeling petrified. Jake pulled a photo from his pocket and showed to him. "You do know him, don't you?" Jake started talking after a tensed atmosphere. The man shook his head as Jake pulled out his revolver and fired at his head. Blood starts to ooze out from his head as the bullet went through the wooden wall.

The dogs didn't bark at all. They are just sitting down there, whimpering. Some of them even started to howl with fear. An Alaskan wolf breed started to whimper, noticing that his own owner no longer respond back to him. The dog tried to push his hand up but to no avail, it just dropped down onto the floor hard. The wolf breed dug himself into his arms as tears from the dog was seen rolling down to his furs.

The three lads walked towards the five dogs and released them from their chains, hooking a leash to each dog as they were dragged out from the room. The sorrow barks and noises that the dogs made were not helping them at all as the door closed behind the three lads and the dogs.

Jake is now alone with the rest of the four men. He removed all of their tapes as he sat down on a stool, sipping his tea slowly from the cup. "What do you want from us? What did we do to deserve this?!" The fourth man shouted at him. The fifth man looked at the third guy as blood continues to flow down from his forehead, eyes wide open. "What did you show him?"

Jake placed the cup of tea on the floor as he stood up and walked towards him. He took the photo out again as he showed him. The fifth guy was shocked after looking at the photo. "No..." The man said as Jake once again fired his revolver on another man. The remaining three man starred at him at horror, as Jake kept his gun back into his pocket. Jake went back and sat on the stool and finish drinking his tea.

As he took a last sip from the cup, he glanced at the photo once again before keeping it inside his left thigh pocket.

"Please let us go, we dont know who you are and why are you doing this, but this isn't right. You are still young sir, please think about it." The first man started to struggle around as Jake stared at him with his eyes, studying his expression. "Yes...it isn't a right thing to do....but this is what we live for."

A gunshot was fired by jake and it was heard from a distance as birds started to fly into the sky from forests. The first man laid on the ground as blood puddles started forming, as the second man looked at the fourth man. "Two of you left. One of you definitely know about this."
Jake said as he checked that his revolver left 3 bullets. "Tell you what second guy, let's play Russian Roulette. Three bullets, and fifty percent chance in surviving."
Jake said as he started to spin the cylinder. He reached the trigger and about to fire at himself when he noticed that the bullet is at the firing point. He gave an evil chuckle as he continued saying "you will start first." The second man screamed as Jake pointed the revolver at him and fired a bullet at him.

The fourth man started to cry as Jake walks slowly to him. "Alright! Alright! I know him!" The fourth man shouted out loudly as Jake smiled at him while patting his head. "I already knew that you have something to do with this. That's why you are the only one alive, don't you see?" Jake said as he slot his revolver back to his waist. Jake pulled a cigarette out from his cigarette pack as he light up a matchstick and lit it. He stood up and throw the matchstick outside the window, into the snow.

He inhaled a bit as he passed the cigarette to the final man alive to smoke. The fourth man understood what is going to happen next as he replied "He's in London." Jake heard as he stared at his watch as it reads half past midnight.

Jake nodded as he signalled two men from the outside to enter the room. Jake turned and look at the final survivor as he left the room, closing the door behind him. Gunshots were heard behind the doors that he exited, as the last man fell to the ground, motionless.

Jake walked down the stairs and picked up his Fedora and Winter Coat. More men entered the room and each holding on to a leash as they fetch each of the dogs out from their dead owners. Jake exited the house as gust of winds and snow blew towards his direction. When he is out in the open, a huge number of people were seen in black suits and fedoras walking around with a dog and a pistol with them. Most of the dogs can be seen either barking or whimpering, trying to escape from the leashes. Cars and trucks were driving around the premises and a train that is waiting near the railway area.

Jake walked past a group of dogs that were being forced into large cages as some workers used long wooden sticks to silence the dogs from barking constantly. Jake signalled the drivers to him as he started to smoke another cigarette, as smokes were seen exhalling from his mouth. "London." Jake told them, as everyone went back to their taskings. Jake stood and watch the dogs and puppies (mostly wolf and husky breeds) being forced into trucks around the railway area.
Jake walked towards the long stretch of snow path as a train appeared to his view.

He starts to walk past every single entrance to each cargo. Dogs started to bark inside the trailers as workers and men standing on top of the train holding submachine guns and pistols. "Quiet down you stupid dogs!" "I will slap your face, mutt!" "Hurry up guys let's load up!" "Come on we have to hussle up." "Board the vehicles people!"

The train engines started, as smoke starts to form around the winter train. Many people started to remove planks away from the train as every single man locked every single doors to the cargo. Everyone loaded up the final dogs to the train as men were seen running above the trains. The train started moving as they all cling onto the sides of the train, while some went into a special cargo that's designated as their resting area. Workers ran towards their own trucks and vehicles as they started the engines up.

Jake walked towards an Alpha Romeo 1900. Five men, all holding onto a pistol, escorted him into his vehicle. Jake signalled the driver to carry on as dozen of vehicles led the way, following the railway where the train runs at a slow pace in front of them.

Jake threw his cigarette butt out of the window as he smiled at the workers who were holding long range weapons, sitting on top of the train scouting on nearby contacts. There were quite a few men holding on to military issued M1 bazooka running in the snow, destroying every plantations blocking our way as cars and trucks drove past.

Two aircrafts, Dutch and French, flew above them as spotlights were turned on, scouting around the premises.
"Telephone." Jake said as a man in black suit pass to him.
"Yes boss."
"How is everything."
"Everything is under control boss. We have more than 150 dogs in the train, another 35, including the five we have caught, in the trucks. The sedan classics were covering them up."
"Only wolf and husky breeds?"
"Yes sir."
"Very well, do me a favor, send some men to London."

Jake passes the telephone back to his men as he took out the photo that he was holding. He gave a last glance at the photo before lighting up the photo with his manual-strike lighter. He threw the photo out of the window as it catches fire and disintegrated. It shows a photo of highly trained wolf breed dogs under the care of one guy. A young lad that is around his 20's, as the article title above states:

"The youngest man to ever train 10 dogs above average expectations." ~NewYorkTimes

(End of prologue. next time, in The Winter Guardian,
Chapter 1, internationally releases around Jan 2019. Official publications by infraredpuppies sdn bhd, all rights reserved.)